The ride up the elevator was fully uneventful. Not one person, was rung up along with Harold in this elevator. The music was starting to become a scratching in his ears, but he dealt with it because when jobs were this high on the sky, the money was just as high.
Most jobs were in different places, they traveled a lot, they have just about been everywhere. The jobs that were handed to them were usually paid for by someone else. They never really struggled but they did sometimes have money problems one second, but so many unexplained things happen on the human world it's not long before they have money again.
Diane understands what they do and that any day they could lose their life, but they don't every night she goes to sleep not worried because she always has hope that they will come back just like this night.
A ding is heard in the elevator as each tenth floor is passed. The elevator is dull with only Harold in it. It won't be the same even if Harry was inside. Since both, Harold and Harry. Don't really have that great of a relationship. It started around the same time that Harry saw that woman.
The so called "Love of his life." The black girl, but even before that it was slowly fading as Harry understood more and more of his fathers power. The hypnotic stare, if you accept his question and look into his eyes you are already under his control and the hypnotic ability range infinity, if you even say, "go ahead and ask.", and look at him. It works.
Harold manipulated Harry by asking him questions about the girl, in that instance Harold almost won, almost chased away the girl from Harry, but Harry understood and kept him mouth shut. Shutting out his ability completely.
Days that both of them didn't have anything to do he would leave the house, going into the black neighborhood and talking and socializing with the people in it. At first the people were skeptical about him, but one time a cop came up to the neighborhood claiming so one robbed a white neighborhood, Harry who didn't like injustice more than the people next, stop him. Physically.
The cop tried pulling out his gun and shooting the boy on the spot and no one could stop him. Harry came up from behind him, grab the firearm and beat him, only stoping after his girlfriend told him to stop.
His hand bloody and the cops face almost caved in. That day he went to jail for about one week, it was lessened by a lot because many blacks said it was in self defense and that the cop had his firearm pulled for a nonviolent citizen. The real reason why is because in the government world they were well connected the main person who calls them about jobs is the most important person for them.
The elevator stop, the number shows above him, the number of the floor that he is currently at. Looking up at that number he sees that it's at 110, the top floor. The silver colored, elevator doors open. Behind the door is a white women, relatively short in comparison to Harold. He has to look down in order to see her eye to eye.
She wearing a suit that could just reach below her hip, her cleavage being shown a little, her chest is large. She wears long black, sleek pants, as if newly ironed. She wearing red lipstick, but she doesnt really have to worry about that because her chest is big and her face is beautiful. She stands there her arms behind her back feet together. Back straight. Her chest puffed out like she's trying to she that she has big breasts.
Her hair is beautifully and carefully put on the sides of her shoulder. Neatly put together, not even having a strand that jumps out of place. When the door opens all the way Harold steps out.
"Hello, Mr. Harold, I'm here to take you over to the top floor of the building."
Harold looks around, there's no one. Everyone in this floor would just be the girl and Harold. The floor is just endlessly white and the ends of the floors are blocked off with windows that show below them, the people and the colors and the life under them. Harold still standing in front of the girl extends his hand out.
"Hello, your name is?"
The lady extends her hand out as well, gripping his hand in a tight, firm grip.
"My name is Floral. Nice to meet you, Mr. Harold."
Letting go of the hand shake, Floral walks off, letting Harold follow shortly behind her. Each step in the floor echoes through the floor mostly because it's like an empty asylum padded room. It could make people go insane from being alone in this quiet room. Even when they were talking their voices were bouncing off of the walls. Making it sound louder than needed.
After a walk in this empty room, both of them come across a corridor that has a large silver frame in front of them both. Behind that is another elevator. Beside the metal frame is a table that looks stuck into the side of it. One that is decorated differently having a color change from silver to golden.
Floral walks under and through the silver frame, once she passes completely from under it, it lets out a large, ear piercing blare, along with the empty floor and echo. It becomes extremely loud, but the lady doesn't mind it, she just stands there. Smiling, puffing out her chest. Waiting for Harold. As he covers his ears because of the loud noise.
Soon after a few second the sound stops. Making Harold remove his hands from his ears. After that happens Floral asks him something.
"Mr. Harold if you don't mind, would you kindly put everything metal inside of this box."
From Floral's side of the table she pulls out a plastic box. Placing it on the table beside them and sliding it across. Harold does as he is asked, putting anything that even remotely has a little bit of metal inside of it. Pushing it back, Floral picks it up. She gives the box a go skimming through, looking through each of the items put inside the box. Making sure that none is harmful.
After looking through it she puts it back on the table leaving it on her side. She then signals Harold to walk past the metal frame making, walking through and under the frame, he calmly puts his hands against his ears, fully expecting for it to go off. It doesn't.
Floral stands in front of him. Holding out his things inside the box. He picks up all the things inside the box, taking the box out of her hands. She then takes the box back. After he finishes, then putting it back on the table, in case there needs to be a next time.
Floral walks over to the elevator, pressing a buttons to open the doors. Harold, still putting the things inside of his pockets he stands after the frame. After putting all the items inside his pocket he makes his way over to Floral. Standing behind her as she also waits for the doors to open.
A few seconds go by before a ding is heard. Loud enough to reverberate through the empty, white walls, right back toward the window. The elevator door opens.
Inside is the color of a better less plain looking elevator, it has a gold and floral interior, along with a beautiful view of the bottom of the building below, the lights. Placed in such a way that they look as beautiful as Diane, sadly she can't see this.
The night sky complimenting the ground. It's dark moon, shed so beautifully through the clouds in the sky. The stars in the sky, not as hard to see with less of light pollution, making stars easily seen from where he's standing.
"Hot damn, that's bea-u-tiful."
The last word out of Harold's mouth split into its syllables.
Looking out the window of the elevator as it continues its path up. Making the colors on the ground move and the moon look more bright, big and beautiful. He looks down in awe. Floral stands beside Harold looking down at the ground and sky with him.
"Yes, Mr. Harold, the view is beautiful, many different people have had the same opinion. It is still an amazing thing to look through everyday I have to go through here."
Soon, the elevator stops moving. In that time, Floral is no longer standing next to Harold, more of just waiting for the door to open and guide him out. Into the open area that they are going to be meeting at.
Harold turning facing away from the elevator window. He's now facing the same direction that Floral is facing, outward to the elevator doors waiting for them to open fully.
"Mr. Harold, I welcome you to the top of Evermore Casino's hotel."
A fat man stands in the middle of a brightly lit room, holding his hands up in a U shape. As if show casing a brilliant room. And as far as the doors go, all Harold can see is a brilliant room.