50: BLACK OUT

ARIEL'S POV   Luke stood still, surveying Blake and his men, who had guns. There was no fear in his eyes; he didn't look terrified one bit. And boy, I begin to wonder if he has actually been in such a state before. Recall that when we were still in that elevator, the man was not scared at all. The blood of his grandfather flows right in his veins.   "Who the hell is this?" Luke asked, giving Blake a disgusting look. He glanced at the three men behind Blake. "And why are these guys with guns?"   "Luke Reynold. We meet again," Blake said, advancing towards Luke in a slow manner.   "Meet again?" Luke wore a puzzled face. "Have we met before?"   "Oh, we haven't," Blake answered, clapping his hands. "But I did go to your company to apply for a job. I was fit for the job and had all the qualities. But what did you people do? You guys rejected me, and when I tried explaining, you people had to call security to kick me out!"   Luke stared at Blake for a moment, still with a confuse