*VROOOM!!!*
The blue Lamborghini spin a few times, tracing tracks of tires on the ground, the smoke from the exhaust flooded a meter around the vehicle as well as the slight trembling and vibrations from the engine sounds.
The car finally stopped, but the attention of many was already upon the car right from the grand entry. The door was swung open to reveal Isaac stepping out in a sleek royal blue tuxedo with a pair of accessories on him from the bracelet that housed a mini server of Brick and the golden chain matching the color of his eyes and a golden Rolex to add to his rich guy persona.
The jacket left unbuttoned, revealing the pure white silky shirt that hugged his torso tightly, revealing a glimpse of his chiseled physique that made the surrounding women fawning over him.The dark shades over his golden pupils added charm to his figure, as the few women in the crowds whistled at him from lust.
The hidden gun strapped underneath his belt, tucked over his jacket was a testament of his previous experience from last time. His right wrist still wrapped by bandages proved his injury state.
"Brick, remind me, next time I go for an evil gathering or dress up party like this... I should be more considerate on the wardrobe pick." Isaac muttered to himself as he stared at his current fit.
(Sir, your fit was probably inspired by the whether of the tropical rainforest... The clouds reinforced with intense precipitating forces and intense gaseous vapours.)
"Gee, thanks Brick." Isaac replied with a slight roll of his eye as he stepped through the door, but a hand was placed on his chest, shoving him back a few steps backwards.
"Where do you think your going Mister ?" A huge male standing at 7ft tall is seen blocking the entrance with his bulking body.
{Jesus! Was this guy born with the keys to a nearby gym or something!? This is waaaay too much.}
"Ahem! Do you have any idea who I am?"
"No?"
"..."
With a narrowed gaze, Isaac pulled out the card belonging to Sandler. The heavy brown card reached the gaze of the bouncer who stared at the card for some minutes before turning to Isaac.
"Are you Mr Theophilus Sandler?"
"Why yes, of course I'm Theo..."
"Could've sworn you were a little chubby... And bald... And ugly." The bouncer spoke with a narrowed gaze of his own as he clearly didn't buy any of the bullshit Isaac was putting up.
"Oh? Now you don't want me inside because I'm black? You think you Whites are angels and we black people are 'dem Devils? Huh!?"
"Wh-When did I say any of that?" The bouncer stuttered in shock as he turned his gaze at the surrounding people who shot him dirty looks as they were clearly dark skinned people amongst the crowd, and they sure as hell don't like to see such treatment.
"A black man can't be named Sandler? Is that what you sayin' cause I feel the tone." Isaac at this point was just going with the flow, but the soft hand that touched his shoulder made jerk back with caution.
"What is going on here Jerome?" A deep pitched voice sounded in Isaac's ears, as his gaze fell on an ebony male who donned on a really expensive tuxedo with all the most expensive accessories one could ever dream on. The cufflinks alone was worth four family monthly earnings. His watch and chain is a talk for another day.
His hair neatly trimmed in a low fashioned cut with a neat kept beard. This man was the definition of a 'stinking rich man.'
"Ah! Mr Edgar, it's a pleasure to meet you once again. There seems to be no problem Sir, I was just about to send this young man in to the hall." The giant spoke with respect, clearly bootlicking this 'Edgar'. A clear show of 'eye service' and hypocrisies.
Isaac shot the bouncer the 'You lying mother fucker' look, internally he was grateful for the turn of events. While Jerome on the other hand was sweating basins and buckets of precipitates... There is no way he'll be out of this situation if this fucker doesn't cooperate.
"Haha! J boy! Just messing with ya!" Isaac burst into 'laughter' as he openly mocked Jerome who watched Isaac with a now soured expression.
"Bwahaha!! Boy, i like your humour!!!" Edgar bursts into laughter. As soon as Edgar's laughter was heard, everyone released a sigh for poor Jerome.
"Hhohoha!" The fake laughter of Jerome joining in on the laughter, trying to force his system to calm the heck down...
"Oh! Mr Edgar, didn't see you there." Isaac quickly turned the event into his favor as he turned to Edgar with his hand stretched out.
Little did he know how much he had fucked up.
Everyone knew Edgar and his interactions with others as he calls them in his own words, "ants."
But seeing Isaac fearlessly stretching out his hand with a sly grin on his face instead of bowing down in fear made him to pause for a full blown minute.
"..."
"..."
{Damnit man, don't leave me hanging!}
"..."
"..."
Before his hands locked in with Isaac's hand and bursting into a fit of laughter as he tugged Isaac with him.
"Boy! I like your style! Come with me."
The first phase of the plan is accomplished... Now unto the second phase, a plan he called, "Crimson Effect."
Before Isaac knew it, he found himself at the highest point in the room elevated aboveground, it looked like a deeper room with a glass panel before them glowing sky blue. Each sit had its own glass panel representing the buyers number. And it so happens that Isaac was in the front sit along side Edgar who was numbered '4' out of the dozens.
The hall was originally rowdy for the next 3 minutes, but everyone within the VIP room were calm and collected.
The single rat of light that shot up from the stage along side the cloud of green smoke attracted the crowds attention, turning the noisy stadium into a dead silent grave.
Looks like it's starting.