Facing JoyBuy was like confronting a modern-day Goliath—a daunting challenge. In desperation, they turned to Elijah, seeking his renowned strategic genius through their network of contacts.
True to form, Elijah devised a brilliant plan and quickly secured the contract, snatching it from JoyBuy just before finalization—a masterstroke that ensured success. This dramatic turnaround only deepened the group's admiration for him.
Albin Murray, beaming with pride, boasted, "Just look at the caliber of his associates! They thought they could steal deals from under our noses, but they clearly underestimated Elijah's influence!" A close friend of Elijah's and a member of the wealthy Murray family, Albin was known for his extensive social circle—the network through which the urgent plea for help had reached Elijah.
Meanwhile, Elijah reclined casually on the couch, bathed in soft light. Adept at accepting compliments, his demeanor remained composed. The lighting cast sharp shadows, emphasizing his high cheekbones and chiseled jaw, giving him an almost sculptural appearance. His effortless elegance and aloofness seemed to surpass any worldly magnificence.
After several toasts, Elijah's untouched glass signaled a shift in the conversation. He closed his eyes, enjoying a moment of quiet reflection. Sandra, feeling unwell, forwent the drinks, sitting silently beside him, her gaze filled with deep affection. Albin, captivated by their apparent perfection as a couple, mused on fate's hand, discreetly snapping a picture and sharing it on social media.
As the evening progressed and drinks dwindled, the door opened. Elijah's assistant, Oliver Brooks, entered, acknowledging the group with a respectful nod, quickly positioning himself before Elijah. An expectant silence fell. Sandra, unable to contain her curiosity, leaned in and whispered, "What's going on?"
Oliver, remaining focused on Elijah, didn't answer. A blush colored Sandra's cheeks as she hesitantly asked Elijah, "Should I leave?"
Elijah shifted slightly, his voice calm but firm: "Go ahead, speak."
Clearly uneasy, Oliver began, "Mr. James, Mrs. James has left Bayview Villa, and…"