James was the guide they called when a very special person was lodging a room in the hotel so he understood the assignment perfectly which was to make Jeremiah as comfortable as possible They both walked to the elevator and James pressed the button to make the door open on the floor they were on but just as they started to wait, Jeremiah said:“If you don’t mind, can we use the stairs instead of the elevator?” James looked at the young master and furrowed his eyebrows.“Why, sir? Do you have an issue with elevators?” The guide asked as he had never once heard of a situation where a guest wanted to take the stairs instead of the elevator.Jeremiah shrugged and replied “Not an issue per se but using an elevator makes me nauseous. If possible, I would like to avoid that” Jeremiah had always been nauseous when using an elevator so he always avoided it. However, since he got his powers back at Crimson Fall, he hadn’t been in one. As such, he didn’t know if he would get nauseous still or

The taxi took Jeremiah to the motorcycle shop which was eighteen minutes away from Maple Hotel and parked on the opposite side of the street.Jeremiah came out and walked to the driver’s side door. He paid the fare the same way he paid last night’s fare— by Apple Pay— and he returned his phone to his pocket.“Tell them, Mark, the taxi driver sent you and they should hook you up with a really good deal,” the driver said. “Thanks. I’ll do that” Jeremiah replied as he crossed the street while the taxi drove away. Since he could hear extremely well, he didn’t need to look at incoming traffic to know when it was safe to walk past the street. Because of that, the people who saw him thought he was being careless.If only they knew the truth.Jeremiah got to the front of the shop and looked at the name on the sign.“Light speed engines” he read and chuckled at how nice the name was.Hoping to get a wonderful motorcycle from them, Jeremiah walked into the shop and saw all the beautiful moto

The sound of a loud horn blared, drawing Jeremiah and the older security officer’s attention to the car that made it and they saw a black BMW Jeep. “She’s here,” the older security officer said, a look of surprise on his face.Jeremiah, who just realized that the driver of the black BMW Jeep was the housing agent he had called— thanks to what he heard the older security officer say—groaned. He got a good look at the woman and thought that she was nice-looking and on the older side, which wasn’t what he expected because she had a youthful voice over the phone.“I guess you were telling the truth,” the older security officer said. Jeremiah looked at the man in uniform and with a cocky smile replied “What? You thought I was lying to you earlier?”“My apologies. I was only doing my job. You can never be too careful about these things” The older security officer lowered his head slightly as he apologized. “It’s fine. I too would have done the same. Anyway…” Jeremiah looked at the Jeep

Jeremiah went straight for his bedroom where he collected his thoughts, coming up with things he needed now that he had returned to Bakers View. Then, after making a mental list of everything, he left the house, went outside the fence where his motorcycle was still parked, got on it, and drove into town. His first stop for the day was getting clothes for his massive closet, so he drove all the way to the one clothing store he both had experience with and liked how their clothes were. He went to The High Fashion Emporium. He parked in front of the store, got off the motorcycle, and walked towards the entrance. The last time he was there, the convoy of luxurious cars he arrived in drew a lot of unwanted attention from bystanders, and the entourage of security guards that surrounded him and Kingston as they exited the cars didn’t help. Now, with just him and his motorcycle arriving at the store and walking through the entrance, nobody paid him any attention. He was basically inv

[“You better go on your knees and start begging for forgiveness if you know what’s good for you. That guy is someone you wouldn’t want to mess with on a good day, let alone a bad one and I’m not going to stick my neck out for you and beg him to show mercy because the last time I did that for that idiot Bruce who disrespected him almost as badly as you did, I almost got my fingers broken”]Scared after what he had just heard, Lucy’s legs started to tremble more violently and almost gave out. She couldn’t believe the mess she had just put herself in. If only she had believed Jeremiah when he told her he was an Ultra VIP member of the store, she would have been able to go her own way, safe from any punishment, especially one as terrible as broken fingers. What can she do now? Beg? Would that even work?Every worker in the store, who knew what happened a couple of weeks ago, still thought Jeremiah was some kind of underground crime lord and everything the manager told her over the phon