On the last day of every holiday, underachievers all over the world did the same thing.
Homework!
Vincent, who had learned the magical contract from Viktor yesterday, was no exception.
But a top student was still a top student.
Did they think Snape's measly eleven-inch essay could defeat him?
Impossible. He was the boss now, after all.
"Mr. Chavez, could you remove the artistic flair between the lines?"
Sam's handwriting was not particularly ugly; he simply could not imitate Vincent's distinctive style.
It looked similar on its own, but completely different when put together.
"Shit! Why don't you write it yourself if you're so capable!"
"Watch your language, Mr. Chavez."
With a face full of frustration, Sam took out another piece of parchment and started over.
When you were under someone else's roof, you had no choice but to bow your head.
While he scribbled away, Vincent went downstairs and called Giovanni.
He was in Korea, and his inspiration had run dry.
"Mr. Gastaire, I'll give it serious consideration." After giving him his home address, Vincent decisively hung up.
Eric lowered his newspaper. "What are you considering, kid?"
"He wants me to be a part-time model. He's Italian, too."
One of his old buddies?
Then it was fine.
Vincent changed his shoes and picked up his briefcase.
"You're going out?" Eric poked his head out from behind the newspaper.
"I'm heading to Diagon Alley to discuss a business trip with Manager Brando."
Dio Brando was Viktor's current name.
They were both handsome blond vampires, and after thinking it over, the name of an important character—the female lead—from a manga released several years ago seemed the most suitable.
"Don't bring back any more strange people or animals."
"Got it~"
After taking the subway to Charing Cross Road, Vincent found the Leaky