Warning! This Chapter is super funny and I am dedicating it to Shelolo. Thanks for the golden ticket love.
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Penny blinked at the three lawyers, her eyes wide with shock.
Wait... do they know too?
Did everyone in the penthouse know about Osvaldo’s on-and-off madness? Was she the only one in the dark this whole ti?
No wonder Timothy had looked so confident when he said Osvaldo would recover. Penny had rolled her eyes back then. Now she felt like a fool.
But when she asked Hughes, the older woman had denied knowing about it.
"Mrs. Adkins has already signed the golden contract master," Timothy announced proudly.
Osvaldo nodded slowly. "Hmm. But there are a few details missing. I need them added."
"Yes, young master," they all said in perfect harmony, bowing like synchronized swimrs before turning to her.
"Mrs. Adkins," they chorused, bowing again.
Penny gave them a tight smile, unsure if she should bow back or start breakdancing. Their rigid form and excess bowing were almost comical.
If she wasn’t a professional at maintaining a serious expression, she would have fallen to the floor now.
"We will take our leave now, Master Osvaldo, and return tomorrow with the revised contract," Treadwell said.
"I’ll write you a letter on what to add to the docunt," Osvaldo replied with a straight face.
Wait... what?
Penny stared at him. "A letter? As in... paper? Ink? Envelope?" she asked, wanting to be sure she had heard correctly.
Osvaldo turned to her slowly. "Yes."
"What are we? In the 70s? Why not just send a text?" she asked, clearly baffled. Never in her life had she seen anyone not have a cellphone in this world right now.
It doesn’t matter what phone they had. But everyone had a gadget...
"Text?" Osvaldo frowned as she’d just spoken in tongues.
The three lawyers went pale instantly and shook their heads subtly, silently begging her not to go there.
"Yes," Penny continued cheerfully, ignoring their desperate signals. "You can use your phone to send ssages instantly. No ink. No stamps. Just magic and Wi-Fi."
Osvaldo narrowed his eyes and turned to his legal team and all three n shrunk. These were the sa n who had a lot to say to Penny yesterday and now before their boss, they all looked so defenseless.
"There’s a gadget that lets you do this... and none of you told ?"
The three n collapsed to their knees faster than bowling pins.
"Please, young master!" Treadwell cried. "You threatened to cut off our necks the last ti we brought up modern gadgets!"
"It’s true!" Willy whimpered. "You said you’d rip out our tongues and bury us alive!"
"Spare us, Master Osvaldo!" cried Gregory, practically sobbing. "My granddaughter is visiting tonight, we’ve prepared a feast! I can’t die today!"
"What will beco of my family if I do?"
Osvaldo turned to Penny as if nothing dramatic had just happened. "Penguin. Will you show how to use it?"
She nodded, still in shock. "Uh... yeah. Of course. Wow. I’ve never t soone who didn’t know how to use a phone."
But then again, Osvaldo was basically Rapunzel. Only that this Rapunzel was locked in a lab instead of a tower and occasionally wanted to stab people.
"You may leave," Osvaldo told the lawyers with a wave. "She’ll send you the ssage."
Penny raised a hand. "Wait. I need your numbers first."
Willy, desperate to avoid further trauma, whipped out a pen and a crumpled paper from his briefcase like a magician pulling a rabbit out of a hat. He scribbled his number so fast it was practically smoke.
He handed the note to Penny with a deep bow. "Mistress, please don’t let him kill us." He whispered to her but Penny only gave him a sweet smile. "No promises."
And just like that, the three n bolted down the hall like their shoes were on fire.
Penny turned to Osvaldo. "I’m not going to give you my phone everything you want to text soone. It’s my privacy, so we’re going to get you a new phone." She said.
"Do whatever you want. But I want to see the magical gadget that can do everything I want." Both people started walking down the hall again and just like a switch, Osvaldo suddenly paused.
"Mr Osvaldo, are you alright?" Penny asked coming to stand before him. Her eyes went wide when she saw his lips twitching, eyes rolling into his head.
"Mr Osvaldo." She called softly, praying he wasn’t going to his mad state again but the next ti he opened his eyes. He smiled wildly.
"Mine?" Osvaldo called smiling like a happy child. The terrifying man was gone again and his mad form had taken over.
Penny was stunned at the sa ti impressed. She had no idea why she suddenly felt so bad for him.
Is it because of her kind heart?
Now more than ever she wished she could help him.
Yes! She’ll need to go to the last and start working.
"Co, Mr Osvaldo, we have work to do." Penny held his hands and started dragging him away.
When the three lawyers reached the front door of the penthouse, they were greeted by faces they each weren’t ready to see at the mont.
"Mr Timothy. Chris just inford of your arrival and we decided to co say hi. Care for a tea?" Abby said politely. Beside her was her newfound best friend, Maybelline.
"As you can see Mrs Peterson, we’re not in the mood for pleasantries. We have more than enough work to do at the mont."
They were already halfway to their car when...
"I’m sorry if this is a bad ti, Mr. Treadwell," Abby said sweetly. "I just have one tiny question."
The three n froze like statues.
Of course, she had a question. There’s always a question.
"What is it?" Willy groaned, looking like he’d aged ten years in five minutes.
"If soone doesn’t do the job they were hired to do," Abby asked, tilting her head innocently, "what happens to them?"
The n blinked.
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