The Lords against DJ

DJ in the thoughts

DJ in the thoughts

From the moment Lord Yael graced the grand construction with his mysterious presence, he was all what everyone talked about. Surprised eyes witnessed him entering the premises of the building, authoritative and daunting, as curiosity built behind those orbs and silent gasps left the lips of the employees. They watched their lord, who had gone missing a while ago, striding through the lobby and towards the elevator like any other day. Steps so loud and firm and aura highly commanding, that it faded the appalling memory of his vulnerable abduction from the same place six months back.

The unfortunate day when Yael Doukas was kidnapped from his very own building, against his will and conscious, and under the horrific supervision of the notorious gangster.

However, that incident now stood behind the fine day of Yael's arrival at his rightful place, the same lord was back with his evergreen charisma and control over his empire and was ready to rule like he was destined to.

Yael didn't change much for what people could see, the same fearful persona of a crime lord had returned except for a few details.

The crisp suit still stretched across the expanse of his muscular body, stylish jewellery he adorned twinkled under the light and an unfriendly seriousness that had befriended him from his birth rested on his charming features. A large size gauze that peeked from behind his shirt, and a man bun that hung loosely at the back of his head were the only noticeable developments adding to his charms........ Other than that, Yael was the same man who never smiled or never returned a 'good morning' and mostly kept to himself while he worked.

And if anything did change in the man, then it was the peak murderous appeal that he supported while he waited for the elevator to welcome him.

Aside from his appearance, a new security team had also marched in with the Lord much to the surprise of the audience. The new recruits were nonchalant and observant and had never seen before, gathered beside Yael, they watched around like a hawk and caught many curious glances asking silent questions.

It was until the elevator finally dinged and the doors opened to the empty cabin.

Yael filed in first with a few of his guards and pressed the button to his floor. As soon as the doors slid close, a storm of questions filled the lobby and the lower floor. Several queries jumped around, theories and speculations circled between colleagues but no one could even make a guess about the whole situation making them eventually shut up and go about their day.

Meanwhile, Lord Yael stepped inside his office after commanding his security a new task outside his door. He crossed the room slowly, reminiscing about the cruel history of his life that he would never forget, and made his way to his gigantic desk. With mind playing the scenes of the past, he placed both his palms on the classic wooden surface and stared at the neat and tidy table for a while. He then lifted his gaze at the seat behind it and sighed at the vexed memories he had unintentionally made six months ago.

Frustration only grew and Yael jerked away from the desk in hope of jerking away his thoughts.

A large bookshelf reaching the ceiling, embedded in the wall behind Yael's desk then caught his attention making him straighten up and stare. Several achievements in business, educational trophies and honourable titles along with fashionable mantel pieces that rested over the shelves also looked clean and sparkly like the rest of the room and it made Yael wonder in a different direction.

It was great to see no dust on any of his important things but that also warranted visitors in his room in his absence.

'Perhaps Lord Ezekiel had the room rearranged', Yael thought earnestly.