Perfection: Overrated

Ch5: Ice-cream & Genevieve Felix

"She, She is the words that I can't find

How can the only thing that's killing me, make me feel so alive?"-

Parachute

•Avery•

Duke Henry paced back and forth. He was a nice man in his early 50's, a round fat stomach, white hair and spectacles.

He handed me a bunch of papers. I could see the same message scrawled on each one of the papers

"They will kill you, Henry, soon"

And there was a watermark on it. I couldn't really recognise it.

"these, Avery, are the notes I received a few weeks ago"

And then he went on to explain how there was tight security in his mansion, yet somehow the person found his way in and left these notes somewhere in the open for everyone to see with a knife stuck to it. No one would see anyone coming out or going in.

"this has been going on for how long?" Jace asked

"About a month" Duke Henry replied.

"but it's been going on a month. Clearly the person doing this doesn't really have plans to kill you, but to get something. Well for now" Avery injected

"there's nothing on it regarding wanting something. It's just a letter telling me that someone else will kill me." Duke said

"maybe in the future" Avery reasoned

"maybe." Duke Henry seemed tense.

•Jace•

The meeting with Duke Henry was a small one as he had another meeting to attend. He made his housekeeper Liberty escort us to our rooms.

I sat in my room thinking about who would want to kill Duke Henry. He was a peaceful calm man, I'd never seen him do any wrong. Then again, the wrong things were always kept in the dark.

He had a 19 year old son named Ben who I was good friends with.

His wife, however, died of murder. As so I remember. Around 10 years ago.. The same time my mother..

I shook the thought away.

Maybe Duke's wife's killer could somehow be related.

I decided to share my thoughts with Avery as Ben was out and there was nothing more interesting I could do, but then I decided against it seeing how much she already loathed me.

The only times she talked to me was when we worked, and that too, Strictly professional.

•Avery•

In the evening,I sat in my room alone, bored out of my mind. i put on an oversized grey sweatshirt and washed the $hit off my face, and went out of my room, creeping around the house. Boy, they had a LOT of servants. I went into the massive library, then into the kitchen,

"Ms. Hamilton. Would you like help with something?" a woman with the nametag Brooklyn asked me. She wore her blonde hair in a bun. She was bustling here and there with a pile of clothes on her arm

"oh, no. Everything is fine" I smiled

"maybe something to eat?" she asked

"come to think of it, chocolate chip Ice-cream sounds nice" I said, id forgotten how hungry I was.

"Ofcourse!" she hurried away and within minutes there was a pint of chocolate chip ice-cream for me,

"thank you Brooklyn" I smiled at her