"Keep it up, I'm rooting for you... just like you rooting for me to become tomorrow's Sir. Of course, if I'm not elected, you'll become the manager... but the factory will still need to be run by me."
"Boss! Rest assured!" Elsey's eyes sparkled as he clenched his fists, exuding unprecedented enthusiasm, "I'll risk my life to help you secure that parliamentary seat!"
"Ahem... that's not necessary, the future Sir Horace would prefer you to use your life in more meaningful places, like his factory."
Horace chuckled; he found himself surprisingly enjoying the feeling of being flattered, his mouth unconsciously curving upwards.
Perhaps this was the fourth revelation given to him by Saint Sis, praise the omnipresent Holy Light, perhaps, compared to a textile factory director, the parliamentary position better suits his shameless demeanor.
Meanwhile, watching the tearfully grateful young man in front of him, he felt a different emotion rising within him.
