That Same night, while Elijah's dream was fantasy, Clara's reality was Fracas.She stumbled into her apartment and slammed the door shut, the frame vibrating to the sheer force.Her legs kicked mid-air, sharply, heels skidded across the room. She tossed her Hermes designer back on the bed, makeup kits spilled, clattering to the floor.She paced the room forth and back, boiling like a volcano. She was bittered. Really bittered! Her ex-boyfriend, the one that was nothing but a worthless nobody, he'd indirectly humiliated her, and she was really bittered.The scene flashed back like a haunting ghost. Richard Vaughn, crumbling to his knee, and Derek shamefully groveling at his side in front of Elijah. They groveled at his ex's feet. Kings reduced to slaves.What was that! Gut? Or power? Who makes kings fall? Elijah?She shook her head. No, it couldn't be. Elijah is always a nobody. He only got lucky and latched onto a rich sugat mummy and now he thinks he's hot.Clara's phone continued ri

James stood, palms tangling in front nervously. The smile as Joel walked to him brightened his mood slightly, giving him unseen hope.“You're employed. You can start work immediately. I think my Boss likes you.” Joel said plainly.James's eyes brightened, flashing mix of glee, surprise and subtle confusion.He dropped his hand at the side. "Boss? I've never met anyone except you and another worker, Elijah who's my friend back in the college.” James explained, confusion evidence in his voice.Joel now understood why Elijah was quick to deciding about James employment. “Oh...I must have mistaken. You can start the work right away...”“Wow!! For real!!” James screamed joyfully which made Joel frown slightly. “ I'm sorry.. I'm just.. happy..I mean you're employing me without any credentials or driving record!" Disbelief laced his voice.Joel smiled at him, recognizing his excitement.“Yeah.” He said quietly and turned to leave, forgetting to deliver the main part.James remembered Elij

Gas exploded in the air. People gathered, some gasping, some clapping their hands over their head in horror, fires lightning in their faces, the smell of Rubber and Petrol choked out the air.It was a disaster. Fortunately, no pedestrian was a victim.The hood of the Mercedes was wrecked, smoke coughing from the bonnet. Soon, more people gathered, Police Cars and an ambulance rolled over along the road, siren whirring in the air like it was a mourning day for the city.Police men spilled out the Cars, Paramedics flooded the street, pulling out gurneys and whisking it to the accident scene.Two police hurried to the Mercedes. One yanked the door of the driver seat while another pulled the second door.Elijah was rescued out of the car, blood covering his face, shards of glasses cut his face, blood sipping like ink. He was laid on the stretcher unconsciously and whisked into the ambulance, paramedic scrambling.The Chaffuer was conscious, his fresh injury face sipping blood, his breath

The ward fell into silence, heart monitor beeping, not for a signal of life but a warning signal.Inspector Frank tensed, his confidence flickering, nearing a crash under the searing gaze of Elijah. James looked at Elijah with a surprising expression, wondering if those words had merely slipped from his tongue or he just blurted it to shake the Feds away, because hearing the way he accentuated the words, it looks really threatening. It wasn't the broken voice of the broke student he knew back in the days. Inspector James took one step closer, his boot thumping. The nervous expression dissolved into a mask of amusement.He chuckled lightly. “What do you say you're going to do again? Call the chief of police? You're a hilarious one.” He laughed maniacally, voice dripping with mockery. “You think you're some kind of powerful ruler who can beacon at the Chief of police just insignificantly? Disrespect for the higher-ups should be added to your crime record!" He hissed with an amusing ed

“You're one of those parasites in the police force that steps on the lower people's rights.” Elijah continued with a calculated voice. “It's high time people learn that all dust is not gold, and all that glitters might just be dust.” The ward was quiet, his voice carrying but the tension was palpable. Elijah didn't stop, his voice ringing like a preacher's but it wasn't just for salvation but something dangerous. “You slapped my friend and I'm not going to forgive that.” He pointed at the second officer. "You only got lucky because you controlled your lips. Stand!" He growled, low but venomous. The police officer jumped to feet, his face sleak with sweats. “You'll slap him. Once and thunderous just like he did to my friend. You see his face...” He paused, pointing a finger at James. “You'll give him the same look.” He said quietly. The police officer shivered, looking down at Inspector Frank who was a superior officer to him. Hesitation flickered in his eyes. “Are you deaf!!?"