Victor came to visit a week later. David realized he never found Terrance's fate as the powerful man sat down on his couch, setting his hat to the side. Victor brought one of his own slaves, the one with a tie, but the man stood quietly next to him.
David sat down next to him. “I'm surprised to see you, Victor.”
“Well, I don't normally come down to this part of town. I'm too… beyond the people here, like a stranger in a strange land.”
David shrugged, “They don't bother me.”
Victor grinned, “You are a ‘safe’ rich man, David. And you have an innocent humility that I don't see much anymore.”
“Thank you.”
Christina offered Victor some lemonade, which the man took.
Sipping it, he looked over the glass at David. “I didn't see you at last week's party.”
David shrugged, “I got distracted dealing with my new purchases.”
Christina giggled.
Victor reached out and ran his hand along the blonde's ass.
She held still, but when he did nothing but finger her briefly, she relaxed. “Very good purchase. I saw them when Terrance was showing off his purchases.”
“I got a good deal.”
Victor's eyes sparkled with his smile. “I'm glad you finally decided to spend my money.”
“Yeah.”
“They were Terrance's, right?”
For the shortest of moments, he considered lying. Then, he saw the look in Victor's eyes, the man already knew; somehow, that half-hidden smirk under the pencil-thin mustache told him everything.
David simply nodded.
Victor looked happier. “I told him not to involve you.”
“I… it just came out.”
Victor sipped his drink again. “I know, I saw the video feed. He should have never called you.”
David realized the direction of the conversation. He sighed. “He's dead, isn't he?”
“Yes, last party.”
“Did he die slow?”
Victor didn't answer. He set down the drink in front of him. “Terrance marked you as his beneficiary. By law, you get his net worth of weregild, minus taxes. And his assets. That comes out to 37.2 weregild and just under 1.7 trillion dollars.”
Somehow, finding out his friend died didn't bother David as he thought it would.
Victor's held still, looking into David's eyes. Then, he stood up.
David looked up at the powerful man in a white suit.
“He wasn't good for you, David, he would have spoiled your innocence.”
“So you killed him?”
“No, he killed himself. I tolerated him because of you, but he tried to pry his way into my life without you. After telling him no repeatedly—if you wish, I can prove it—he finally pushed me over the edge.”
David shook his head, “No, I could see Terrance doing that.”
Victor smiled to Christina. He gave Naomi, who half-hid behind the door, a grin, and saluted David. “I expect to see you next Saturday, boy. Bring your toys if you want, they will be safe.”
Without letting David answer, Victor donned his white hat and gave him a little nod of the head. Then, left without another word.