"You're kicking me out?! Mr Brior, where am I going to go?"
I lived at this small two-bedroom apartment with my grandmother ever since I was 5 years old. Now the greedy landlord was kicking me out.
"That's not my problem kid. Your grandma was a good cook for the tenants living here, and I can't afford you living here for free." The fat man in his late fifties said ruthlessly.
He was a heartless man and I'd seen him kick many tenants out, old and young when they couldn't pay up rent.
My grandmother was my everything.
"Now that she's gone someone's got to pay the rent and you're underage to even get a job, so you see my problem kid?" He reasoned making me sigh annoyed.
"Mr Brior, I'll be turning eighteen in a couple of weeks I promise to get a job!" I assured him, I could find a job I just needed some time, but this jerk wasn't a patient man.
"Here's the part where I don't care, now pack up by the end of this weekend or I'm calling social services on you kid!" He threatened then he slammed the door in my face and I groaned out annoyed. I was almost tempted to kick at his door out of frustration.
If I hadn't been on that school trip a week ago. I would have been able to spend more time with her.
Cancer, unfortunately, got to her, and I hated the fact that she hid that terrible illness from me. I jammed my hands inside my jacket pocket and soon pulled out a small black card.
'RoseMoon Enterprises Ray Bancini CEO.' It read in gold text.
[Flash back 2 weeks ago...]
During the funeral, most of the tenants that she cooked for showed up, and so did an old time friend I didn't even know she had.
"If there's anything I can do Kiana Malhotra, please don't be a stranger to call me."
He gave me a business card.
CEO of RoseMoon Enterprises.
Isn't that the famous group that runs hotels and restaurants all across the U.S.A?
I was stunned. Grandma knew a billionaire?!
"You knew my grandmother, sir?" I asked the old man who looked to be in his late eighties.
The old man in his dark brown suit smiled warmly with his grey wrinkly eyes.
"Your grandma saved my life fifty-seven years ago when I was a soldier in the war. She saved my life, and I vowed to return that favour. However your stubborn grandma never once asked for my help."
Grandma was always independent, she hated asking for favours from people.
I noted that the old man was not alone. Two bodyguards like men had accompanied him and stood behind him.
They were both tall, had a physique as if they belonged in the Marines or the US Army, and looked to be in their mid or late twenties.
The trio had a smart sophisticated look about them, like they all belonged to a rich aristocratic family.
Despite his old age, I sensed an unusual aura radiating from the old man and especially from his bodyguards, dressed in dark suits looking sharp.
Unusual aura?
I have powers or as my late grandmother said, 'gifts that were very rare in the family.'
I sort of had like a sixth sense.
I had special abilities to bring anything on the verge of death back to life, ten times stronger and healthier with the touch of my hand. I wanted to be a nurse or even a vet, but my grandmother, who had similar abilities to mine, forbade it. She said there were bad people out there hunting for our kind and she was strict on me keeping my powers a secret.
Of course there were occasions were I couldn't keep my powers locked all the time, due to the terrible headaches I suffered from, I would have to exercise my powers privately when no one was around.
I couldn't help but notice one of his bodyguards that were constantly scanning around the area seemed rather attractive. Even old ladies who had attended my grandma's funeral were taken by their beauty.
As for me, I couldn't help but notice one of his guards curiously staring at me, from the corner of my eye.
When he looked down at me with his dark hazel eyes, he had a hint of red in them. I immediately blushed and looked away, keeping my eyes trained on the old man, who went down memory lane as to how he met my grandma during the war and how he'd tried many times to woe her, but failed at stealing her heart.
Even so.
How could I trust this old man? After all, he was still a stranger.
"I don't mean to be rude, but Grandma never mentioned you once to me before Mr Ray Bancini? "
The old man shared a little hearty laugh, and looking closely I noticed that he had the strangest greyish/a hint of purple eyes i'd ever seen.