Emily's Eyes
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Chapter three. Jackson, in the back seat of the old Cadillac, is the burly driver performed his role in apathetic silence. They had turned off of the main highway, and we're now traveling down an old gravel road. Jack wondered why Mr Sims would want to meet with him. At the front door of the old rundown mansion, Jack was greeted by an equally silent old woman who guided him through the door and closed it behind him. With the husky voice, she motioned across the carpet to a sitting room and told Jack toh, wait there for Mr Simms. Jack stood in the sitting room while the women disappeared, tension building up in his stomach. He didn't know the first thing about Mr Sims, other than the fact that the man was 80 years old and almost never left his house. After a moment, a man that fit Mr Sims description walked slowly into the room. He had keen eyes, but his voice was weak. Well, young Mr Smith, I hope it wasn't too much trouble. Toe, have you out here today on such short notice? Jack nodded. Not at all, Mr Sims went on. As you may have guessed. I'm Jacob Sims, the owner of this oldest state. He gestured at their general surroundings, although it's not nearly as grand is. It used to be. His eyes took on a four Lauren appearance very briefly. Then the flash of nostalgia was gone just as quickly as it had come. Jack was anxious to find out why he had been summoned. Mr. Simms, what exactly is it that you wanted to talk to me about? The old man motioned over to one of the chairs. Why don't you take a seat and we'll get right down to business? Jack sat down on the chair and Mr Simms sat opposite him. An associate of mine tells me that you've become acquainted with my niece, Emily. Jack nodded slowly. Yes, I met Emily just the other day. Jack's meeting with Emily had been very brief, so he didn't elaborate, but he was still deeply curious as to the interests of Mr Sims Young Mr. Smith, the old man said Jack interrupted politely. Please call me Jack. Mr. Sims leaned in just a little as he went on. My niece is not like other girls her age. In fact, she's quite special As the old man paused, Jack had to ask. What do you mean? Mr. Sims collected his thoughts for a moment before going on. Have you ever