"How long do we have to wait before he comes?"Charles asked, hardly looking at Damien. He was looking through the transparent wall glass of the restaurant. It was an average restaurant. Since Charles had agreed to meet with the buyer instead of taking the orange card, they had been waiting there for a while for the buyer to arrive. Obviously, Charles was growing impatient."He is coming from a far place. But believe me, he would be here soon."Damien assured."Would? You are not sure are you?"Damien wasn't sure if he understood what the lad was trying to say. "I mean, though, not every knows this, but then 'would' is used if you are not sure of whether or not the event is bound to take place."Damien didn't really go to college. He dropped out in the first year. That was when he got a shot to work with the BMX girls. That would pay him well to choose another place to stay other than with his crappy uncle who is now nowhere to be found. "He will be here soon."Damien corrected. Ch
Damien was so lost that he had no idea that Charles was talking to him. Charles was trying to get his attention, and one of the waiters was walking towards them. At that same instance, the door of the restaurant was pushed open, and Leroy was seen walking towards their position. "Gentlemen. What would you like to have? I mean, you've been here for the past thirty minutes. And I couldn't help but notice."The waiter said to both Damien and Charles, sharing his gaze between them. Before Damien or Charles could give a response to the waiter, a voice interrupted, "We were about to leave. Sorry for any inconvenience."It was Leroy, apologising to the waiter. The waiter stayed back for a while. It was as though he was not pleased. Leroy fumbled through his pocket for a while, then brought out a hundred dollar bill. "I don't have anything lower than this. Just take it."When the waiter collected the money, he was sure to turn around to make sure that none of his colleagues caught him t
"How did this happen? And why can't I remember anything that has to do with it?""When did I meet another lady from the past? What's happening to me? What had happened to me?"Damien couldn't use the majority of the skills and features that he had obtained in the past, so it was difficult for him to draw a closure on the present situation. "Charles is my son?"Though it was the fact, yet Damien didn't want to be quick to conclusion. He opened his laptop and started to scroll through. He typed in the search engine,WHO WAS IN CHARGE OF THE BOLDYVILLE ESTATE AFTER THE DEATH OF DAMIEN?He scrolled through the results that popped up. He couldn't find a result that matched his expectations. BOLDYVILLE: A NEW OWNER?He clicked on the article. He read through for a while. "Dead end."He closed the laptop. "Obviously, there was no one else who was in charge of the Estate when I was gone. I mean, if there was someone, it would have made the front page of the news."He tried to search thro
Damien stepped into the building. It was a living room, but it looked to be unused. It wasn't untidy, neither was it furnished. There was a small chandelier hanging in the ceiling and a frame on the wall to the East. There were three young ladies standing in the middle of the room. Immediately they saw Damien walk in, they bowed to him. "Welcome, Young Master."When Damien got to them, he looked around for a while. Looking back at the ladies, he was met by the words of one of the three,"They told me that they were on their way. I had no idea why we got here before them."The young lady sounded defensive yet concerned. "I'm sure that they would be here any moment from now."The door was pushed open, and five ladies walked in. Immediately, they saw Damien, they were very shocked. Another lady walked in behind them. "Oh my God, he's here.""We are done for."Two of the latecomers almost entered into the skin of the others. They rushed to Damien and fell on their knees. "We are sorr
WHAT HAS GOTTEN INTO THEM?Damien looked from one man to another. There was not one of them that was not laughing. It was as though a sort of disease caused by laughter had broken out among them. After a while, the laughter died out. "You must have thought we are uncouth, to really think we would demand your head on a platter as soon as we set our eyes on you."One of the men started. "Is this the first thing that comes to mind whenever you hear them mention our name in the public?"The man laughed. "You must think we are some blood sucking monsters that can't live without having a dip of blood every second.""Perhaps a vampire, if I might say."A light laughter travelled across the hall. Which waned out almost immediately. "You shouldn't stand there."Mr Nagazumi called at him, pointing. Damien looked in the direction that the man had pointed. He saw a chair. He walked to it and settled in. He was seated in a position where all eyes were fixed on him. "I know you must have a l
The door of the room was pushed open, and Leroy walked in. As soon as the men saw him walk in, they all bowed to him. But Leroy didn't pay attention to them. He looked across the room. Seeing Damien, he walked straight and fell on his knees. "Young Master."It didn't take forever for the group to figure out what was happening. Their eyes almost popped out of the sockets. "Young Master?""Did he just say young Master?""Could it be?""Could Young Master mean?"It seemed as though some of the men were starting to draw a closure but were reluctant to say the words. "Get up. Didn't I tell you not to go through such formalities anymore?"Damien scolded Leroy. Though he hadn't intended for his voice to be loud, the group had heard him. "Is he truly?"A man whispered to his neighbour. Leroy got up and turned to the group. "What do you think you are doing? Why are you just standing there as rods?!!!"Leroy raised his voice, scolding. The men got what he meant immediately and bent down i
"Who is he calling?""The BMX girls?""I'm not sure.""Y'all just be low with it."The men argued amongst themselves as they anticipated what Damien was up to. Not long after, the door of the hall was pushed open, and nine beautiful young ladies walked in. "Oh, my world!""I'd be damned.""Where did they all come from?""Mars, perhaps?""That's lame."The girls bowed to Damien and then made a file at one angle. The elites were curious and restless. They were looking to know what the next line of action would be. "Tell the BMX girls to gather around and be here in the next ten minutes."Damien ordered, and the man whom he had spoken to dialled a number at once. They watched the man speak over the phone for a while, then drop the call. "You should have your seats now."He relieved the men of the punishment. "Nagazumi, hand me your mask."Damien called, and Nagazumi hurried to him at once. To the rest of the men, Damien might appear rude and disrespectful. But Damien knew that he w
"Did he just call him the Heir of the Consortia?""How?""How in the world is this possible?""Do you mean the great Heir who has been hidden all this while?""Did we just casually see him out of the blue?""Out of the blue, you mean out of nowhere?!"The nine girls were left in the hall. There was an elite who was still at the door. The last man to leave. But then the man hesitated and turned to the girls. "Here, have my number."He called Evelyn, and she rushed to him. "I'll see what I can do for you."He promised then left. Evelyn flipped the card in her hand to this and that side. She didn't look quite impressed. "What do we do now? How do we get to talk to him ever again? He is obviously changing the name of the group.""Is that your worry right now? Is the name of the company the only thing you can think of? How about the fact that our greatest fear is about to be actualized?""I warned you. I said it. I said that this might happen at the end of the day."Evelyn muttered. "W