Sherman/Miranda/Malcolm/Nyssa/Mitchel - Oliver Thadeus

                                    

                                          
"Alright, listen up!!" If we weren't awake by then, our boss' order surely did "Lately, you lazy butts haven't managed any big sale, which I'm not happy about it!"
                          
"But, sir!" Someone interrupted him, making everyone flinch. No one interrupts Mr. Flint when he's talking "All our sales go south when we show them the abandon building!" Quickly, more than one started to shush that interrupter, for two reasons. One, Mr. Flint hated superstitions and that house/block was having a curse on us. Two, Mr. Flint hated excuses.
                          
"Thompson, you know I hate and I don't believe in superstitions, which is why I'm gonna give you all an incentive for today..." I opened my ears the second the word 'incentive' was pronounced. Mr. Flint wasn't known for being a very generous boss and my late sales weren't enough to help at home and Danny needed the money "If anyone... Listen well, anyone! manages to sell that building at the end of the day, with papers and all... Well, I'll give that anyone a commission for life, no matter how mad he or she does afterwards..."
                          
People began murmuring around and their faces said everything they were thinking. I glanced once at the picture of the abandon block. Previously been a jail center, now it was abandon and homeless lived there. People avoided the blocks that were near it and crime was high in that part of the city. Whoever want it and whatever they'll do with it, I think it'll be doing a great community service for the neighborhood.
                          
I so can do this!
                          
"Oliver!" Someone whispered my name and I turned to see Mrs. Bagshot, the receptionist.
                          
"Sorry, Mrs. Bagshot... I wasn't paying much attention..." I admitted, apologizing. Mrs. Bagshot waved her hand and smiled at me.
                          
"It's alright, dear... I just wanted to let you know that your nine o'clock date is here..." she reminded me, before leaving. I nodded and looked around, noticing how the office turned into a havoc because of the words 'commission for life'. Mrs. Bagshot even had written down a paper with Mr. Flint pledge on it, so he couldn't escape his fate.
                          
"For Danny..." I encouraged myself, shrugging my clothes and getting up from my seat in my cubicle, walking towards the reception and meeting my possible new client. Instead, I found myself with a group of people. I thought they were several clients that happened to know each other, but I soon realized they were all together. Two couples and a man were talking, looking at the pictures of the buildings on the walls.
                          
The first couple was a very built guy, with muscles and black hair, slightly long. Both, the man and the woman's skin were tan from being under the sun, but hers looked like if she had been working instead of sunbathing. He looked the same way, but with more exercise. She was tall as the man and she had a beautiful brunette hair and green grass eyes. She was delicate, but strong at the same time, which is why she was dating the bulky guy.
                          
The second couple was as odd as the first one. He was blonde and she was brunette. He had grey eyes, with a calculating look and that brainy style, while she looked like she came out of the oven because of the deep tan her skin was showing off. But, like with the other woman, that tan wasn't because of such laying under the sun, but working. This couple looked like one was the brains, the other one, the action.
                          
The guy that was alone, was what I could describe as the 'pretty boy of high school', but that didn't make him even less intimidating. His hair was a mess, but a combed mess, which is more difficult to make. Apparently, he had a little of OCD, because he was cringing at the mess Mrs. Bagshot had on her desk. He was being held hack by the other two women.
                          
"Think of Isla, Mitchel..." The green-eyed brunette told him, soothingly. The guy breathed, probably thinking about the woman she named and relaxed.
                          
"Sorry, I thought I was in control..." he apologized. I used that as my cue.
                          
"Good morning, I'm Oliver Thadeus and I'm looking for Mr. Yang?" I wondered, looking at the group. The bulky guy nodded and walked up front.
                          
"Sherman Yang" I nodded and shook his hand, which was very firm and strong. I thought he was gonna break me a finger "These are Miranda, Malcolm, Nyssa and Mitchel... We're all working on a project together..." he informed me, pointing at each of the people when he was naming them, though it was obvious that he didn't want to be the spokeman.
                          
"That's wonderful! May I know what the project is about, so I can give you any recommendation about the place?" I started, pulling out a folder and taking notes.
                          
"Well, we were considering on creating a new mall around the city..." Nyssa explained, serious "We think we need a space that is big enough to have several department stores and places to hang out with any trouble..."
                          
"Maybe, we should even consider making the top floors some kind of bed-and-breakfast, don't you think?" The blonde one, Malcolm, suggested. I liked where this was going, because that could allow me to get a vision of their project and because I think there was only one building appropriate for that dream.
                          
"I know I'm missing a lot, but I think I have the perfect building for you!" I announced, grabbing the folder of the abandon building and showing it to them "It's been that way since the estate gave it back a few years. I was a prison before, but I believe it could be tear down and start from scratch..." I let them see the pictures.
                          
"Looks spacious and well located..." The guy with the OCD, Mitchel commented "I can't help but notice that the blocks around are dark and dangerous..."
                          
"The building has the legend of being haunted... If you believe in that kind of things" I quickly added "But, the people started to avoid it and now, gangs and criminals use it as their territory..."
                          
"We can take care of that" Mr. Yang waved the problem away "I manage a security company and we'll make sure this is solved..."
                          
"We could even add a few dragons to the entrance..." Green-eyed-brunette Miranda said, looking around to her partners "Though we need to see it first, I think we're convinced about this building..." I was so excited that my keys fell from my hands, along with my wallet.
                          
"Sorry, I'm so clumsy..." I quickly kneeled down and gathered my stuff but Nyssa helped me and saw a picture of Danny "My son..."
                          
"Looks like a very special boy..." Oh you have no idea how special being autistic is... Though I'm sure you didn't mean it like that...
                          
"I'm lucky to have him" I replied, smiling "So, ready to see your new building?"
                          
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Good morning!! How is everyone doing??
                          
Anyway, I bring you a new chapter with all the important, yet always left behind, secondary secondary characters! They deserve some recognition just like the other ones!! So, here it goes!!
                          
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