Finally, she finished signing with Oakley . John collected the papers in a neat pile and said, "I'm going to go put these up in a safe place." He left.
Suddenly, one of the agents came to the four of them. "Someone is here, and they're asking for Terrance."
The four of them rushed to the elevators and saw a man waiting there.
"Hi, can we help you?" Cynthia asked.
He looked up. He was wearing a vomit green sweater with a hoodless black leather jacket. His jean pants looked kind of old, but his older shoes were more noticeable. Even though his clothes looked shabby, his good looks still made up for it. He looked like he was in his late twenties, and his hair was jet black. The fact that his eyes were really nice made him cuter. His eyes were hazel and resembled a cat's eyes. His little stubble was kind of adorable, and he looked like the mysterious, bad boy type.
"I'm looking for Terrance Earl Easton." His deep and heavy, yet attractive, voice said.
"I'm sorry, but Terrance past away two months ago." Henry clarified.
The man looked shock. He didn't know what to say.
"Why do you need to see him?" Denella questioned.
"I was hoping I could talk to him." he answered.
Raphael and Denella gave each other the look. "I'm sorry, we didn't catch your name." Raphael said.
The man looked at them all. "I'm Derek. Derek Breyloson-Fields.