Breaking Clarisse ***completed***

4. Elijah Giovanni

Illegal Forced labor earns an estimated 150 bill profits a year 99bil of that is earned from commercial sex exploitation

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I couldn't help myself but be nosey making my way onto the second floor and down the hall. Past his bedroom leading to his office where I heard him speaking about business.

His office was cluttered which shocked me because the man seemed so uptight about proper placement and cleanliness. He stood half dressed in his business attire with a white collar shirt that hung loosely as it lightly pulled from the sides of his slacks.

With a cigar in one hand and a scotch in the other he pranced around aimlessly while laughing into his phone.

I imagined him talking back to someone of equal importance. Him surrounding himself with those of power. Sitting around with scotch and cigars stroking one anothers ego with the intent of reminding one another just how important they each were. Each with firm unbending conviction in wanting to change the world to their liking.

He seemed bold and ineffected by the harshness of the world in fact almost impervious to its rejection.

He had an unwavering desire for control, power, and above all loyalty. Maintaining it as if it was a necessary behavior. These weren't mere traits you would learn in school no these were handed down behaviors.

He had an eccentric way of seeing things. Though it seemed strange to me everyone in this world seemed normalized by it.

When I pulled my thoughts back and focused again on the form of the man I suddenly felt I was violating his privacy as my eyes followed the small patch of chest hair that trailed down his front side and hid securely under his suit pants.

He caught me gawking and called me in.

Clarrise you shouldn't be on this floor. Has Georgina explained the rules to you?

Yes, Sir. I apologize. My eyes looked to my feet. I was curious.

Well you know what they say about curiosity and cats don't you? That sooner or later they run out of lives and end up decorating the littered street corners.

He took a moment from his conversation to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. Go on get back to your floor. He then tapped my behind and watched me with curious eyes walk back down the hall.

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Elijah Giovanni was not your typical billionaire business man. He was more on the reserved side. He was handsome for his age, he held himself extremely well with that certain sophistication with wisdom that only comes with age.

He was perfect. Like he had been sculpted. Except to say that he had a horrible burn scaring on his left leg from his foot to his upper calf.

He was spectacularly built from his legs to his shoulders in an uninterrupted unempathitic unity of strength.

Like his personality his eyes were a mystery. One moment they were a darker green and other times they were light grey with a tinge of  seaweed green that traced around the iris. Like a black hole in the ocean. The lines in his eyes were soft one moment but then sharp at other times. Sometimes an indefinable faint expression lingered almost stealth like.

Among his physical attributes his desires stuck out. He was a collecter of arts. Loved to watch us entertain him with whatever we excelled in. It wasnt just a talent of ours it was his accomplishments especially when they were used for his pleasure.

He favored the idea of playing games. His point of views were bold and defiant. He was never misunderstood and the idea that he would be mistaken as wrong was non existent.