As the truck kept driving towards Zephyr's home, I noticed how the men in the front treated him with so much respect, he was like a king and his loyal guards, curiosity started taking over my mind, Who was Mister Zephyr,? Why do so many people think highly of him?, so I asked.
"Mister Zephyr, If you don't mind me asking, Who are you?,"
"Well, I'm a father, a friend , a husband , I'm many things, my child." As he finished talking I felt the men gazing at me, a cold shiver down my spine made me want to refrain from questioning him.
A few minutes later we arrived at Mister Zephyr's manor — It was a three floor mansion with a beautiful and immense backyard.
At the entrance of the manor there was a beautiful lady that looked like she was in her forties— Her blue eyes shined with the light of dusk, and her blonde hair looked more precious than gold. At her side a young man that seemed my age or even older, the man standing seemed to be annoyed by my presence.
"Welcome home, Dear" said the woman as we got off the truck .
"Atlas, meet the light of my days, Antheia "
"Nice to meet you, Miss Antheia" I responded.
"Nice to meet you too, sonny" she answered with a charming and kind smile on her face.
As we entered the house I noticed how neat and elegant everything was, but this just made me wonder about Mister Zephyr.
As the days went by I spent my mornings working out with Mister Zephyr— He was very fit for his age. Miss Anthea had been helping me study by reading business and human relations books with me, apparently she graduated with a doctorate in psychology in the most prestigious university in the country.
Zephyr didn't spend much time home, sometimes leaving for days . For some particular reason Miss Antheia or their son, Aletris didn't find his actions out of the norm, it was like a daily routine.
A month after I arrived at the manor , I had been in the library reading a fantasy book, wearing pajama pants and a baggy shirt, when I saw Mister Zephyr's son, Aletris in the corner of my peripheral. It seemed like he decided to get close to me and actually started a conversation, though he still wasn't very fond of me.
As he walked towards me with a nervous frame , I noticed he was holding a box with a distinct brand printed on it.
"Do you only wear this type of clothes?"
"I'm sorry , I can change them if you want" as I said this he handed me the box.
When I opened the box a flourish of smell rushed through my nose, the pleasant view of a freshly ironed suit met my eyes— The matte black and the beautiful white undershirt were in perfect contrast.
"Here, you can put this on," he said with a nervous smile.
After I put the suit on, Aletris and I went out to a local underground bar, the place was almost full, people from high and low classes gathered in this bar,
The server and owner's name was Argus, he was Aletris' childhood friend and classmate , he was born to rich parents but he always liked the idea of being a bartender — The stories that the drunks brought with them, and the amount of lonely people who have no one and decide to drown their pain in alcohol..
Laughter and a solemn Jazz traveled back and forth getting louder the closer we got to Argus.