*Charismatic Shoemaker Llyod*
“Why are you holding the knife?” Benton asked, troubled.
Old Charles stepped closer in the small elevator. Benton's heart pounded. He wanted to scream, but no one else was around. It was just the two of them, trapped between floors. Benton's breath hitched as he stared at the sharp blade, unsure of Old Charles’ intentions.
Then, slowly, Charles reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a small polythene bag. “Lady Lisa is a cautious woman,” he said calmly. “She asked me to collect a DNA sample from you.”
With one swift motion, Charles used the blade to slice off a few strands of Benton's hair.
Benton exhaled in relief, shoulders slumping. For a second, he thought Charles was going to kill him and dump his body.
After all the sudden return of the lost
