Saving Elliot ©2015 Sydney Wray

Chapter 3~Elliot Jason Jackson

"Our new project is taking place in down-town Las Angelas." My Dad said, clapping his hands together and grinning.

I looked up from my workload. "Is this Charity Work?"

"No. But it might be our biggest deal yet."

I raised an eyebrow, confused. "How so?"

My father started to pace the floor of our business floor, my gaze locked on him. "Because of the low-income job opportunities, I am going to buy out all of the businesses-including their biggest money provider."

My eyes widened. "But, father.." That was terrible proposition. Down-town Las Angeles struggled enough. With my father buying out all companies, they could really suffer and most families would be forced to move away. "Isn't that fraud?"

"Elliot," He impatiently started, "Do you honestly think I would do such a thing?"

I struggled for a reply. I wasn't sure.

"Get properly dressed. I'll be waiting in the car." He snapped, striding quickly out of the room.

I looked down at my outfit. A suit, unaccompanied without a tie, clothed me. 'Proper,' meant a tie.

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It was silent in the car ride over to Las Angeles-estimating at an amount of twenty five minutes. My father scrolled through his emails on his phone, while Damion drove robot-like in the front.

I glanced out the window, the beaches disappearing and turning into the vast lands of down town Las Angeles.

Within minutes, we arrived at our destination. Damion slipped out the car after putting it in park, and opened the door.

My father stepped out first, followed by me. What I hadn't noticed at first, was that I held the gaze of many people.

I wasn't sure at the moment, but moments later it dawned on me. We had just arrived in a Limosine, driven by a driver hired by the family, dressed in expensive suits and hard expressions.

Well, my father had one.

"Hello." He announced very business-like. He spoke slowly, as if they couldn't understand English, and quite frankly, like he was above them in the obvious social order. "I'm John Jackson, and this is my son Elliot Jackson."

"What?" Someone said in the forming crowd.

I backed up toward the safety of the car as men crowded in.

One tall guy stepped forward. He had growing stubble making it's way on his chin and face. "What are you doing here?"

My father cleared his throat, saying too curt, "We're here to offer you financial support."

I almost snorted. Hardly.

The guy crossed his arms, raising his eyebrows. "What are you talking about?"

"John," a voice unturrupted.

Everyone looked toward my father's colleagues who stepped out of their Limousine as well.

"Come inside. We have business to discuss." One of them nodded, motioning for the building near.

Father nodded, taking off without a glance in my direction.

The dispersing crowd slowly dissipated, leaving me standing alone. I looked around nervously, not sure of what to do with myself.

"Uh oh." A slightly amused and sarcastic familiar voice came from behind me.