"Do you want to see the business I run?" Eli had asked.
The question had made him surprised. He had figured Eli wasn't the type to talk about himself. He practically knew nothing about him except his name, where and what he had studied at university, the kind of food he liked, his favorite color, and other basic things. Eli didn't talk much about himself. He didn't talk about his family, business, or whether he had any friends, except for the men they usually bumped into, who gave him the kinds of looks that made him creeped out.
Curious to know more about him, he agreed and followed Eli.
He looked at the large building. Of course, he knew the place. It was like a clubhouse. His eyes widened when it dawned on him. Eli own this place?
