Bending Down The Sacred Rules : The Godmother And Her Godson

EPILOGUE

ELDREW POKED into the entrance of Trumpa International Incorporated Los Angeles California Branch. It was a week bedroom Christmas and the atmosphere around Los Angeles, California, was cold and breezy but alternately humid now and then. Thanks to the warm weather of the Pacific ocean, California had become one of the states in the United States that never experienced Winter. Well, Winter was all around on both north and south poles – occured in different time ranges. The young man sauntered with drastic poise through the main lobby.

His hair was a little scruffy and unkempt due to the blowing breezy wind outside. Like he used to, the young man traversed using his motorcycle which had been his normal means of transportation. At eighteen, and because of how stimulant and aggressive he was to have the woman that captured and trapped his heart (which was also a focal point of the other side), Eldrew was becoming a father. Thus Eleazar never wanted their source of income would be relied on one side only.

Being eighteen and legal in age, Eleazar presumed that Eldrew and Hazel should have reliable financial sources – before Hazel's due date came. Eleazar offered not a position but an internship for Eldrew to have something to contribute to Hazel (his future and certainly Mrs Eldrew Slickson). Eldrew had a fine schedule in university that would not conflict with his internship. When he heard about the offer, Eldrew guaranteed Eleazar that there would be no humps and instances as soon as.he began working.

Eldrew stuffed NJ himself in the elevator and stood in the very corner – in order to avoid collision to any of the employee who rode along with him. Hazel had began working with her new job under her the management of her older brother. Eleazar offered (appointer his sister frantically) Hazel the available position that he thought suitable for her. A week after Hazel started working as payroll in charge in the financial department of the company, Hazel approached her brother, imploring him to offer something to Eldrew.

Expelling a long relieving sigh, Eldrew marched through the hallway of the executive floor where Eleazar's office nestled in. People whom he passed through, who he supposed Eleazar's employees, peered at him like he was intruding to their territory. They were all wrering business suit and formal office attire that were suitably appropriate for the place. But when they saw Eldrew ceased from pacing and stood in front of Eleazar's office, peering at the door.

A woman in her early thirties cocked a brow behind her chest eyeglasses when she saw Eldrew slithered in. As the young man approached her desk, she straightened up and arranged herself. “Good morning.” She greeted, not smiling but scanning the young man's frame. “You must be Mr Eldrew Slickson.”

Eldrew nodded with a vehement beam twisted across his face. “Yes I am.”

“Mr Greyham has been expecting you.” She informed him. She pressed the intercom that connected to the main office of Eleazar. “Mr Greyham, Mr Slickson is here.”

From the other line, they could hear Eleazar cleared his throat. “Send him in.”

Without sloshing a single word off her mouth, the secretary stood and gestured, waving her hand to the door next to the sitting area. Eldrew complied with diligence and politeness, nodding at the secretary and rambled towards the door. Eleazar was sitting behind his crystal desk like a king and owner of the company.

But in reality, the man was the General Manager and Branch Director of the known concoction firm company. Most of his days were loaded and interlocked to different meetings and seminars. Meeting with clients that contributed benignly to the company. And seminars to acknowledge and accommodate more learnings that were essential to improve his position.

“How do you feel today?” Eleazar asked, shifting his position. From crossing his legs to straighten his composure in order to concentrate on the young man. “Take a seat.” He gestured to one of the chairs, idling before his desk.