The nights seemed short as the days rolled by, Jeremy usually turned and tossed on his sheet, restless and bothered until the first light broke through his windows. No pills could help him sleep better and he wasn't even a fan of those either. The next morning, Jeremy rolled out of bed pretty late, he was not eager to face the day, not after a series of disappointments for the past few days. He was beginning to feel like he had come to the end of his journey, the end of the road. Sinclair was still yet to return from his case in New York City, and from the little information he gathered on the evening news, the lawyer had another case in Manhattan soon. It was obvious he would not be having his help for some time. Jeremy was still amazed at the sudden friendship that had bloomed between himself and the lawyer; he could not believe that several months ago, he was doing everything he could to sabotage him and ruin his case. Now, he was his only trusted ally when it came to the Sincla

"Hello, Jeremy," the man said with a wide and wicked smile on his face. "Long time no see," he added. Jeremy stared into the eyes of Joe, Rebecca's notorious brother. He could recall his last encounter with him, he'd been lucky to be pulled out of it just in time by Ella. But now he didn't need help, he was sure he could handle the man himself, especially now that his sister had upset him even further. "This is getting rather old don't you think?" Jeremy asked, a bored expression on his face. Joe shook his head, "Anyone who messes with my family messes with me, and you should know that I'm not someone you want to mess with." He said. "Are you forgetting so soon how the last time ended?" Jeremy sneered at him, the man bared his teeth and said that he'd just gotten lucky. "You're just lucky that one of your little toys saved you then, I'm pretty sure she won't be here to help you anymore." Joe said, pissed off, "I heard she wasn't even yours, you've been pretending to be important

Jeremy acted like everything was normal, he quietly followed Sinclair to the restaurant which was a good distance away from the law firm."This should be a good place to talk," he said and pulled up to the parking lot of the building. As Sinclair got out of the car, Jeremy weighed the gift in his hands and almost left it in the glove compartment but decided against it. Something told him that the camera being directed at him and the package was related, he just had to find a connection. At the last booth, Sinclair sat across from him and pulled out his phone, laying it on the table. "So, what was it you wanted to talk to me about?" He asked and Jeremy sighed. His lips suddenly heavy as he thought about the parcel in his pocket. How hard could it be to lay it on the table and let them both talk about it - like they always did other issues? "Can I trust you?" He asked and Sinclair nodded, "You know you can." He replied promptly. Jeremy dipped his hands in his pocket again and this

Jeremy Harrison was disappointed to find out that he couldn't even trust the one man that he believed was on his side. As he left Hanson, his father's words echoed in his head. He was warned not to trust anyone. Sinclair was on that list. Jeremy pulled out the litmus paper and looked at it closely again, it had no traces of any ink, just like Hanson had said, it was invisible to the naked eyes and God knows what else had been written on that paper. Time, reach, urgent, Jeremy Harrison, it was all a combination of words that didn't quite make sense. It was part of a sentence and that sentence was lost to him, Hanson couldn't figure it out yet. Could it be that someone was trying to reach him urgently? Maybe he had limited time and someone had to talk to him. But why would they show up at the Sinclair firm when he didn't stay there? Jeremy sighed in frustration, the incessant worrying was beginning to form a migraine and that was the last thing he needed. With or without Hanson, he h

It took a few hours that afternoon before Titus was finally well-rested and woke up shortly after the doctor checked his vitals again for the third time. Jeremy sat on the sofa in the waiting room of the clinic. Titus was being rushed to a clinic in the Milton Community once Jeremy noticed the state in which he was in. He didn't spare a second in calling the guards and making sure he was taken to the clinic and given proper care. It didn't matter if he had betrayed him or was planning to sell him out to his rivals, all that mattered at that moment was the man's life, if not for his own sake then for the sake of his family that loved him. "Did he try to kill himself?" Ray asked him for the third time that afternoon in the waiting room. Again, Jeremy simply shook his head. He didn't believe that Titus had attempted to end his own life, no, he guessed that the old man had tried to escape from the second floor and it had ended badly for him. "Will he be alright? Is he going to die?" R