A soft rap sounded on William Carter's door. He turned to the door, panic rushing through his face. Quickly, but carefully, he placed the documents he was holding back into the drawer, before calling on whoever was behind the door to come in. Winnie marched into the room, her eyes blazing with anger. A look of concern quickly reloaded the panic in his eyes. His granddaughter was never this unnerved. He waited for her to state the reason for her presence, not wanting to speak ahead of her. "Elijah is here to see you." She said after pacing for a few seconds. "Aha! Elijah." He bobbed his head, understanding the source of her anger now. For some reason she was insistent on not telling him, the pair had gone from a budding friendship to whatever this ugliness was. He had wanted to speak to Elijah about it, but something told him he would only be risking the very quiet but intense fury his granddaughter was capable of. "Yes, him. Why didn't you tell me you invited him over?" She stoppe
Elijah was ushered into a room by the housekeeper. He was to meet with Mr Carter there. While he waited, he decided to do a little review. There was no doubt the interior design of this room was Winnie's idea. The colorful couches spread about in a circle, giving it a relaxed ambiance. A splash of bright colors danced around the walls. What set it apart as a relaxation room which also doubled as a work room, was the book shelves on each side of the room. Then there were the paintings. He took his time, studying each one of them.One, in particular, caught his attention. He walked over to it, his eyes squinting as he skimmed through it. It looked vaguely familiar. It was a huge landscape, with the sun just setting. At the center of the painting, there was a little crack that looked like it was dividing this landscape into two."Elijah." He heard in his head.It wasn't a voice he had heard before. Avery's was way lighter. He could recognize if it were the other women he had encounte
"Hey." He said, for lack of other words to explain."Who were you welcoming?" She ignored his intent to change the conversation."Uhmm," He scratched his head, wondering how the hell he was supposed to get out of this now. He wasn't the type to lie, but this was not a situation he could tell the truth. "It's nothing." He said, silently praying she dropped it."Okay suit yourself." She shrugged nonchalantly, walking past him to a couch.In her heart though, she was boiling. She knew what she heard. There was no phone in sight, so he was definitely not on call. First he had enemies everywhere which he always fought off effortlessly, now he was talking to himself like a sicko. Who really was thos Elijah man? She wondered.It was only when she sat down, and raised up her head, her eyes found what he had been staring at. It definitely was the painting. The last thing her mother painted before she----- She paused on that thought, still not strong enough to ever complete and it. But why
"Alright." She whipped out a laptop he somehow managed to miss, and his eyes squinted with surprise. It was quickly replaced with a darkened glance when she placed it on her smooth laps, and switched it on. Again, he was only just noticing she was putting on a gown which stopped way above the knee. "Winnie Carter." His mind whispered teasingly.Instantly, she raised her head up as if she had heard him. "Mr Elijah Green, what can I do for you this evening?" She asked, her putting on a professional tone.It was almost too amusing for him to bear. However, when he remembered he had asked for this, he buckled up in readiness to face the consequences. An aloof Winnie? That was quite a sight to see. "The favor I'm about to ask is actually not for me.""It's not a favor if it's a depth repayment, but carry-on. What do you want, and whom do you want what you want for?" She paused, for a second getting dizzy by her own question.He smiled at her eyes which were too expressive for her in
"Mummy?" She dropped to her knees, grabbing a hold of the painting and clasping it tightly to her chest. "You're okay mummy. You're fine." She said, over and over again.Elijah watched her. When she had broken into a run, he thought she was leaving. But then she took the round, and ended up crouched on the floor. He realized it was the painting. But with that realization came curiosity. Did she know her mother was in that painting? Why was she speaking so confidently to it? "It's mum's painting." He blinked twice, and saw she was on her feet again."Really?" "Yeah," She said taking it back to the spot it had fallen from. "There was no breeze. I wonder why it fell." That settled it for him. She obviously didn't know her mum could communicate through that painting. Her question could easily be answered too. Perhaps her mum saw her distressed and decided to intervene. The latter, he was grateful for. If she hadn't, he would have easily overstepped the boundaries of their weird f
Elijah was in high spirits after leaving the Carter mansion. He didn't want to return home immediately, so he sought the comfort of the streets. He drove round in circles, just drinking in the city. In fairness, it was a beautiful city. Thanks to the generosity, or rather the disguised generosity from the elites. They had to make it look like the billions they were hoarding did something no matter how little for the community. It was laughable in earnest, but not to the poor who literally ate from their hands.His first stop was prestige hotel. As his car came to a halt in front of the building, he peeked through his windows. It had been lit up for the night. It's name shining brightly and boldly, on top the two story building. He knew every corner of this hotel. After all, it was a place that used to be dear to him and his wife."Wife."Just saying out loud sounded crazy. It seemed like a lifetime ago he was married and content. His union with Rhonda didn't sterm from love. It
Rhonda didn't appreciate having to come out by this time of the day. Damn near half of the City where already asleep, while the nightwalkers where out and about doing God knows what. She preferred herself a day walker, than mingling with uncertainties in the dead of the night.However, as Colin approached her where she stood, she adorned the brightest smile she could muster. In truth it was half, and shaky, but it was the best she could do."Hey." He went in for a hug, but she was gunning for a handshake. Amidst an awkward clash,came nervous laughter. "Hey." She responded with an outstretched hand.He nodded in understanding of having lost this one. "I'm glad you came on such short notice." He replied, taking her hands in his, and planting a gentle kiss on it."My mum said it's important. There was no talking my way out of it." She confessed. He gave her a smile that told her he sympathized with her, and surprisingly, it warmed her heart. "Shall we then?" He was saying when,
The first man tumbled to the ground before he could even throw a hot. The second was hit in the face with punch, the impact sending him to the ground. The third managed to get a hit in, but got his belly blown just few seconds after. He wretched, feeling the urge to empty the contents of his stomach.With a push, Elijah gently directed him to Kingston, who he vomited all over."Oh God!" Rhonda held her breath, and turned her face to the side.Yet, Colin couldn't stop smiling. He didn't mean to meet Elijah again this way, but right now, he couldn't think of s better way."Are you okay?" Elijah walked over to Rhonda.She threw herself in his arms, and he wrapped a protective hand around her. In the ground behind them, Kingston struggled to stand up, with his body covered in his bodyguards vomit."Don't just stand there bro, help me!" He hissed at Colin, who found everything amusing.The amused man whipped out his phone, and dialled a number."Send help for Kingston Luxe. We were