The old chauffeur from the next car in line behind the Bentley had the same thought circling around his head. He didn't dare to honk the car horn like an impatient brute wanting to scald the name of the powerful general. He remained lenient in his seat, his fingers fidgeting against the steering wheel nervously as the muffled voices outside continuously rang to his ears.
He lifts his chin and glance at the rear-view mirror. His keen eyes pierce through the small sliding window, wide enough for a head to peek through as it was the only transparent surface separating the front row from the wide backseat. The LED lights attached to the sides glowed, brightening the area, but the soft touch didn’t reach the farthest seat where he focused his eyes at. It was glum and too quiet. No one could tell if there was really a person breathing behind him.
A lady is spotted lounging comfortably in the corner of the backseat with her usual glamorous and placid mystique.
Taking a peek of her face was hardly possible with the humidifier emitting mist in the air and her bangs covering her heart shape face between the locks of her neck-length hair.
Slowly the woman lifts her head, her fiery eyes finally shot up to survey her surroundings outside the window. She was too engrossed at the document in her hands she didn’t notice they have arrived. Her brow arches seeing they were far from the entrance, causing her head to snap towards her chauffeur, who met her gaze briefly before he looks away immediately, flustered.
The woman was no other than the enigmatic daughter of the present general, the precious belle of the Solomon household. The chauffeur gulps. He doesn’t know if it’s a good or a bad thing the young lady’s attention was drawn away from the document.
"The car stopped," her voice lacked warmth and emotion.
The chauffeur shuddered, holding his glasses in place as he memorized the plate number of the Bentley ahead of them, “Ah yes, there’s a car ahead milady,” he’ll be lying if he wouldn’t admit he finds the lady intimidating. He couldn’t read her thoughts with her deadpan expression and emotionless eyes.
"Ms. Ivee, I believe there's an important guest they're welcoming," her youngest butler, Marvin, responded and laid out her buzzing phone in his hands when it rung inside her bag.
"I see,” Ivee, the so called unica iha of General Solomon spoke calmly. Concealed from her butler and chauffeur seated beside and before her was her growing temper. Never had she thought such place was making her wait when the name of her father alone could waver the hearts of an entire country. She knew the staffs weren’t blind to not recognize the customized logo in front of the hood of the limousine.
Every civilian who had the privilege to lay their eyes on the three stars logo on their vehicles will choose to hide and run away with 'fear' imprinted inside their heads, but today they’re daring enough to ignore that. Despite the growing annoyance she still manages to display an impassive image, her face screaming with disinterest under the sight of her people accompanying her for an important day.
Today was the showing of a well-known biographical film directed by a famous director from the south and her older brother, the eldest among the other two older male siblings she has is an unprofessional actor with zero experience in the entertainment circle. He was fortunately chosen to portray the role of the male lead which she persuaded him to accept.
Ivee wants to know how bad the movie gets so she could laugh her worries away, despite knowing some of the film's brutality was captured live on scene.
“Milady, your phone call,” the butler drops his head for respect.
The composed young woman had no choice but to pick up the phone call, seeing the persistent caller was her mother.
Ten minutes later, at last Hillary had successfully woken up the sleeping kitten in her arms. She made sure he looked presentable by sparing another few minutes of grooming him. She gently wiped his entire face with wet wipes, fixed his hair by brushing through his thick and healthy strands with her fingers, and lastly softening his knitted brows before she knocks on the car window, signaling her chauffeur.
She doesn’t want to wake him from his nap, but she knows he’d rather enjoy the cinema than staying in the mansion.
Kieran familiarizes the details of the place where the Bentley had long stopped and once the sun went through the slightest opening of the door, he pushed it open impatiently, startling his mother’s chauffeur. He doesn’t want her to spare efforts at such thing. He got off from his mother's lap, stepping out of the car. He stood by the thick carpet, hands on both sides, and his eyes were now studying the movements of his surroundings.
With his sudden presence, the audience held their breaths. They were not expecting such fine child would step out from the car.
Kieran gave his mother’s chauffeur a stern nod beside him as he turns his back against the crowd. He humbly offers his palm towards his mother with his other hand holding the door open. He held her hand with care, trying his best to assist her out of the door.
The crowd was left in awe and their transfixed gazes divert towards the lady stepping out after the child, her simple movements of getting off the car carried natural elegance. A warm smile was plastered on her face that captured the hearts of the audience. How can such person emit elegance by just stepping out of the car?
"I’m sorry for the inconvenience," Hillary apologizes towards the staffs and bowed her head sligthly to the car next to them.
She was well aware of the limousine's logo as she has been glancing towards it from the rear-view mirror inside the Bentley while waking up her stubborn little devil. She didn't know the general would visit such place or perhaps it's his wife who's inside the car?
"Mother," Kieran called out, earning her entire attention.
She arches her brow, hearing he sounded displeased and his forehead was creased again in disagreement, "What is it? Are you still sleepy?" She heavily sighs. If he really was sleepy, they could just head back towards the mansion instead.
He shook his head, "Mother, you shouldn't apologize. It's their job to wait. We didn't do something that would make them apprehend us," Kieran reach for his mother’s hand, looking up at the staffs bleakly. What are they still doing here?
