The air was thick with tension. Laughters died down, cold and sharply like everyone had just witnessed a phantom make an appearance during the bright hour of the day.The door of the cars swung open like birdwings and bodyguards in crisp black suits poured out from the car. They look heavy, like they were carved from concrete, Black aviator sunglasses seated on permanent scowl, black gloves and black boots that could crush bones to shafts. It was very easy to say these men were trained body guards from the way they moved with a deadly aura. Another man stepped out, white suit, crisp, catching the light like fire. He had no glasses on his face but his eyes were dark with something eerie like a ghost awakened in the midst of a gusts.His gaze swept across the compound. Immediately it landed on Elijah, he smiled, a faint smile— Recognition. Then he moved, the securities trailing behind like him like shadows, their boots pounding the floor that Mr. Bobby felt he body convulsing where h

“What the heck is going on here?" A commanding voice split through the din. The buzz dimmed, heads turned to see Mrs. Keith, the manager of the Sovereign Gold clicking forward on black heels. She strutted in like a war commander, her grey suit and pant held a crease like razorblade and a smart phone was held in her hand like a gun.She heard it, staffs calls her Bullet due to how smart and direct she was speak and act. She condones no nonsense!Mr. Keith stopped, eyes flickering from the receptionist to the assistant receptionist, then to Elijah. A wide smile broke over her face but it was immediately cut off by Dickson.His finger jabbed in the air. “Mrs. Keith, this beggar waltzed in here, claiming he is Lanst—”Mrs. Keith's eyes popped wide, almost breaking outta the socket. She didn't give him the chance to land before she landed like a whip on his face.Dickson saw it in a blurr... five manicured fingers, split dangerously through the air. Before he could blink, it crashed again

Top floor of Sovereign Gold, penthouse, wide view, the sweet smells of aroma. The kind that makes people sniffed and licks the air.Elijah had changed into a nice wear—casual and simple but it Cost thrice his old wears. Martha draped a nightwear. Olivia von Halle brand, silky, milky coloured. Loosed shirt and pants.Her hair swept behind, her face glowing after a Spa and skin treatment that lasted for about an hour. She looks different. Really different, like a college teen.The grit is gone and now the grand!It unfolded like a movie, or like one of those stories of rag to rich on meganovel. But this wasn't a story...Well, it is. But a reality folded into a story. Afterall, reality itself is a story.Then, suddenly, Seven culinarians in white uniforms rolled into the penthouse, all looking smart and professional. They were led in by Mrs. Keith. Each of them hoisted a silver tray with lidded dishes. The last two culinarians hoisted a ceramic tray with expensive wines seated on it. Th

Elijah surged forward, crossing to the other side of the road, his loafers hitting the asphalt like bullet crushing steel. From the car, he had seen a man slapped a woman, beside the woman was a kid, a young girl of eight, clinging to the man who was obviously her father to stop him from hitting her mother.People in red and white clustered the sidewalk, Murmuring and pointing but none of them stepped into the unfolding scene. The man, obviously tankered, grabbed the woman's hair and yanked it back. She cried out in pain, hitting his hand lazily to let go.“You Prostitute! How dare you ask for money today of all day..It is Valentine's Day, not beggars day you idiot!” He hissed, saliva spraying from his mouth. His mouth hit with the stench of cheap beers and native blunt.“Let me go! Let me go, Ben!” The woman cried, losing her voice as her husband gripped her hair tightly. Her face was swollen with prints of fingers— raw and fresh. Tears slipped from the corner of her eyes, blood roll

Elijah froze, his gaze down, locked on Rossana. The word Uncle was a strange Rhythm in his ear but then, he smiled widely at her like a good uncle. “Rossy..let's get going...he's not Uncle..” Hanna, her mother pulled her arm gently to whisk her away but Rossana was hesitant. “Let her be.” Elijah said calmly, taking a step forward. “If you won't be against it, she can come with me and you too.” He said smoothly, his smile lingering, genuine. Hanna blinked, forcing a smile, fingers tightening on Rossy's wrists like timepeice. “You don't have to..” “Don't worry. Both of you can come with me.” Elijah cut her off politely, voice smooth as filtered honey. Rossana, with a heart full of joy, ran over to Elijah and held his trousers. Elijah smiled, holding her tiny hand. “Let's go, my car is waiting over there.” He pointed. Rosanna, being a smart and vocal little girl looked across the road to see the big car Elijah pointed at. Her small eyes widened slightly, surprise flashing. Then