Author's POV:
24th September, 05:45 pm, New York
A black Maserati drove on the New Yorker roads.In its black leather seats,a young attractive man sat in the back.Dressed very elegant in a dark beige suit and with a royal blue tie which a simple template is designed on it,the rose collar pin wasn't missing either,his warm ivory face looked out of the car window,admiring the greatest city in the world.
The chauffeur checked on him every two minutes by looking at the rear-view mirror.
Elijah took a deep breath and looked down at his hands that held a black lighter.The sign of the mafia he was working for was engraved on it.He opened its lid and closed it.Opened its lid and closed it its lid.Elijah continued doing that for three more times.
Even though he didn't smoke,the sound of opening and closing the lid makes him relax when he's stressed out.
In front of the building
Arriving at the proposed destination,the chauffeur opened the door for him.A thankful smile appeared on Elijah's face as he got out of the car.He was standing in front of a huge grey building which he had in focus.Walking straight,Elijah arrived in its court where he strolled around focusing on every single detail of it.Elijah's memory:
"I want this building to be torn as soon as possible!"Alexander demanded strongly staring at me with furious eyes.I was completely calm standing in front of my mafia leader and adoptive father with my hands behind my back."I'll attempt."I assured him with calm defensive voice.
He gave me an arrogant smile and released me from his office.
I left gracefully.
Author's POV:
Elijah walked back to the car and the door got opened as Bruno saw him coming.Elijah threw a look at the building one more time before getting in the vehicle."I have to tear this place in within forty-eight hours."He said in his mind.
Caught in his own thoughts,Elijah's phone rang.
"Hello!"He greeted respectfully looking through the car window."I want you to come in the conference office in thirty minutes."Alexander ordered.
"I will."Elijah replied politely and hung up.
"To the headquarter,please."Elijah told Bruno the new destination.He nodded glancing in the rear-view mirror and changing the destination.
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My Devious Soul
Teen FictionThe devious life of the mafia consigliere Elijah Sinclair Creed is complex.The twenty-seven years old lives in world where he is the only one who can win.Creed's calm temperament is chained in a devious and secretive behavior.With his strategic mind...