Sir Vintage's legs felt like jelly. They gave way, forcing him to drop on his hands and knees. He shouted with tears in his eyes. "Arthur Smith, mercy... Please have mercy. Don't do this to me, please."Elijah stood up. His eyes were without empathy. "I warned you, but you laughed in my face and c
Sheila checked her wrist watch. Then she nodded. "I can spare an hour for dinner. I'm meeting with Mr Flintstone tomorrow so I must get to bed early."Just then Margaret Wade walked in on them. "What are you two up to?""We're going out on a date," Sheila said, dragging Elijah along. "We'll be back
Kate Wade was the last person Sheila expected to see. "What are you doing in Bistros?" Kate Wade asked. "You seriously can't afford to dine in a place like this. Who let you in?"Sheila sighed. "Kate, it's a peaceful night. We don't want any trouble.""Trouble?" Kate laughed. "Don't tell me you're
"I'm so sorry, Miss Kate," he apologized. "Who might have offended you this evening?"Kate pointed at Sheila. "This bitch slapped me. I want her kicked out of this restaurant immediately.""That's absurd," Sheila defended herself. "She hit my boyfriend first. She should learn to keep her hands to he
"James," Kate called. "What are you doing?"James still had his head bowed to the ground. He was shivering like a rabbit. Even Sheila was surprised. She couldn't process what was happening at the moment. "Elijah," James pleaded. "I don't know how you did it but please, would you call Mr Gregory an
Then Elijah spoke gravely, "Go ahead. Intervene and I'll see to it you regret it for the rest of your life."The maitre d hotel stiffened. He realized he would be digging his own grave if he intervened. Sheila approached Elijah and tapped him on the arm. "Elijah, isn't this going too far?"Elijah s
The next day, Elijah drove Sheila to Flintstones construction Inc. Sheila noticed the BMW had been garnering attention since they left the house. "This is some car," Sheila said as she opened the door. "Seriously, I don't think we deserve it."Elijah laughed. "Don't be so meek, Sheila. We deserve
Sheila narrowed her eyes. "Both our interest? What do you mean?"Mr Flintstone stood up. "I'm thirsty. Do you care for a drink?""No, I don't drink when I'm working," Sheila declined."You must drink," Mr Flintstone walked over to the inbuilt bar. "I hate drinking alone when I'm entertaining visitor