Cityview Mall buzzed with discordant rhythm; Chatters from patrons, the humming of escalators sliding to the upper floor, children crying for cookies. Elijah walked inside and stopped at the door, scanning the whole place with a gentle smile on his face, hands jammed in his pocket. He nodded his head in admiration and satisfaction as he took in the sheer scale and animation of the place. “Let's see how mum is going to react to it.” He said with a gentle smile and fished out his phone, putting a call across to Richard Vaughn to announce his presence when a laughter cut in from behind. It was cruel and mocking. “Haha! Who do we have here if not the diner boy. What the heck are you doing here?" Elijah didn't need to turn to know who's voice it was. A frown formed on his face wondering if he was followed from Century 21. Nonetheless, he turned gently to see Derek, looking arrogant as usual, his shoulder high like he owned the whole hall. Standing beside him was Clara who was busy oper

Derek tapped the screen quickly and put a call across to Mr. Langon. The murmurs dimmed as all stared at him in anticipation, waiting for a full blown embarrassment for Elijah. Elijah on the other hand was calm. He watched everything in amusement. His phone started ringing. His smile bloomed in sheer amusement. He pulled out his phone and picked the call. Every eye shifted on him. Derek was slightly surprised, a frown forming on his brows— confused, wondering why Elijah's phone was ringing at that moment. It must be a coincidence. He thought. Elijah picked up the call. “Hello, Mr. Langston.” Derek said courteously, his smile wide. Elijah pressed the phone on his ear, a mockery smile on his lip. "I told you I was right here." Derek startled in shock. The phone dropped from his hand, clattering to the floor. His jaw dropped like someone swallowing the whole water melon. “It's.. impossible...you... you're Langston..” His once loud and proud voice cracked with the weight of the un

Derek knew that his father was not going to stand if he failed to comply. His eyes, burning with rage shot at Elijah. He felt like punching him in the face. Who's he? A diner guy! His jaw tightened, anger swaming. Patrons and staffs eyes burned through his body. His pride wavered on the edge of a sword, waiting to tear or topple. He crumbled to his knee, right at Elijah's feet but with the promise that Elijah was going to regret it. His head titled, gasps of shocks surrounding him. His father was beside him. He reduced himself at Elijah's feet willingly like a slithering insect. “Apologize." Mr. Richard said, his voice firm. Derek's lips were heavy. His emotion was torn between defiance and pride. He glanced at his father. He has never seen him looking like this before. He looks disoriented, shaking with fears and his eyes were burned with anger... angry at something— maybe at him or Elijah! Clara shook her head, clearly angered, frustrated and embarrassed, seeing his boyfriend k

“He's just a worthless street beggar in a knockoff suit, Mum! I wanted to punch him in the face and have all of his teeth broken out from his filthy mouth but take a look at what Dad did!!" He sneered, running his fingers through his hair like he was about to go insane. He paced the living room like a mad dog who lost a simple fight with a whimpy cat. Mrs. Vaughn's eyes burned as the video looped on the screen. His perfectly coloured fingers tightened the phone. “What business does Richard have with someone like him?! He's got a lot to explain when—” Her voice tailed off. The door of the hall opened and Mr. Vaughn trampled inside. He flung his coat across the room, anger effusing from his feature. “What is happening, Richard?! Do you know what Jackson, your son in Paris will say when the video gets to him. I'm highly...” She shook her head, her voice trailing off as though the weight of the consequences is bigger than the scandalous video. Which of course is true. “Dad, what was

That night after dinner, Martha settled in a room that was far more comfortable than Bobby's rent. Velvet curtains dropped from the wall, catching the light and reflecting cream colour. She clad a satin night gown and sat at the edge of the bed, ready to sleep after the hectic day when suddenly her old phone buzzed on the nightstand, shattering the tranquility.“Who's that?" She mumbled, glancing up at the wall clock: 9:30pm. She wondered who could be calling by that time of the night.She reached the phone on the nightstand. Her face contorted with a frown when he saw the strange number.With a conflicting mix of hesitation and curiosity, she picked up the call and placed the phone on her ear.A loud angry voice vibrated the speaker immediately the line connected. Martha pulled the phone away from her ear instinctively.“I assumed you were not going to pick my number and that was why I called you with another number, you debtor! I'm currently at your place to have my money and I was