Hillary squeeze his hand lightly, warning him that his attitude was out of place. He’s acting up again.
The crowd flinches at his antiseptic arrogance and the brittle coldness in his bright green eyes. The staffs blinked by hearing the young boy’s deadpanned voice. They were too agitated for a moment to have admired how fetching his eyes were.
Indeed it was their job to wait, not that they complain about it though. Their eyes peek at the woman before them . . . it was worth the wait.
“Tell her it is,” Kieran grits his teeth.
His voice really lacks affection, it’s almost too alarming to believe such child holds a significant authority he instinctively produces among the people near him.
“Of course, it’s our job to wait, ma’am,” they immediately agreed. The child’s absolutely manipulative.
They thought that the color of his eyes was somewhat familiar. Suddenly a chill ran down their spine, leaving them surprised and baffled.
What?
They all held their breaths at the silence around them with the busy highway buzzing through the background. Rest assured this is their first encounter with the child as well as their first time to ever lay their eyes at such charming child, but one more blinding curiosity brought their lips to thin.
What’s a child doing here in the cinema theatre when there are no R-13 movies featured the next four weeks?
"Move," his eerie voice invoked dark nightmares towards the staffs who hesitated to move a muscle, gladly their manager had quickly appeared to their rescue as their knees almost gave out and betrayed them.
What was the ruckus all about? Apart from the manager who knew the situation better, a few people who witnessed the scene had the same question inside their heads, but still at lost in bewilderment at the child's fine mix of features. They were too fascinated with the perfect mother and son picture lay before them that they had no idea their sudden pause caused the other people who also arrived just now to wait with them.
The long arrays of cars next in line to the general's limousine had dared honk their car horns, causing the manager to pale at such distressing situation. This is a mess! She had expected everything will sail smoothly, especially when they have important guests to welcome in today’s schedule.
Unbeknownst the media staffs who went undercover to disguise themselves in the crowd in order to interview and get juicy compliments from the celebrities coming to see the film focused their eyes at the guests on the grand carpet. It’s been years since the theatre laid out the thick red velvet carpet, but what’s disappointing was they couldn't distinguish the child or the woman's identity standing a few meters away from them.
Who are they? What's happening? When their prying eyes caught a glimpse of the general's car logo from afar, they paled. No, the media company where they had worked will go bankrupt once they had not taken the general's order by heart. No none-sense headlines related to his family or else he would bring hell to anyone who dared to ignore his words as he speaks. That was the death dealing words the general said in a public conference related to the recent scandal of his beloved daughter that brought every media company to be under red flag from the military.
Everyone knows how doting the general is towards his daughter. Without making it obvious they head back, blending expertly in the crowd as they escape the horrendous scene.
Hillary could only sigh at her son’s arrogance. Her eyes center at her mischievous boy, studying his vigilant movements beside her. She finds his arrogant behavior unacceptable. She knew no matter how she nags at him, she had still expected this to happen. What amused her more was that he really dared to scold her for apologizing.
Lee shakes his head in disapproval, warning the manager who had walked her way towards the heiress, but unfortunately she had not seen his warning stares. Lee's lips thinned as he study the young boy's solid reaction towards another stray stranger who had stood too close to the boy's liking.
"Scram!" He yelled just like a spoiled master he is and Lee knew better that the young boy's temper was very minimal, especially when he had already provided a command.
The young boy's eyes were lit with fire, burning through the manager's head as her welcoming smile fades. The same expression from the staffs goes to the manager, she was bewildered with confusion. She was hesitating to stay or leave because of the boy’s dreadful eyes . . . a gaze that could kill.
What was this young man so capable of? The public gossiped from the corner, still unable to recognize the child and the woman from any renowned family they could think of. Were they new? They haven't checked the latest headlines but they had this inkling theory that they were related to the company who had an anonymous leader who raised its fame and power to extent two years ago.
They must be! Who else from the big five companies was unknown in the society's eyes?
