''Thomas dear, Marko took the day off and I really must have these bags given to the charitable organisation down at fifth this afternoon. Do you think you could be such a darling and run this errand for me? I have a spa appointment at 4 and I really cannot miss it, I spotted a wrinkle line this morning and Eliza was kind enough to clear her afternoon. "Ladies and Gents, meet my mother, Cassandra Alice Grayson. And oh, just one wrinkle? How she manages to look a quarter of her age still baffles me but money does defy the impossible. She sips her morning tea from her delicate china cup and looks at me expectantly.
I look up from the five star breakfast of poached eggs and bacon with a grimace. "Mother, I just asked for a glass of orange juice, what is this?" I ask as I gesture to the plate. "Honey, I barely see you and besides who looks after you when you're all alone in the city? I laugh at that one, my mum knows very well that I love to cook but as usual if we can afford someone else to do something for us then why should we do it ourselves. Its Grayson ideology and it's sickening to the core, but of course I can't say anything, God forbid we give an opinion in this family. "Sure, I have to head home early anyway so I'll just make a stop," I say as I down the juice and stand up to leave, not touching my food. I walk over to my mother and give her a peck on the cheek and she smiles, her green eyes lighting up, the only thing we have in common. "Thanks a lot dear,'' and she goes back to sipping her tea.
Just before I head up the giant, too shiny marble staircase I make my way to the kitchen. Rosa's wiping the spotless granite and smiles as she sees me entering. "Rosa, please have my breakfast wrapped in a container I can't have it thrown away." She nods and carries on wiping the granite "oh and Rosa, after that take the rest of the day off." She smiles appreciatively and thanks me. See, not the typical Grayson.
Once I'm showered I go downstairs and load the bags and my breakfast container into the jeep and drive to the city. I always enjoy the drive when I leave home than the drive to home. It's like I'm always leaving for something better out there, out of the constraints. Before I know it I'm home sweet home. I open the door to my loft and drop my keys on the table at the side and exhale. It was one weekend that I was away but I missed my place. We meet every Sunday for brunch with the rest of my family but my folks insisted I stay the weekend this time because I've been making excusing for brunch these past few Sundays and unfortunately I couldn't get out of this one.
While checking my emails I look at the time and realise that it's almost dusk and I haven't dropped off the items for charity as yet. Groaning, I grab my keys and head for the door. By the time I reach fifth, the place is already closed. Sighing, I jump off the jeep and check the back to see if anyone's still there. I walk around the quiet alley and peep through the back door. No one.Just great I think to myself as I walk back out of the alley when suddenly I'm thrown backwards against the wall.
There's two guys standing infront of me, one armed with a knife and one with a gun. Oh even greater I scowl as I touch my head for blood. "C'mon rich boy! Money and cellphone now!" the one holding the knife screams in my face. Carefully I pull my wallet out of my pants. "Look that's all I have on me," I say calmly while sizing these men up. I could take them but just before I make my move a third person springs up with a baseball bat in hand and bashes the one holding the gun. He falls down and the gun drops out of his hand. The other kid holding the knife screams as this mysterious person kicks his arms holding the knife. He doubles over as the other guy punches him in the gut. I stand against the wall surprised at the turnout of events.
As the two boys lay clutching themselves on the floor I try and get a better look at my saviour but he is hidden by a black hood. is this some vigilante I think to myself and feel myself wanting to laugh but instead I awkwardly say "tha-a-nkyooou..?" and just then he throws back the hood and HOLY SHIT IT'S A GIRL!
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everything she's not
RomanceThomas Leonard Grayson. 'Leo' as he likes to be called has just about everything a person could ask for. And that's not enough. Leo wishes to have his own legacy and be his own person but his family has other ideas in store for him. Katerina Cohen...