He scanned through the papers in the file at hand as he walked steadily along the wholly white painted corridor. At the furthest end was his office. His motion was vaibrant and full off leadership. He had a masculine body and a bit tall according to normal height. His face was handsomely curved with wholly sharp edges. Generally he was good looking.
"So what do you think?" A course voice came. His medium sized brown eyes turned to the guy.
"I want us to do the màth. Ensure by the end of the month..."
"By the time you go back to school," he stated cutting the boys speech once he noticed he looked down with an apologetic face.
"Damn this this boy is younger why should I respect him as if he was an elder?" The question swarm through him yet in the end he stated it,
"Sorry." The boys eyes on him became more fierce.
"I guess you can finish the statement." He stated sarcastically as he pushed the files into his hands annoyed and increased his pace.
"Sir?!" The guy called as he ran after him. He opened the door to his office and walked in. The office had similar white appearance with a little touch of Gold to symbolize wealth. The room was divided openly into two with a bathroom at a different area. On one part was wholly an office with books on several shelves on the one wall. Opposite to he door wall was a glass wall and beyond it was a plant covered balcony. On the other part of the room was a medium sized fridge and three white sofasets with a glass table at the center. His desk only had a computer and few files.
"Daddy suggested you should write your will." He stated after swallowing hard, his breaths as obvious interrupted. He always feared the younger guy as known his anger had deep levels.
"Im only seventeen do you guys wish for my death that soon?" He asked. The guy bowed his head yet again. It was as if being scolded by his dad.
"That is incase I won't be there if danger is upon you." He stated hurriedly.
"Well that is why he is there to protect me." He responded pointing at his great grandfather's painting at the end of his office table.
"Sir what if you give it to the orphanage your dad opened?" He stated still at the odds. His master always had a hard but to crack whenever it comes to this boy.
"Great-grandfather." He stated to clarify it as he walked to his seat.
"Yes him. What was it called again..."
"St Michaels home."
"Your name sir." He responded brightened up as he stood before him at the table a smile on his face.
"I'll think of it." He responded as he picked a dice on the desk. He turned it before placing it on his pencil cup.
"Wait did you say Michael's orphanage?" The guy asked.
"Yes why ?" He asked looking up at him. The guys face grimaced.
"How could I forget!? I was supposed to receive them!" He stated placing the file on the desk and running out.
"Sir Dylan is alone come look after him." A voice could be heard as the guy flew out.
"Michael, Madrigal, Dylan." He stated his name as he turned on his computer.
"Do you think of donating my property to the orphanage?" The picture piece stated. As the old man blinked his eyes.
"Your property? You are dead." He stated as he turned to the portrait.
"Atleast notify the once upon a time owner." The image spoke in a lower tone as if to surrender.
"I don't know. So here..." He tried avoiding the topic. At the moment his emotions were uncontrolled.
"You want to go back to talking on business?"
"With all audo I'm not dying any minute soon. So can we discuss what will happen by the end of this month?"
"Before you go to school." The guy stated. Dylan looked at him yet again already tired of the discussion. The word 'fuck' rung in his ears but that would be too disrespectful.
"I didn't decline. I'm a kid, a student so can we get back to this?" He asked as he looked at the white sheets he held. Already hopeless.Too bad the guy was just a picture. Maybe his fists would have landed on him long ago and his anger would have decreased.
He stared out of the window then back to the picture at hand. A pillow had separated him from his close neighbor. Tiw.
"Hey what's in your head?" Tiw asked. Tay who was beside him was already asleep. The three became friends as they were found about the same time.
"I hugged him." He stated then was silent.
"Who?"
"Dad."
"Was his spirit black?"
"The hell! No why think so?"
"You look so down."
"I can't handle a black spirit."
"So he was... Green like Kevin?"
"No. Stop guessing."
"Tell us then." Tay stated as he opened his sleepy eyes.
"His spirit is grey."
",That's good he's a normal human." A voice came from Nick who was before them. He never believed in such stuff but whenever there is need he commented.
"That is what worries me. If he is normal how could he have protected us?" He asked as the whole bus became silent.
The surrounding became darker. Tiw hugged his left hand as Venice tried shrugging him off. The weight increased. He could feel their spirits fill in with fear. He turned to see. Tay also leaned on them.
"It's just a forest god damn it."
"Just a forest?" Tiw asked as a loud howling sound came. They begun shivering as the two held Venice tighter. He looked out of the window. The more they were driven the darker it became. Venice was calm.
"Or they are going to give us up as sacrifice?" Tay asked as Tiw panicked more.
"If Daddy William wanted to kill us why not poison the food we eat daily." Venice stated. He always liked going on with logic not nonsensical tales as he already had enough in his nightmares and the people's spirits. Then light came as a huge black metallic gate was before them. The two gradually let go of him. As Venice shook his head in disbelief. His body felt normal.
"Have they arrived?" A voice came from behind him.
"Young master." He stated and bowed abit.
"Why is he here?" He whispered as he looked up and begun scratching the back of his head.
"Answer the question."
" No but their driver said they are at the outer most gate."
"Carry the portrait let's go to the rooftop." The guy stated as he pocketed in the suit he had worn.
"Damn this guy travels as a ghost." He said to himself.
"Mick hurry up!!" Dylan stated as he walked on.
Once at the rooftop a black van stopped infront of the house. Mick picked his walkie talkie and contacted the driver.
"Let's do this in a procedural manner." He then turned the sheets at hand.
"Sir in what way are you going to have them come off?" Mick asked. Dylan. Turned to the portrait.
"So who will you choose as secretary?" The portrait asked.
"You choose. I'm not into the introduction part, you forced me here remember." Dylan responded. Mick looked at him.
"Sir are to talking to me?"
"Him. Idiot." He responded turning to him then the portrait. No one ever believed on the old man's existence except for him.