Time Ghost

Chapter 36

Again.

Now, I can’t comprehend much against the cue. My soul is transferred for another page of life. I remember, Lilia ambushed me across the windowpane and caught me off-guard. A lightning strike kept an eye on me to usurp the bad day I was receiving. It was painless and packing no punch in its blast.

This time around, a thunder occurs after two days. My first encounter with lightning strike events in Dona appeared after five. It is somewhat gone smaller and much quicker in terms of time, and I can digest none of why it was happening in the first place.

I have one theory, though.

Overbearing improvements or new issue that evolves around the life of my vessel will direct me to another one. I sense revelations in her lips, back then. Lilia wanted to muster a word of confession towards Chuck Carlsen and putting down a remorse. She relished a reconcile than for separation over her spouse.

Interestingly enough, the old man is a true Chuck Carlsen this time around. He would definitely have no gist over intelligence I have gathered earlier. Those video records will be stashed forever in his virtual memories, being left out to rot inside as nobody have interest with it anymore.

By the way, I have no clue. Where am I transported into after that?

Research adjourned. Time to impersonate whoever person I am entering.

He was sleeping on the couch. Pristine white and goes sparkling like a crystal, the leather was covered in mulberry silk combined with sturdy but comfortable armrest across the edge. Twenty-one carats diamonds embroidered the tip and numerous sides of the sofa for aesthetic functions.

Rather than putting hardships on the crust of the couch, The young man rests on a brown pillow from the king-size bed of his room. Gatara Dirtha has applied vicuna wool into the fabric for the pair of them, a limited-edition one amongst mulberry silk pillows on the bed. Shorn in every two to three years, one should pay around 3500 dollars for purchase of one-meter worth.

It describes over 7000 dollars to pay for a finely-built product at the store.

CEO of Drolyfe, Inc.

I am back, baby! It’s the most pleasurable engagement I have ever been.

Two black-glasses security agents were standing idle at the door-side. James Watson has never called them inside, ever, but their protocol suggested to enter proximity of their client at exactly seven in the morning. A multi-billionaire has roughly spent hours to travel across various borders of a country. A well-known public figure would be having a day devoted to roam around the world. Thus, it is quite dangerous to leave a hotel without sufficient protection against menacing threats, so the man hired them for preserving superior defensive quality in everyday matters.

Indeed, high-level security is at outstanding level in developed countries’ jurisdictions, but never for the developing and the least-developed ones on the list. There are periods when an important personality stumbled upon invisible menace. In these peculiar circumstances, his personal security guards will give absolute protection against forthcoming bad guys around.

“Good morning, boss.” One of them approached him up and bowed down slightly afterwards. It is the same wrinkles upon the forehead with a guy who was handing him the clam-shaped phone at the first encounter of Damien’s entrance. There is a star-shaped tattoo under the neck, a crescent disc tattoo adjacent to his right eye, and a fireball on the left forearm for essence of intimidation before the true action began.

” We will depart to Naulus at 08.00. We shall prepare for the trip soon.” He said, then pointing to the lobby area subsequently,” Samuel has been waiting for you outside. Your bag is in the luggage, ready with everything you requested a day earlier.”

“I’m on it. Thanks for the reminder.”

The young man retrieves the white-frame glasses upon the bed-side table. To perceive his surroundings in better cohesion and for means of simplicity on the job, James Watson required them more than the contact lenses inside the box. It is practical to use whenever professional duty pressured himself of working expeditious matters at hand.

I can assure that this man is the leader of bodyguards in James Watson’s house. He will walk forward on every occasion of myself needing help, then supporting to resolve any security issues James Watson ever needed.

If someone annoying attempted to take a photo with me without permission, my man right there will smash their phones and paid them in advance to buy another. James Watson has provided them with extra budget for something like this. Unlimited in terms of cash available, actually, so that nobody could snap him a picture without asking for it in advance.

Or else, he was never a leader to begin with. It’s just him struggling to approach me close for a privilege in the future. I am a wealthy personality that employs them out daily. It is nothing but a political vantage point to consider of the man, I think.

~kriek~

“Ready to go, sir? I am.”

Samuel puts a nod by pitting the small hat down a little. He was wearing the tulip-adorned uniform for today’s travel, like his usual attire in day-to-day basis work. Cobra-leather fanny pack on the chest, added with several Swarovski crystal on each corner of the bag and a portion of gold-woven threads at the front.