Jason woke up with a raging headache the following morning. His head seemed stuffy as if it was filled with cotton wool and he thought he might throw up if care was not taken.Nausea roiled in his stomach when he stepped out of bed and he had to sit for a while to get his bearing back.“What the heck,” he thought to himself when he felt his vision greyed when he stood up abruptly and he nearly stumbled on the bottle of wine rolling on the rug close to the bed. He stared at it through bleary eyes and was surprised to see that it was empty.He held his head as he vaguely remembered that he had been unable to sleep during the night after waking up to see his body filled with sweat and his sheets all tangled around him when he had been tossing and turning in his sleep. Throwing the windows open and pulling b

Well, talk of a bad beginning. Jason thought to himself as he looked away from the man’s glare and back as he was unaware f what the man would prefer “I am sorry, sir. I…” “Come and have your seat and stop standing there like a dunce,” Heinrich Kavinsky said as he pointed at the lone chair that was in the front of his crab-legged table that had a computer system on it and a few books opened on it. “Just how many books does the man read in a day?” Jason thought in awe as he sat. You already wasted enough of my time so this would be short” Kavinsky said behind him, Jason turned his neck to listen to the man since he was still standing at the calligraphy table like he intend to stay there throughout their conversation. “What do you want with my daughter?” Jason stood so he could face him but Heinrich waved his hand “Sit, sit” then he finally left the table to sit in his chair opposite Jason. “Answer me” he demanded as he sat and rubbed his finger against his temple. Jason still cou

“What?” Jason asked as he wondered what these two were driving at exactly. He knew that he couldn’t be the only person who could see through the acts of the mother and son, could he? He looked at Charlotte but she was not even looking at him. Heinrich on the ther hand had his eyes trained on his son as he asked “What did he do now?” “He had his friends attack me!” Jessie said in a pitiful tone that could have belonged to a girl she breathe heavily again before saying “Just as I got this clip from the girl that saw him and his mistress together. I was just left there with my friend when some dangerous-looking men came out asking us who was Jes. my friend who is more street-wise than me quickly said that he was the one because he knew that it might have to do with what we just came to get. They told him to hand over what he had on Jason or else they would kill him. My friend told them to let me go if they wanted it and they beat me up a little before telling me to run!”“Oh, my world!

Charlotte for the office very early the next day and Jason was in wait for the as he came downstairs. That made no difference though as he only gave him a blank look when he told her that he needed to talk to her and she told him that she had things to attend to at the office. "I know that you are my boss...for now and it shouldn't be in your interest for me to go to work late. It certainly wouldn't be in the interest of the company" she said dispassionately when he tried to talk to her. She sidestepped him when he implored her to have some breakfast so that they could talk about the misunderstanding that was orchestrated by her stepmother. "I have to go" was her last statement before she went out the door, without giving him a second look. Jason looked at the door in the wake of her departure as he tried to recollect what was strange about her initial statement. He snapped his fingers when he remembered and frowned in thought as he wondered what she meant by "I know that you are my

“She said what?” Jason asked in surprise when he got home and he was met at the door by the housekeeper with news he had not been expecting at all.“Sir, that was what she ordered me to tell you, sir. She made it clear that she did not want to meet you here by the time she gets back, so I…”Jason could almost laugh out loud at the ridiculousness of the situation. Just that morning, this woman greeted him with so much respect while asking if he would like for her to tell the chef to prepare anything. The night before, she had been beaming alongside Giuseppe when he asked that an elaborate meal should be prepared and he could feel that they had been disappointed as well when it had all come to nought.Now, she stood there in his path, directly blocking the door as she looked every other place but at him.“Where is she, really?” he asked her and she paused before replying to him again.“She is out, sir” “Is that so?” Jason asked as he narrowed his eyes at her. His instinct told him that