Ellison Taylor
Who are you?" I asked.
"Why are you eating breakfast here?" She asked.
Am I even suppose to answer her question. I don't even know who she is.
She put her hand on her hip and glared at me. I was taken off guard by her rudeness. I have no idea who she is and behaving like she owns the place.
"I'm Ellison." I said waiting for her to explain who she is.
"How do you know Ian?" She asked with a glare. I can sense the hostility from her and was confused by her behaviour.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"I believe you should finish your breakfast and get out of here." She said with disgust on her face.
I raised my eyebrow at her. "Why? Who are you to say that?"
"I'm his friend." She said.
"I would like Ian to send me out than you telling me."
This time she raised her eye brow at me- she look extremely mad at me.
"Did you spend your night here?" She questioned.
"I'm not obligated to answer any of your question." I said turning back to focus on eating.
"You are nothing more than a one night stand." She snapped and came charging towards me. I am drained from all the dramas and here is another one charging at me. I stood up from the bar stool.
"What's your problem?" I asked. I'm tired.
"Get out of the place, right now." She snapped.
I shake my head at her. I rather walk out than to have a conversation with someone who won't be listening to anything that I say and who won't be responding back with respect.
The securities was confused when I walked out.
"Do you need any assistance?" One of them asked.
I shake my head. I called for an Uber which arrived sooner than expected and that's how I left that place. I rang the door bell to my apartment and Marilyn opened the door.
"Finally you are back." She said with sarcasm in her voice. The apartment was clean and look so new. They must have polish the floor.
"Brent is on his way.." I said. "I don't want to have another conversation with someone who will clearly not listen.
"Perfect." She said. "Where are we going?"
"I don't know. Did you guys eat yet?"
"No.." Edith said.
"We can go for lunch." I said and my phone buzzed and I see text from Brent, "I'm early, can you guys come down and wait? We'll go for lunch. I'm five minutes there."
"He is here." I said. "Are you guys ready?"
"Of course."Edith said and took her coat and bag. I opened the closet near the door and took out my jacket. We all exited the apartment and I locked the place before following them to the elevator.

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