How do we live and love when we know that everything we have will turn into ashes?
Now that Zcyhie Elizabeth Fleuvis is back, someone threatens to inflict everything in her normal, stable life. The tranquility of her old town, Stygian Realm, along F...
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Zcyhie Elizabeth's POV
The office was a four hundred eighty-eight-square-meter co-branded outpost in thirty-one Fleuvis Yards, a five-story tower shared by the Equinox Hotel and the Fleuvis Industrial Building. The extension was clad in zinc panels with either black of metallic finishes, while the rest of the building was wrapped with brick, which matches the surrounding buildings of Fleuvis Yards.
"Good evening, Miss Fleuvis." She smiled at me before she glanced at her black watch. "Your gramps is still in the middle of his business meeting together with the stake holders about the matter last time."
My lips formed a smile and uttered, "Alright. Guess, I'll take a stroll around first."
"Do you want something to drink?"
"No, thank you," I said while I averted my gaze from her black dress while her hair flow at her shoulder, then, towards the building.
I checked the surroundings. It contains twenty-four private offices and common areas that span two floors. Fleuvis Equinox's "great room" was anchored by a large communal table with blue-velvet chairs, and peppered with banquette seating areas, modular couches and banana leaf prints. Finishes like fluted millwork and textured charcoal wallpaper with contemporary "steely" aesthetic.
"Please tell him that I'll just wait for him in his office."
"Yes, Miss." Then, she walked away for me, heading towards the main office.
I walked towards the main area. The main area lead into a bilevel zone with a spiral metal staircase haloed by a custom-made chandelier. Private offices line the perimeter, overlooking the Equinox River and the sea through floor-to-ceiling windows. Design elements include custom Madera wide plank white oak floors, exposed concrete pillars, wood wall paneling and four-meter ceilings.
Not only that but everything was quiet as well except for the wind rustling the leaves of the trees and the blades of grass that stretched on for as far as my eyes could see. It was after class around six in the evening when I decided to check the new building of Gramps.
After gazing the whole building, I proceed at the fourth floor in my grandfather's office. I held the cold gold doorknob and as it opened. The motion sensor lights opened up as I shifted forward. I saw a gray colored wall and a glass window with the gray curtains.
I snatched up my backpack and install the little camera in his office that was connected in my phone. I placed five small cameras in the area where he couldn't find it. I attached one, on his clock which faces his direction when sitting, on the lights, at the walls near the picture frame, the door outside the area and from the door in his room.
I moved towards his glass table and sat in his swivel chair. I saw lots of white folders about the paper works for the company. I also saw his computer now's blinking for the pop-up notifications. I was busy scanning his folders whilst I shoved my arms sideward and the ball pen fell down.
