The Taste of Seduction

As Marcus finished tightening the joint, he wiped his hands with a cloth and surveyed the repaired area. The leaks had ceased, and a sense of accomplishment washed over him.

"There you go, Cole. The leaks should be a thing of the past."

Cole, feeling a sense of camaraderie with Marcus, extended an invitation.

"Hey, Marcus, since you\'ve been so helpful, why don\'t you join me for a cup of tea or maybe even some booze? I could use some company."

Marcus smiled inward at how good his plan was, but keeping a polite face, he politely declined the alcohol. "Thanks, Cole, but I don\'t drink alcohol. However, I\'d be more than happy to sit down and chat while you enjoy your drink."

After about five minutes of listening to Cole\'s self-indulgent talk, Marcus gracefully excused himself, rising from the couch. "Thanks for the chat, Cole. It was enlightening to hear your perspective on things. I should get going now, but don\'t hesitate to reach out if you need anything else."

Cole, momentarily taken aback by Marcus\'s departure, nodded understandingly. "Sure thing, Marcus. Thanks again for the help and for indulging me in my stories. You\'re welcome here anytime."

As Marcus closed the door to his apartment, a sense of accomplishment washed over him. He had successfully manipulated the situation to access Diana and Cole\'s apartment, all under the guise of fixing a plumbing issue. It was a small victory, but it brought him one step closer to his ultimate goal.

******

At that moment, Marcus felt a renewed sense of purpose. He was determined to protect Diana from the darkness that lurked within him, to keep her safe from the bloodlust that threatened to consume him. Helping Cole with the plumbing issue was just the first step in establishing a connection that would allow him to be closer to Diana.

He sat down on the edge of his bed, his mind buzzing with plans and possibilities. Suddenly as he settled into his room to figure out his next move, his attention was drawn to a notification on his phone. It was an email requesting his presence for an interview at ABC Properties, the same real estate company where Diana worked.

A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, knowing that this could be an opportunity to get closer to her while exploring the uncanny resemblance she bore to his beloved Cassandra.

He switched from his phone to his laptop, wanting a larger screen to view the email and its attachments. With a few swift clicks, he opened the documents, studying them carefully. The confidence of his princely aura emanated from within him, imbuing him with an air of grace and poise as he prepared for the interview.

Centuries of experience in various civilizations had shaped him into a master of charm and persuasion, and he knew he could utilize these skills to his advantage.

Marcus closed his eyes for a brief moment, allowing his thoughts to flow freely. "This interview should be a breeze," he thought to himself with a self-assured smile.

"Beyond what ordinary people can think, I would be able to even define more stories and convincing issues people may have about architecture, arts, comfort and the benefits of any building they set their sights on," his eyes sparkled with a mixture of confidence and intrigue.

Yet, wanting to avoid leaving anything to chance, Marcus immersed himself in thorough research, leaving no stone unturned in preparing for the upcoming ABC Properties interview. He delved into the company\'s policies, dress code, and organizational structure, ensuring he had a solid understanding of their operations.

After growing satisfied with his knowledge, he turned his attention to looking perfect for the interview for the best first impression.

Marcus stood in front of his wardrobe, a mixture of frustration and disappointment evident on his face. Shaking his head in disappointment as he surveyed his wardrobe, he realized that his current selection lacked the desired professional appeal.

The garments that once suited his princely lifestyle now seemed out of place in the corporate world. "I need something that says \'confident professional,\'" he muttered to himself.

"Seems I need to get a change of clothes, so I don\'t go there looking like the owner. At least I got to blend in with professionalism and style," he reasoned to himself as he completed his preparation and decided to give a little thought to dressing.

"A trip to the nearest mall should sort this out," he resolved. He was a prince of an entire civilization; he didn\'t lack money, as his wealth equaled multiple times the economy of the three wealthiest countries in the world.

As he made his way to the mall, many thoughts raced through Marcus\'s mind. "I must present myself in a manner that exudes confidence and competence," he mused in his head. Entering the bustling mall, Marcus was immediately greeted by a sea of options.

His keen eyes scanned the various stores, searching for the perfect combination that matched what he had in mind. Inner dialogues echoed in his mind as he contemplated each choice.

"It should be sophisticated yet approachable, making a statement without overpowering my true essence."

With a clear vision in mind, Marcus navigated the aisles of the clothing stores, examining fabric textures, colors, and cuts. Each garment he considered was meticulously evaluated against his high standards.

"This suit exudes confidence, but perhaps it\'s too formal," he pondered. "Or maybe this set strikes the perfect balance between professionalism and flair."

Finally, he found an outfit that met his criteria—a tailored suit that hugged his frame in all the right places, paired with a crisp white shirt and a tasteful tie. He stood before the mirror, admiring the reflection that stared back at him.

"This is it," he declared, a hint of satisfaction gracing his voice. "I look the part of a successful realtor, ready to impress."

With his new attire in hand, Marcus made his way to the checkout counter, where he exchanged pleasantries with the cashier. Lost in his thoughts, he barely noticed the elegant woman approaching him as he paid for his purchase.