The Elites is a story about the inside lives of rich, spoilt elite kids, depicting the struggles they have to go through to prove themselves to the world, and to themselves as they seek to find acceptance, power, inheritance, Trust , Truth and love...
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Jeremiah
"Here."
I walked into the really huge room right after Manuel's voice, taking deep breaths as I took further steps inside. It was exactly as I hoped it would be, as I had asked Manuel to design it. I didn't want it to change much from the one I had remembered. I just wanted it to look less like a room for a nine year old.
Just as I had hoped, Manuel had got me the huge 3D painting of the Miami Beach I had told him I wanted, the last time he paid me a visit. It was my favorite place in the whole of US, and it was hung on the wall, right above my king sized bed that was really high off the ground. You'd probably have to climb about three stairs to get to it, and it was close to the tinted transparent glass, where you could enjoy the view of the big pool if you sat or laid in, or even stood close to the bed and looked right outside.
A tiny smile escaped my lips as I slowly turned to the other corner of the room that had a white transparent glass close to it that looked like a door, a big door. That had to be my closet space slash dressing room space and the bathroom had to be somewhere inside too. Right beside it was a transparent show glass with gold handles. I could see my awards from right there. All six of them from different categories and achievements at every stage of my life. I turned to the other side where the mini parlor was. I could count about three sofas made with expensive leather and a huge center table made with glass in the middle. I slowly picked up the TV remote on it and turned to the sixty inches television in front of me, right above the artificial fire place. I pushed the power button and it went off.
I needed all the peace and quiet I could get.
"I'd ask the maids to bring your things up, and snacks of course."
I didn't bother to turn when Manuel talked to me. I just stood where I was, focusing my gaze on my bed.
"For now, just rest. You don't have to join the family for dinner if you don't want to. I'd tell the chairman that you're too exhausted from the journey, and want to rest."
I buried both my hands in the pocket of my plain trousers, not bothering to make a sound or a move, pretending like I didn't hear anything he said. I heard him let out an exhale.
"If there's anything you need," he continued. "Let me know, and I'd ask someone to bring it up to you as soon as I can."
I turned to him quickly. Forcing a convincing smile on by bruised lip, trying so hard to look the least cheerful.
"Thank you Manuel." He frowned.
"What for?"
I hesitated and then shrugged my shoulders.
"I don't know." I told him. There was no need to get overly emotional. I just wanted him to know. He scoffed.
