The Marvelous Elijah's Return

You will do as I command

The glass door pushed open, and Elijah walked into the restaurant along with Matt, his hands stuck in his pockets as he advanced toward the front desk. 

Like a celebrity with bad publicity, he immediately grabbed the attention of the famous faces in the restaurant, giving him many stares, which he ignored. “Hey, I’m here to meet Clyde Fangio,” Elijah told the lady sitting behind the desk as he looked down at her, a blank and uninterested look plastered on his face. Looking up to meet his eyes, she gave a small smile, and mumbled, “Right, Elijah-” “Darius,” Elijah answered simply. 

Her gaze darted nervously from Elijah to Matt and back to Elijah, mumbling, “Okay, the second floor, room three.” 

Nodding slightly, Elijah pulled away from the counter with Matt right behind him, ignoring the conversation between the two receptionists. “He really is good-looking… Sadly, he is that way…” The lady with the long brown hair commented. “Yeah… It’s disturbing that he is still showing his face around here, carrying himself as if he doesn’t have such a reputation.” The other receptionist added. 

Frowning, Matt stared at his boss’s back, wondering what was going through his mind as they walked further away from the conversation of the two ladies behind him. A moment later, Elijah stood at a door with Matt, staring at the number three printed on it, his eyes narrowing slightly. Feeling reluctant, Elijah raised his hand to knock, but Matt grabbed his wrist, and whispered,” Let me do it,” 

Without arguing, Elijah dropped his hand from the door and nodded as he glanced sideways at Matt, stepping back Quietly, Matt approached the door and knocked, listening for sounds inside, and then he heard Clyde’s voice, “Enter!” 

After looking back at his boss for a moment, Matt sighed and then grabbed the door’s handle, turning it as he gently nudged it open, slipping inside the room, getting a frown from the old man. 

“Who the heck are you?!” Mr. Fangio asked sternly, his eyebrows furrowed together angrily. “He’s with me,” Elijah casually uttered as he stepped in after Matt, shutting the door. “Ahh… Elijah. It’s good that you agree to my request.” Mr. Fangio murmured with a grin.” Please sit, you and your…” “He’s a friend…” Elijah uttered, pulling a chair forward and sitting down across from Mr. Fangio, crossing his legs over the other. 

“I ser that you don’t trust me that much for a one-on-one meeting.” 

“I don’t trust you in total.” 

A tense silence filled the air and neither Elijah nor Mr. Fangio was willing to break it first. But finally, Mr. Fangio spoke up, “Would you like to order anything?” 

waiter in the room with them, Elijah hesitated, and then

on me, so make sure to ask for whatever you guys want, alright?” Not answering, Matt stared at Elijah with an unsure expression, and then picked up the menu. A moment later, their tables were filled with food and drinks,

chest. “Everyone of my men is in the hospital, and you are the reason they are there… ” Mr. Fangio replied, keeping his gaze on

was, ‘why am I here,’ and I don’t see your statement as an answer,”

looked confused, and then he let out a quiet

listen to me.” Mr. Fangio said, lowering his voice slightly. “After what happened to my men, I should be trying to end you, but I am not going to because I am an open-minded me.” “Thank… you?” Elijah uttered, his words dripping with

“I want you to work for me, Elijah… I am willing to hire you, and also, I want to meet the leader of the…” Mr. Fangio paused, glancing at Matt briefly before continuing, “the

Clyde’s arrogance, Matt stared at Elijah and then

six fresh eggs, cream, chives, and lobster sauce, served over a

on the table, watching Mr. Fangio closely, waiting for his response. “What’s your price?” “I know how awful your status has been in this country and how people treat you, and I want to change things…” Mr. Fangio stated firmly, his deep dark eyes boring into Elijah’s. “If you carry the title of my man, that will immediately change people’s mindset about you and give you

yawn all of sudden, Mr. Fangio felt a sense of rage, but he masked it quickly by clearing his throat and saying, “Once you convince your boss and the other

you to live in one of my headquarters.” “One billion dollars,” Elijah mumbled, reaching for his glass of wine and taking a sip. “What did you say?” Mr. Fangio muttered angrily, struggling to conceal the fury building within him. “I didn’t hear you.” Huffing, Elijah set the glass down and stared straight at Mr. Fangio, his face stoic as he mumbled, “A billion dollars to have me think about siding with you…” A spark of anger and frustration flickered across Mr. Fangios’ face as he slammed his hands on the table in a fit of anger, glaring at Elijah, lashing

didn’t get a rise out of Elijah and he suddenly burst into laughter, looking up to stare at the ceiling while he continued to laugh

his eyes. “You’re just some nobody with a bad reputation who

And that made Matt realize his boss was just messing with Mr. Fangio, and he couldn’t stop himself from laughing softly under his breath as he shook his

boss is worth a couple of billions of dollars and since you can’t even afford a billion, I don’t want to waste my boss’s time with you.” Elijah

explode from anger, Mr. Fangio stood up abruptly from the table and glared at Elijah, “You will do as I command, or I will find someone else that will!” “Feel free to explore your options, but you will just be walking in a circle,” Elijah said with a blank expression, picking up his wine glass. “You.” Mr. Fanglo shouted, looking out of breath from rage and frustration as the color drained from

focused back on the wine glass in front of him, drinking it slowly without

second, Mr Faupio closed his eyes for a