In spite of the fact the right key has yet to resolve the ill questions inside their heads, the audience couldn’t be more meddlesome in such special event. Some hurried over to the entrance while a few were glad to grasp the opportunity to familiarize the new and pristine faces laid out fresh in clear sight. Those genes are simply out of the world.The grand RV carpet was laid out for a woman and a child, it’s already a catchy headline to boast. Just whose property these two belong?The crowd was thrilled, their prying eyes glued at the child alone who outshined the rest of them in his simple white designed sweater. Their curiosity soared even higher. Call it future investment as it may sound. They have to know who this young boy is. He would make a good pair to one of their young daughters."Welcome to Crown cinema theatre of Yuro. We are deeply honored to be at your service," the manager smiled widely, brushing the fact that she almost stammered du
Embracing the hot breeze in summer, he pondered about how this type of weather could easily roast someone alive. With his hair swept backwards. Lee stood unfazed. Amidst his capacity of paying attention to his masters at the same moment he was listening attentively through his earpiece at the pointers given by his colleague stating to him the directions of every the fire exit, safe passage ways for escaping, and the stationed places where the rest of his kind are assigned. Diego, the head of the security team expertly organized the plan sheets along the blueprints of the theatre on his small black painted oak desk inside the customized backseat of the van. As his hands were busy with the files, his forehead creased seeing the repeated blinking of two green dots in the same position at his radar, “The subjects aren’t moving?” Hearing his brazen voice blasting in his earpiece, Lee had his eyes over the young boy, wondering when will they shelter themselves from
“What you did was offensive,” Kneeling in front of her child, eye to eye, she utters in a shrill, yet wavering voice. Her lips trembled restlessly as she’s engrossed with the worst scenarios inside her head.The area was rowdy with everyone’s chatters echoing from every corner and the full volume of various TV screens featuring movie trailers repeatedly buzz around the area, yet despite the noise, the hallway was succumb in deep silence and the noises from the lobby turned muffled and eerie as it bounces to the long and deep corridor.Just like the suppressed voices her sanity abolishes, "What were you thinking Kieran? Anywhere you look at it, it's improper to meddle when adults are talking,” her head was clouded with worry. Her child’s too young to have known that was the general's daughter they’re speaking to and that’s the point, he doesn’t know what type of person he has offended.She admits she didn't li
Due to his misbehavior numerous heads briefly turns towards their direction before resuming to their individual businesses. Kieran’s rejection cause her to sigh. There he goes again, it’s the same burdensome process, "Don't be stubborn, Kieran. You're sweating so you have to change clothes," Hillary conveys a clear justification to knock some sense to him. Unfortunately. . . "I don't want to mother." . . . He opposed. He really is as stubborn as a mule. "I don’t want you ill once your sweat dries out. Do you prefer changing in the restroom?” Is that it? Was he embarrassed? She was about to stand as planned, but her child continued to resist by shaking his head and slumping his body against hers once again. “I don’t want to argue with you, come on let’s go,” she pokes his side, yet he didn’t even budge. He lifts his chin and place it between the valley of her chest, "Then let’s not argue about it mother. I'm fine. I'
Taking one massive breath Lee turns to face the heiress, “I apologize for the wait. It’s a tradition between the ancestors to let every male member study and master fire arm weapons,” his right palm grips the back of his left hand as he stood straight, hands positioned in front of his crotch. He couldn’t look straight at her as her squinted eyes bore right through him. Was there even such thing? “What for?” How hysterical, it amuses her that how can this happen without getting her consent? She has all the rights to know what bullshit tradition he’s spouting. For crying out loud, the child’s barely three. Any sane parent knows it’s not necessary for children to learn weapons in his age and hopefully they’re not plotting something more bizarre than this. If you ask her would she want to expose her child to something as harmful as this? Definitely not! The chauffeur squeeze his eyes shut as he bows instead of answering her question, “I apologize. I’m not
Hillary walks out from the steel door held open by her chauffer. She was in a nostalgic state with red puffed eyes and runny nose. Her lips were plump from biting it unconsciously. The movie was tormenting and heartbreaking to watch to the point she was unable to keep her tears from falling after the unexpected plot twist appeared by the end of the film, but as she left the room. Her soul and heart stayed where she sat for nearly two hours straight after grieving and crying her heart out.Her chauffeur greets them, handling her a white handkerchief tucked from the breast pocket of his black suit, which she rejected by swaying her hand at him.She’s okay, there’s nothing to be worried of.She bites her lips, the more she denies it the more her chest tightens. It’s unavoidable to yearn for the touch of comfort she needs at this moment.She wasn’t expecting such tragic film would carve itself painfully in her memory. The eye-opening e
Hillary puts Kieran down and went to hug a close friend. Wow, it’s been months, “I thought you left.” She thought Marga flew to work at Xei city.“Look at you still slaying that motherly outfit,” Marga embrace her back, her perfect white teeth showing as Hillary’s graceful laugh pleasingly echoes to her ears. Oh, how she miss her, “I came back two months ago. Gosh, it’s been ages Amy!” Amy was short for Amelie.Hillary laughs at her dramatic friend, “And you’re still goofy as ever. I know you want to greet someone you’re very much looking forward to meet, no?” Hillary wiggles her brows towards her friend, who finally glance behind her shoulder.There were stars inside Marga’s eyes, “Can I?” The genuine excitement in her voice was clear as she beams at her.Hillary nods and she saw how her hazel eyes glimmers.“Oh I’d please to do so,” M
Kieran bob his head to the other side, curious, “Before I was born?” he didn’t know his mother was fond of another person other than him. Should he be pleased or upset upon hearing about it? Looks like his instinct would rather choose the latter. “Yes, Marga has been a good friend. We’ve been looking out for each other for five years now and meeting her was actually a funny story,” Hillary pause when she saw the eager look on his face. He lifts his chin more to see her as he continues to chew, nudging her to continue. His entire attention was fixed to her. Hillary resumes speaking, “I met Marga during my pregnancy with you,” the corners of her lips rose, “You may not know but mommy was a rebel back then too. I use to sneak out of the mansion as your grandparents wouldn’t provide nor satisfy my intense cravings with all the restrictions they left inside the mansion.” Her parents adore travelling around the globe, which she didn’t complain a word, in fa