Things about to change.

Mr. Elizur Leon arrived at Iron Gate. It was raining heavily, and the security personnel welcomed him with a salute. One officer rushed up to him with an umbrella as he stepped out of the limo, briefcase in hand. Another security guard took the briefcase from him.

"Good evening, sir," one of them greeted.

"Good evening. I received a message that Hakeem dropped by," Mr. Leon replied.

"He is presently at the guest house, sir," the guard informed him. Mr. Elizur turned and gazed at the guest house, which was only meters away from his residence. He smiled and walked toward his mansion. His two-year-old son, Collins, played with his toys in the sitting room.

"Good evening, Eli," Beatrice greeted him. That was the name she called him, while he called her little fairy. 

"Hi, little fiery," he said with a smile. She walked up to him and gave him a kiss, which he returned pulling her to himself tight.

"Daddy!" Collins exclaimed, raising his arms to give his father a hug. Elizur quickly pulled away from the kiss and caught his son in his arms, lifting him up for a big hug. Beatrice joined in the embrace.

***

It was as if time stopped when their eyes met. Manilla had shining brown eyes, and her eyebrows were perfectly shaped and curvy. Her long, beautiful eyelashes framed her face. In contrast, Hosea's eyes were brown too, but at that moment, he felt distracted. 

He let go of her, it was still raining and now heavier. "My name is Hosea; I can give you a ride where you live".Menalla stared at him—his face looked innocent, and his voice sounded like that of an angel. But why would someone suddenly want to offer help to an unknown girl? She knew he must be wealthy; he wore a suit that exuded elegance, drove an expensive car, and even his wristwatch appeared to be made of gold. People like him could do anything and often got away with it; she had seen it happen before. The law was always on such people.

"I am fine; I don't need your help," she smiled politely. "But thanks, my house is not very far from here." 

She began to walk away, leaving him standing in the rain, which continued to pour mercilessly. Just then, as Menalla was walking, a speeding truck skidded in her direction. It was as if Hosea foresaw the impending danger; he rushed toward her, yanked her toward the alley, and shielded her against the wall. They both fell to the ground, and she landed on top of him as the truck passed, hitting a pole. 

Her breath was warm, but she began to shake; she was cold. Hosea got up and lifted her, noticing how light she was, just then she Spock who are you.

"Like I said, I am Hosea," he replied, pulling out his business card but just then, she fainted, slumping against him.

Mr. He was in his...He was in his... eyes cashing the rooftop at the iron gate, calling his son but he was not picking up, "were could he be" Beatrice walked up to him, I see you still trying to call him he turned to her I donn't just know why he is not picking up his phone, I am kind of , he knew we were all having dinner together this evening," "well maybe he forget, you know I m sure he will be having a good time maybe out with his friends" Mr. Elizure smile "my son don't have friends, if I am to guess he probably lliftshis phone in the car while he is studying in a library" Beatrice lean to his side and rest her head on shoulder, well if you know he is fine why to worry your self he bends hisd head to her "you right, let just have dinner" both of them walk to the dinner table, their two years old son was already eating, he was like a little lamb tearing the skin of a furious lion, the seen was good to behold both them stood staring at him. And just then he was in, it was! "What a happy family you got here" She walked to Collins and offered his hand for a shake "I kid I am you big uncle" but little Collin just continued with his meal keeping his hand hung. Hakeem smiles and turns to me Elizure and Beatrice, you know he reminds me of Hosea, he turns to the children again what a remembrance.

After the meal Beatrice left with her son so Mr. Elizure and Hakeem could have a private talk, as she walked away carrying her son, Hakeem stear at her seductively his gaze fixed on her low part from her tiny waist "Aren't you done staring" Hakeem turn to him and respond " wha, man you got good eyes (smile) that girl is, i "She is completely... " He gestures with his hands, "from her chest down to... well, you know. 'Enough, Hakeem!' She cuts in, 'Stop beating around the bush and get straight to the point—why are you here?'

Hakeem sighs, "Oh man, you treat me like I'm just some lowlife. Can you just say what you want? No 'how are you doing?' or 'how have you been?'"

"I really don't have time for all that, Hakeem. I've got important things to deal with."

Hakeem adjusts his seat, trying to steer the conversation. "How's my cousin doing? I'm bummed I couldn't make it to his welcome party."

"Let it go, Hakeem." Mr. Elizure's expression grows serious. "My son has been able to grow up knowing about the uncle he has and let me tell you, he didn't even ask about you. He's not the little confused boy who used to play with toys anymore. He's grown up now—much more of a man than you could ever be."

With that, he walks away, but then Hakeem spins around, saying, "You know, one of these days you'll find yourself coming to me for help."

"Keep dreaming, Hakeem; that's not going to happen!"

Meanwhile, Manilla was resting, unconscious in bed. He just stood there, watching over her when the phone rang." rang; it was Grandma calling.