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A certain study room in the King of Media's Hampstead manor was currently silent and peaceful. Charles Augustus Milverton was not brainstorming one of his evil plans, nor preparing for some despicable blackmail - he took a little break from the work until he read through the newest issue of his newspaper. A malicious smile was at the corner of his mouth as he kept turning the pages over and witnessed the truth he fabricated for the masses. His truth. Shaping the public opinion however he wished so was the core to the greatest power - and Milverton was someone who had it all. It made him satisfied whenever he could read about some tragedy, a delicious murder, someone fallen to sin. And he knew that it would eventually lead the victim's loved ones to the greatest transformation as well. Oh, how many people will get a taste of evil through these tragedies!
There was really no news like bad news.
While he was occupied with this enjoyable activity, his secretary, Ruskin also experienced the greatest pleasure. Mr. Milverton's head was placed on his lap and Ruskin's hands were caressing it, his fingers restlessly playing with his hair. He loved the sensation of the curly, silver hair locks; they were softer than the finest silk and their freshly washed scent pampered Ruskin's nostrils. He sometimes stopped to cover Mr. Milverton's cheeks and enjoyed the warmth. He was so happy like he only could be when it was just the two of them on a beautiful afternoon like this. He just bathed in the joy he was gifted with, letting his soul fill with it. He didn't stop caressing his employer's face, hair, head and neck, his fingertips sometimes pressing his skin with gentle love. He wished to do this for hours, for days, for weeks, for eternity.
At least, until Mr. Milverton doesn't order him otherwise.
Then something happened that made Ruskin's heart heavy. Mr. Milverton stopped turning the pages over and glanced up at him with an unreadable look in his eyes.
To that, Ruskin's tender fingers also stopped. Did he start to annoy Mr. Milverton?
"Is there a problem, sir?" He asked with worry. Mr. Milverton silently watched him for a long moment, then he flashed a smile at Ruskin.
"Not at all." He answered. "I just wanted to let you know that I like what you are doing. Please, continue."
The heavy weight rolled down from Ruskin's heart and his expression became bright again.
"With pleasure, sir." He said and his gaze sparkled from the love and the awe he had for his employer.