In Another Life

Chapter: 4

Ethan was at the bakery and it was locked now. If he had been there then there was a bright chance that of him still being in Alexandria. I walked hurriedly towards his house, hunting it seemed. I peeped through the wooden window , only to find nothingness. Nobody had seemed to visit for a while. I ran towards the front door and pushed it. To my surprise the door was unlocked and so I tripped. Brushing the dust off my pants, I stood up and started searching the house. "Is anybody there ? Ethan ? Are you here?" I yelled. There was no answer. I searched the entire house for some hint, some clue that could lead me to Ethan. From Rooms to halls to kitchen, I had searched every corner but nothing was found, almost nothing till I found a bread piece on the dinning table. It was not stale, no fungus grew on it. Ethan was here, At least he had been a day ago.
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Matthew sat across the table from Eva Grey. "Mrs. Grey.." . "Miss Grey.. I am a happily divorced woman" she interrupted.
"Fine.. Miss Grey, Can you tell me where I can find my nephew?" He asked. "I am the town sheriff, not a personal detective. How am I supposed to tell you where you can find him? I just know that we have been working really hard for this case and we are trying our best to find him." She said.
"But there is something we have found, we would like to tell that to Mrs Pike as soon as she comes over"
"What is it? You can tell me, I am her brother" Mathew questioned angrily.
"Stop it Mathew" Emily called from behind.
"What is it?" She asked looking towards Grey.
"We found his licence near the river and we need you to identify this cloth piece" Grey said while pushing the cloth piece towards her.
It was a piece of his blue denim shirt which Emily had bought for Carl when she was promoted in lab and therefore Emily recognised it as soon as she saw it. The cloth was wet and Emily could feel something sticking to her fingertip, she turned it over. Blood, she realised.
" Is it His ? Miss Pike?" Grey asked
"Yes." She said while dropping the piece in the table and engulfed by a pool of Stress.
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A month after my parents death I had driven off to New York to find Micheal Young. 'Young Builders' had a guard Parked outside in blue security uniform. A building so giant, it tore the atmosphere and filled it with bricks and stones.
'I am Ethan Decloure. I have come here regarding 'Pike bakers', I told the security guard. He dialled a number to ask me in and when permitted, I was allowed in.
The Glass door stretched from one end to another while I tried to walk through. A hallway leading to reception with a wide desk, 'Young Builders' carved on the right wall and two passages leading to several cabinets made the place look 'grand'. I had waited In the 'waiting room' for almost an hour when I saw a woman dressed in Peach pencil skirt teamed with a black soft blouse. The pencil skirt readily highlighted her gracious body type which she seemed to handle with perfection.
'Hello, I am Rita Marx and I am the PR manager of 'Young Builders' which means that I handle the public relations and dealing with any new client which is brought in. First of all I want to pay my condolences for your loss. I hope they Rest in peace.
I blinked my eyes in her support and after a small pause she went on, "I want to tell you that we are interested in your piece of Land, 10 Acres seems perfect for our new business plan. I know it is soon to think about something like this. Your father was given enough time and opportunities but he never gave in. Now the land belong to you and you as a rightful owner can only decide wether to keep it or sell it to someone who could fill your pockets with gold..". She went on for 3 minutes while I looked at her arched brows which moved with her voice modulation.
When she stopped for my response, the only thing I could ask her was "what made you think I will sell it?"
"Well That is because I do think that you are not a mere stupid Indian kid!" She said while pushing a file near me.
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"If we talk about the fair price, then for your type of land $8000 should be enough but we are offering you more than enough so how about $10000?"
"But I need some time to think over!"
"O Darling! You have absolutely all the time in this world! Be back with the reply by the end of this week and you'll have a deal".
I walked out of the room holding the hope for a new future, future that I would create, not them.