RAINED DOWN

WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

Ezra's pov

"Mr. Miller, I want it to be here by 3 in the afternoon. Are my words loud and clear for you to be understood?" Today is a big day, and every single arrangement for the party needs to be spotless.

I cut the call and put my phone back in my pocket. This party has been held for years, and Mother is the one who loves to arrange everything by herself, but as her leg is broken, she hasn't been able to take up the duty, and thus, everything has come upon me.

She had been straining herself way too much. Father is busy with other arrangements and invitations, so I had to be the one to look after the decorations of the hall.

But there is one other member who is just as usual still sleeping in the middle of the day.

"Take the devil's name, and it's here." My phone lightens up with the name, 'Brat'. I pick up the call, "What the hell do you want?" A groggy voice comes from the other end, "Can't a little sister call her brother for help?"

This brat sure loves testing my patience. "Evara, do you even know what time it is?" I could hear her laugh, "Come on, Ez, you know mom is sick, and dad's busy; I need somebody to accompany me to go get a dress for today's evening."

"Go by yourself and don't think of calling me for useless reasons. You're old enough to do things like this. And I'm busy trying to get the arrangements finished." I cut the call and get back to work.

The party doesn't start till 7, but before that, all the preparations should be perfect. I have a long day ahead. Even though the preparations had started yesterday, I would need to see it completely done before the guests arrive. My sister had always been a lazy one. She should have gone dress shopping the day before, but she was busy doing nothing.

My assistant informed me that the preparations were coming along fine, and all that was left was for the guests to arrive. Kelly had been working for me for a year and had been doing great. The assistant before her couldn't keep up with my work schedule, and she was dragging me down.

I don't want to get her changed with other worthless plastic ones, but if she keeps making advances at me in that way, then I might have to take some measures. She would slowly but swiftly touch my arm, get closer to me, and would even go to the length of messaging me horrendous bullshit at night.

I had a reputation for not having relationships and was busy with work. I am smart enough not to get into a bloody scandal just after I have gotten the position of the COO. But her audacity is getting out of my hand. I planned to fire her after this party was over. She was getting on my nerves. I left the hall and went back to my condo, and by the time it was already four in the evening.

When I entered my room, I could see it was already open, " Evara, what are you doing here?" She looked up from her phone, her amber eyes staring at me as if I was the one wrong for even asking that.

"I was bored and tired from the shopping spree, so I got here to loosen up. You should stop being so cranky every time you talk. You'll turn into an old man in no time, but then again, you are already one of them." I remain unbothered and kick her out of my room. She sits in the living room, resuming doing what she is doing.

When I was done with taking a shower, I came to get some water from the kitchen. She starts talking, "You know about Mrs . Richard, they will be coming today. I have been meaning to see Zeya. It's been ten years since we saw each other." I furrow my eyebrows, "Who's Zeya? I know Mrs. Richard. And yeah, they are invited to the party."
"You don't remember Uncle Leroy's daughter. We used to play together back in kindergarten."

"Not really, I only remember that one time about visiting Hawaii together. She was about ten, I guess."

"It's a miracle that you even remember your name with your grandpa-like memory." She snickers at that.
"And I didn't know that making lame jokes would make someone funny."

She keeps laughing as she gets up from the sofa, "You can never make a great come back at me. Well, I should get going, or else I'll be late for the party. Mum's gonna kill me when she finds out that I'm here rather than being in my room. The owner of the boutique is always pushing me to try on new dresses. She doesn't understand that I can see right through her tactics to make me get the priciest dress. Well then, see ya at the party, old man."

She is like a typhoon. She comes and makes a disaster out of my place. This is a sign to change my lock. I should hurry as well. Evara is eight years younger than me. She had turned eighteen a few months ago and had gone more out of control than she was before. Even though our age gap is quite large, we still get along quite well at times.

I put on my suit and get my hair done. It has become a bit long. I would need to get a cut sooner or later, but it didn't look any different with a shaven-up look. I get to the parking area, and I'd be driving there myself. When I reached the hall, the daylight was slowly dimming.

London's road was busy just like every day. Dad was waiting inside with a few other men. Before talking to him, I went to the bar to get a drink and ordered a dry Martini to get the night started. It was around six forty-five that the guests started filling in.

I went up to greet my dad. Mom and Evara were both sitting and talking to some of the ladies. I had to greet them as well. "Hey mom, how's the pain now?"

"My son finally remembered about his mother. I know that you've been busy the whole day, but you could have just given me a call." I apologize to her for being a bad son.

Evara was wearing a red dress with spaghetti straps, which was long and would have been moping the floor. If she didn't wear any heels. "You look just like a melting ice cream, on the verge of falling on the concrete." I compliment her dress as a payback for calling me old and go to where Dad is standing, greeting the guests. I could hear her muffled cursing as I walked away.

Dad had always been strict when it came to us, so we both had no other topic to talk about other than business matters.

Some of the other people came to greet us, and I had to stand there, greeting people like a toy repeating the same words time after time. This thing is exhausting. Social gatherings are a complete package of wasting time and draining the heck out of oneself. I recognised Uncle Leroy entering the hall with her wife. I had seen him a few days back, but I was seeing the couple together after many years.

They had grown old but in a beautiful way. Both of them looked good together. Just behind them, right on their tow came inside a lady. She was wearing a flowy gown, the straps encircling her shoulder a bit loosely. Her hair was pulled up in a small little bun. She was walking with her face down, but after a moment, she looked up, and this was the last person I expected to see today.

She was looking around, observing the place, but as she turned her head, she looked directly at me. She was shocked, and I could see that from the way her jaw dropped; she was surprised like me and stood there like a statue. "Hanky thief," she muttered loud enough to make a few people turn their heads.

Did I hear her correctly? Did she just call me a thief? But not only that, she called me a hanky thief. What the heck!!.