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Raziel's future plans for the Real Estate would depend on his skills as a former… let's not get into that. However, the firm would need skills that would reflect his own. He had a fantastic vignette in mind searching about for a partner to advance his project, only to lose them as quickly as they came. He could be careless with his words, and full of contradictions as his bad faith evolved. He knew he was no better than them, and he knew that could always not be. As an Angel, only a select few would, after all, no one could save him from himself, but him.
What was the point of retirement then? What they cost you is screen real-estate, the only place he belonged after he had sold out his home to the enemy — in the form of ads.
Imagine owning a unit the same way you clicked this ad! Good thing you don't have to imagine because it is REAL! Reality Real Estate, rent by only LIFTING A FINGER!
Annie rummages through a chest and pulls up a pendant. The little girl returned to the garden and sat down on the grass at the foot of the slope by the pond, where no one could see her.
"Grandma… how did you get such a big house? The rooms are so many and the garden is so big."
"It was a blessing from an Angel. A good friend…"
From child to adult, Annie in all black laid the pendant on the tombstone and knelt beside her grandmother's grave, closing her eyes. Her head pulsed at the flood of images, years of happiness punctuated by moments of calm. Where her grandmother would tell stories about a man named Raziel. An Angel that hired her, an orphan, so that she earned a place in this world. Ever since then she wondered whether they were true or not. Like life, it was all up to her.
"She was a good person. Yet her death so sudden." an androgynous figure states."She never told you about her suffering… have any comment?"
"When my time comes I best not be lied to, I best be told the truth! One of my biggest fears is to forget her, I love to think of her as an angel, as my angel."She said with a resolute tone," Who are you?"
"A good friend."
Those familiar words made her spin around, but he was gone.
Living with chronic Amnesia, she learned to let things go, or else lose herself completely. Sadness takes away everything someone builds of who they are — those words were told by someone she knew — who she'd never know, only a blur. Her headache was now a migraine, and she shielded her eyes against the light from the street that filtered past her honeycomb blinds.
Head pains like seasons would come and go — doctors had no explanation. 'If you want to find peace, then you have to be truly happy on your own.' Her grandmother would say… but how could she do that when she had no idea who she was?
It was 2008, and the housing market struck. Native Americans were particularly hard hit.
3 weeks after her grandmother had died she the house she loved so dearly was foreclosed.
One place of so many kind memories was going to be sold away. That's where she found out who she wanted to be and who she is. She wasn't about to have it taken away from her.
"Please! This our land!" she begged the ones in suits, "I'll buy it off you! How much do you need?!"
"Our CEO is putting this one off the market. Want anything different?"He held a card up between two fingers," Speak to him."
"I will!" proclaimed Annie."Just wait till I get there…! You bloodsuckers!"
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An address matched up to her phone's GPS. The three-story building looked big enough to cover a city block. What she needed to do now was get a look inside the building and put her fears to rest.
Annie exhaled a long breath, she swallowed a lump in her throat, and blinked tears from her eyes. When the fear finally subsided, in its wake was a fierce determination, courage in her stride as she headed through the door.
"Hello?" she says to the front receptionist, who looked up from a book, "My name is Annie Williams. I'm here to see Raziel."
"Ah, yes you're the appointment. Take a seat, he'll have you right in."
"4'oclock?"Annie says and follows with, "But I've never made an appointment."
"Then you must have been expected."
"How? I've never met with him before."
"Our boss has his ways — take a seat."
Annie jumped from her nap. Soon after they called her by name."Annie Williams?"
"Our CEO will see you now."The receptionist announced.
Hallways she passed with the receptionist were lined with portraits. The aroma of lavender incense wafts her nose.
You could have easily gotten lost, but she kept on the direction of her escort. A Brass plate spelled:
THE DOOR THROUGH WHICH HE ENTERS THE WORLD OF REASON AND REFLECTION.
on two huge doors as tall as willows.
Annie saw his attention to the screen of his laptop when she came in."Excuse me, sir?" the woman called out in a quiet, nervous voice. Raziel raised his head, only to see her, yet he felt her from the woman as well. Amelia Williams.
"We meet… finally."
"You've read my mind." says Annie, arms on her side rigid, "I can tell your not normal, by the way, you exude a sense of untouchableness."
"Perceptive, "A slow smile spread over his mouth and spilled into his eyes," just like your grandmother."
"My grandmother— but you two never met! How could you possibly know my grandmother?"
"One shouldn't assume,"Raziel warned,"The history we've had was pleasant, to say the least, "When Raziel stands from his chair, Annie can see that he is very tall. Raziel paced in front of giant blinds. " nothing comes close to capturing the complexity of our relationship".
"Then does that mean you'll—"
"No."
"You didn't even hear what I was going to say."
Raziel smirks, "You were going to say that perhaps, I'll handover that property."
"Yes… how'd you—"
"I can tap into separate consciousnesses. Even the most tainted." "It's why I don't envy any superheroes that can read minds. The awful things they must witness."
"Then that means… your Raziel… from grandmas stories."
"Of course I am. You knew. Why deny it?"
"I thought they were just stories — I want that house back!"
"For what? To relive what you've lost? Leave the past where it belongs."
Annie moved up close, her hands slam on the desk."You don't know what this means to me! That house is the only proof that I am still here. That I am who I am!"
"You cling too tightly." Raziel remarked," How are you at all these things? The ones that once were?"
"And leave the door open, would you?"
"I will teach you what you need to know, but if you make a mistake, don't lie to me."
