Just like a phoenix risen out of ashes, Jason gets to see the man he had only seen in pictures, read and heard so much about, in real life. Michael Monroe. Fit and well-aged with a smile that could charm socks off ladies, he was waiting for him in the living room with a glass of cognac in his hands. He was dressed in white all though, white shirt, jacket and shoes. Right down to the watch. Jason entered his home to see his family seated in awkward silence around him while the man went on and on about how happy he was that he was reconnecting with his nephew, Jason. Alexander, who was busy peering at the man’s watch, when Jason and Millicent entered, ran to his dad. “Daddy! Do we have a grandpa?” he asked loudly and those in the room laughed awkwardly as they looked at Michael, who only shrugged with a smile as he kept his gaze on Jason. Jasmine, who was with Celia ran towards Jason while addressing her brother “We don’t have a grandpa. We only have grandma Celia. Right, Daddy?” she

It was called the wedding of the century - Jason and Millicent’s wedding was. It was the type of wedding that Sonia had dreamt of with Matteo. It was the kind of wedding she never get to have despite all her schemings. It was a wedding that had hopeful mamas sighing with the prayer that their children will be lucky enough to meet someone like the influential and beloved billionaire who rose from nobody to become a household name. Most of them talked about how lucky Millicent was among themselves while few of them said it right to her face. Not malevolently though, even if some were a tad jealous of her good luck. Jason was wowed by the amount of publicity that his nuptials generated. It was as if the media were more excited about the wedding than the couple themselves. Phils had managed to convince him that it would be a good thing if they could do live coverage for the event. Though Jason had rejected that idea at first, Millicent convinced him that it would further enhance his im

Jason felt tears in his eyes when he saw Millicent walk towards him. He couldn't describe the magnitude of the feeling coursing through him at that moment. A feeling so overwhelming that it overshadowed the pride he felt at seeing his twins walking so elegantly and handsomely towards him as they sprinkled the rose petals while approaching the altar. Alexander was beaming with his infectious grin as he tossed the petals directly in his path and to the left, while Jasmine held herself regally with a look of concentration on her face as she tossed hers to the right. When the two of them looked at each other and smiled with apparent happiness at their task, Jason felt his heart overflow with love and admiration for the woman who made it possible for him to have such angels in his life. He bent to kiss their foreheads as Alexander came to stand beside him after winking at Silas. Jasmine moved to stand beside Mia and Anastasia, who are bridesmaids, as rehearsed. Jason looked up when the o

He came in through the door like any visitor with his head turned away from the highly efficient video cam of Paragon Heights. He collected the visitor tag and pinned it on his grey suit. He walked briskly towards the elevator and pressed the button. He paused when he saw that a young intern with a backpack was in there. His nostril flared in irritation but he still entered, all while making sure his back was to the camera. The humming sound of the intern annoyed him as he pressed a random number on the elevator. He endured the silly smell and sound of youth till the youngster got to the floor she was going to. “Bitch” he muttered under his breath after the young lady left the elevator. He pressed another button on the elevator pad in the course of the elevator change. Smiling to himself, he brought out a very small remote-like device and pressed a button on it towards the camera, jamming it. Then he opened his suitcase and brought out a coveralls. He changed quickly and put his s

Jason had to compromise. Millicent talked about going back home about two times out of every ten discussions they have in a day. It had started after she watched a clip about a reporter interrogating Khan Maal at an event that he attended. The reporter had asked the question that Jason had in mind as well. WAS KHAN MAAL’S ARRIVAL AND THE ARSON JUST A COINCIDENCE? The man had chosen not to answer the question, which to Jason had been a stupid move or a tactical one. Because the press had jumped on that and different captions started flying. Khan Maal might be a big shot in Japan but Jason was the darling of Montreau press and the whole of California. They had not pulled any punches at all in philosophizing about the reason why Khan Maal had said nothing. Features, articles, talk shows and many others had followed since then. Then Khan Maal had granted an interview where he sort of talked about how Jason might have been threatened by his presence in Montreau and he was thereby sicci