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CLXIII. The Remaining Power (Part 1)
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Look At Me, Oneil CLXIII. Losing Power to Take Over (Part 2)
Grant was at the end of the hallway when Niana tried to flee from a possible confrontation. She almost shrieked upon seeing his dark appearance. He is donned with black suit and the only light gleaming from him was the glint from his glasses. He is holding his cane not as a dear help to his stance but a mere reiteration of his authority. He walked towards her and his eyes didn’t fail to look directly at Niana.“Why are you seem so startled Niana?” Grant asked. His cane only makes a subtle sound against the carpeted hall. But even at that, anyone could know that their heartbeat is as strong as that. “And where are you heading?”“I’m just going back to my room,” she answered while decreasing the pace of her steps. “I’m just surprised that there is another person standing there.” She took the sideway while looking down. It has always been inevitable for Grant to make his simple question a series of mixed good wonders and suspicions. Before every little question would become a fuel to gri
Look At Me, Oneil CLXIV. The Courtyard Dinner Scene
So they were in the courtyard, east of the manor. Unlike the promising rote outcome of a formal dinner, there was a synergy of the former’s designs and the tones of a friendly setting. There were flowers to set good colors. Baby’s-breath to join the spring dance with dahlia bulbs and roses. Crocuses and heathers to reveal the designer’s wit, and lily of the valleys to allude the ever meaningful ensemble of forget-me-nots along the center of the lengthwise oakwood table. The warmth from the dinner setting invited most of the Mercator to sit with their visiting scion. The string of light bulbs oscillate their entrance and kiss greetings to Latifa and Oneil.Niana was hesitant to come out. But if she would hide a little longer, all the eyes of the Mercators will be upon her. She marched out of the arcade as if finally breaking away from the edge of her fortress. She dreaded their attention. But when all their eyes were just on Oneil, talking delightedly with him and on how he seats peac
Look At Me, Oneil CLXV. Meeting The Rage Halfway
Here it is. The information is spilled. What is left for Niana to do is to interfere with the transaction or at least acquire the copy once it is moved to Grant’s office. But she felt more hindered than ever before in a way how the Mercators are interested for Essi to keep coming back and forth in the manor. She gets more exposed than intended because she is the only one obvious and less vocal on her acceptance to Essi.While silently passing by the hall, she saw her aunt Latifa talking with her uncle Paulo. It is all about Essi again.“So you always knew then that it wouldn’t regret giving the jewel of promise to Essi?” Latifa asked.“I was confident about Oneil’s affection for her. It was pure and real. I should at least not fail him even at that,” Paulo uttered.Latifa sighed to the ever more remorse she felt for having a hard heart against Essi. Paulo hugged to comfort her.“Now I see why Oneil has loved her. I know it is not just easy to get away about what I have done. But looki
Look At Me, Oneil CLXVI. Crowded Alibis
The day of confrontation has come. The odd calmness of the wind didn’t bring anything else to Niana but a tensed position within an unknown surrounding. She is caught in the camera, intruding Latifa’s country house in Normandy. The system has caught her voice at the betrayal of what she has been mainly up to after all this time. Grant repeated his question but with a casual voice. That manner itself is already problematic. Just the sight of Grant enduring his enduring meant a lot of what is brewing deeply inside his soul as he stares upon his secretive grandniece.“It must be fabricated,” she stammered through her excuses. “How is that even possible?” Niana is caught losing the chance to make sense of this impossible reason. She sounded irrational more than ever. But she failed to notice that. She agreed to what her mind made up. “That cannot be grandpa. You see the details of the video. Someone must have acted just like me.”“Really?” Niana must have noticed it. But Grant worded tha
Look At Me, Oneil CLXVII. In Search
Oneil was sure that it was Marika’s phone. Because it has always been with her and without special occasion, she would take a lot of picture with Oneil using it. When Oneil has been living as Riley a week after waking up in the house of the Sanchezes, he had treasured that phone within that time too. So to find out that Marika deliberately trashing it out for the new model, he was disheartened. But to find it out still operating and well, he had a surge in his heart to get it, in the hopes to pick the pieces of answers to the unfathomable nostalgia in him.“That is just a phone. Why are you all interested in it?” Niana snapped but it was not too strong to prevent Grant from his next order.“Leave that phone here if it is not yours,” Grant said.Niana grunted but she couldn’t do anything else. The other Mercators warned her that it is her only remaining way to depart peacefully from the manor. Niana left the phone on her table drag her belongings, including herself away from the sight
Look At Me, Oneil CLXVIII. Traces of Suspicion
Oneil knew that he doesn’t deserve the appreciation made by Essi’s dad to him. Of all the things that Oneil let Essi down, in the times that he had been complacent and when his eyes roamed around comfortably for other things that he understood to get busy about, how dare him to get comforted by praise? He pleaded for forgiveness to Matteo on doing so little. He failed on realizing that the painful tug in his heart as he waited for Essi to send him a message was rather Essi’s call raving through the connections of their souls. He should have hasted more. He should have made sure that she is safe.Matteo remained magnanimous. He urged Oneil to take his seat since he kept his knees on the floor.“I understand how you feel now. Let us sit down for a while,” Matteo said while helping him up. “I really meant what I said, Oneil. Thank you for helping Essi.”“This is just a little among the things I could do,” Oneil uttered. He revealed to Matteo that there was something suspicious inside the
Look At Me, Oneil CLXIX. Dropping A Trap
Geovensia could hardly believe that Rain have done something horrible to her best friend. She was the last one to find out what happened. If Gwyneth didn’t tell her about it, she would be kept in the dark. Victor must be busy until now that he was not even able to drop a few messages to Geovensia. Gwyneth told her that they were trying to trace Essi’s phone since it would determine Rain’s location. But they must be having a hard time doing that.While she was silently being toiled by her worries inside her shop, she wanted to take the best way to help Essi’s family. As Essi’s friend, she knew how important that phone is. At the outset, there were every little special things in Essi’s phone that couldn’t be replaced by just a new one or by the promise of syncing. She had private messages there with Mansha. Her contact list with many investors and business owners are also there. But Geovensia could affirm that Essi needed the device itself no matter how available were her backups with i
Look At Me, Oneil CLXX. A Warning
Victor assured to Oneil that he would return to personally talk about the new matters concerning Essi’s case. When he turned around, he noticed how Geovensia and Rain are having a serious conversation. “Is there something wrong?” Geovensia wanted to know what else must be going on inside Rain’s mind. The man sighed before her. “I’m afraid that you probably do not know what happened to Ma’am Essi,” Rain said. “And I feel sorry that I was late on helping her.” “What happened to her?” It may seem obvious in Geovensia that she already knew what happened. But she couldn’t help but stammer through her words. Rain paused. He went to the corner of the storage room to sincerely tell her what happened. “Would you believe me?” “Why are you asking me like that? You were not spilling what happened yet,” Geovensia pulled all the friendliness she could to know his side too. With slow steps, she went right next to him. “”I’m afraid that I might be blamed about what happened to Essi,“ Rain said.
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