The Marvelous Elijah's Return

Where is Peach?

The lobby of Investistic Co. was a bit noisy, and yet it had a calm atmosphere, but all that immediately

changed as tension and silence took over the moment the front doors opened and Elijah stepped inside

with Dice, Ryan, and Rookie by his side.

Every employee in the lobby instantly snapped to attention when they saw him, and their faces twisted

into various looks of fear, anger, confusion, and annoyance.

The quiet only lasted for a couple of seconds, and then the whispering began as the stares continued.

“Is he just a reckless man, or a stupid one because after what he did to Elmer... if I was him, I would

have been out of the country by now and in hiding.” One of the female employees muttered under her

breath.

“Honestly, I feel embarrassed for him. With all the rumors about his first marriage and how the public

saw him then, you think he would have learned his lesson, but he has become even more –” The guy

by her whispered, pausing in fear when Elijah‘s eyes and his unintentionally locked.

He was no stranger to what Elijah did yesterday and remembering what happened to Elmer, he cleared

his throat in panic, and waited silently until Elijah looked the other way.

“He has become even more pathetic and disgusting than I expected. The fact that he‘s using another

granddaughter of the Hayes... and this time manipulating her so he can go after the family wealth is just

sickening.” The guy finally completed his statement making a face at the sight of Elijah walking past

them with his men.

“Seriously, and I am glad that the Hayeses are taking action, and with what they just offered, I know

who I am siding with...” The woman said, looking around quickly to make sure that Elijah was far

ahead.

“Me too. I am taking their offer and leaving here... After all, this place is dying, and if Elmer Hayes could

not breathe life into it after all this time, what can a lowlife scum like him do?” Another employee weighs

in on their conversation with a scoff. “He‘s just going to take what he can get, and leave the company

dead.”

The whispering immediately stopped when the elevator dinged and its doors opened, making everyone

look over to the right to see Dean and Josh stepping out and then at Elijah halting in his tracks with

Rookie, Ryan, and Dice right by his side.

The sense of fear and anticipation suddenly increased tenfold as every employee in the lobby watched

both sides silently.

“Where is Peach?” Dean asked, taking a couple of steps until he was face to face with Elijah in an

uncomfortable proximity.

“What are you two doing here?” Elijah replied, keeping his composure with ease despite the tense

situation.

“That‘s not the answer to my damn question, and”

“Where my wife is or isn‘t is none of your business, Dean.”

The way Dean‘s brows snapped together and his jaw tensed made the rage he felt displayed on his

face, along with a little embarrassment, obvious.

Then he took one more step closer to Elijah, leaning toward his ear, and whispered, “You are not a cat

with nine lives, boy, and I pity your sorry–ass that you chose to waste this one by testing our family like

a madman with no brain cells.”

A scowl settled on Ryan and Rookie‘s faces, and Dice had a death stare in his eyes as he eyed Dean,

but

the three stood their ground, waiting for their boss‘s order.

“Is that all?” Elijah asked, his tone carefree and his eyes showing no emotion.

As a mixture of confusion and anger messed with his emotions, Dean blurted out without thinking,”

What?”

“You can leave now if that‘s all. I have better things to do, then standing here and staring at your face.

After all, it‘s not fascinating to look at.” Elijah calmly uttered with an unamused expression.

With great force, rage swept through Dean and he immediately acted on it, collaring Elijah by his coat

and pulling him close.

“Listen to me, you piece of shit!” Dean spat in his face. “You–”

But before Dice, Ryan, or Rookie could step in, Elijah didn‘t let him finish as he grabbed Dean by his

wrists, yanked his grips off his clothes, and quickly twirled him around, locking his arms behind his

back.

“Get your dirty hands off, my father, you bastard!!” Josh shouted advancing towards Elijah in a fit of

rage.

“With pleasure,” Elijah let out, pushing Dean from the back.

Immediately, Dean fell forward, slamming into Josh, and both men were sent tumbling to the ground,

Dean lying over his son, who was struggling to push his father off him.

For a moment, Elijah watched them, a smirk etched on his lips as Josh shoved his father away from

him and jumped up, shouting, “You are a dead man, Elijah. I will–”

The rest of his words got stuck in his throat as fear made his body shut down the moment Dice slightly

raised his t–shirt and he saw the gun stuck in his trouser waist.

“Like I said. I have a lot to do here, so pick your father off the floor and get out of this building. Is my

word clear?” Elijah asked with one raised brow.

His lips parted slightly as a smug reply

formulated itself on his mind, but instead, Josh simply stood there like a deer in headlights and nodded

frantically in response.

“Good,” Elijah said, his tone flat but with a hint of amusement in his voice, causing anger to eat at

Josh‘s heart, but he didn‘t dare move or speak as the tension from Dice‘s stare got to him.

Then he glanced at Dean, who had finally managed to get him standing again and slowly back away

two feet.

“I don‘t feel like repeating myself.” Elijah warned, and Dean gulped, his eyes glued to Dice.

Gazing at Elijah and his men‘s backs and looking at the expression of horror on Josh and Dean‘s

faces, a sense of confusion spread across the faces of the employees because they couldn‘t see or tell

why Dean and his son looked so horrified and the whispering intensified.

“Let‘s go, son... After all, there‘s nothing left here for us or to do.” Dean muttered as he nervously hit

him on the arm to snap him out of his trance.

Shortly, Josh turned his head to meet the stress in his father‘s eyes, and then he nodded before the

two walked past Elijah and his men and left the building, the sound of footsteps fading away.

The silence in the lobby remained, and Elijah closed his eyes, drawing a deep breath as he slowly

shook his head trying to get rid of the tension that surrounded him.

When he slowly raised his eyelids, he darted his gaze around the lobby, and then rested his sight on a

young employee, her expression humble at the sight of him.

Pointing his finger to her, Elijah met her eyes and said, “Can you do something for me?”

Without hesitation, she walked up to him and nodded, asking softly, “What do you want of me?”

“Tell everyone in this building to come to the lobby, except the board of directors. We are about to have

a company meeting right here.” Elijah announced for the others to hear.

The was a slight look of reluctance on

her face, but still she nodded her head and went off.

Taking a deep breath, Elijah tried to relax himself as much as possible. He knew that it wasn‘t likely for

him to ever be completely calm with all the mess happening, but he shoved his hands into his coat

pocket, walked over to an empty seat, and sat down.

A black Range Rover slowed down until it came to a stop at a shabby–looking building, and Madam

Jewel took off her dark shade, looking out of the car to stare at the run–down neighborhood before

fanning her nose with her hand with a look of disgust washed over her face.

Suddenly, her car door opened and her bodyguard, Kent, extended his hand out to her, saying, “Let me

help you, ma‘am.”

With a frown, she grabbed his hand, and as soon as she stepped out of the car, her face etched in

disgust as she mumbled beneath her breath, “Let‘s hurry up and leave this filthy place.”

A couple of thugs were standing outside the building, their backs resting on the wall with cigarettes

between their fingers, their clothes ragged, and their eyes focused on the vehicle parked in front of

them.

As her three bodyguards escorted her towards the building, her face only became more revolted when

they approached the entrance.

“I am looking for the one called Scorpio.” Madam Jewel asked the first thug she saw, causing him to

turn his attention towards them, holding his cigarette between his lips. “Do you know him?”

Puffing out the smoke, he dragged his gaze from her head to her shoes and asked, “Yes, who wants to

know?”

“I got a job for him.” Madam Jewel answered, not masking her displeasure of his mere sight. “And I am

willing to pay the price to get it done.”