Jack took a deep breath as he looked at Amy, saying in a steady voice;"You know perfectly well that we can't leave right now. I need to go back inside for the gala, and you should be here too."Amy's expressions clearly spelled out her anger and frustration as she prepared to respond, but Jack pre- emptively interrupted her. He spoke in a harsh and distant note;"You are a college student, and you will be finishing your Master's soon. Do I really need to tell you how important it is for you to establish some good networks? In fact , it is one of the reasons I brought you here, considering the amount of prominent individuals gathered here for the gala."Amy gave him a deadpan stare as she reiterated her stance. "I told you already," she insisted, her tone firm, "I do not want any favors from you. I will manage my affairs on my own. There is no need for all of this."Amy's resolve remained unyielding as she continued, "I have already benefited too much from your generosity, and I don

As Jack noticed Amy's presence in the room, the file in his hand snapped shut ws he turned to face her, his gaze questioning."Do you want something?" Jack inquired, his tone curt and businesslike. Amy shook her head, her nerves getting the better of her as she struggled to find the right words."No, I… I just wanted to give this to you," Amy replied, holding out the envelope towards him. Jack eyed the envelope with a frown, a hint of curiosity flickering in his eyes."What is it?" With a puzzled expression, Jack looked at the envelope in her hands, where some sunflowers had been sketched by hand, along with a "I'm sorry" written in neat handwriting. A distant look appeared in his eyes at that moment, as he crossed his arms in front of his chest, addressing Amy in a deadpan voice;"Amy, you are neither my friend, nor my family," Jack stated flatly, his voice devoid of warmth. "And therefore, there is nothing that you do or have done that I will find particularly good or bad.""So

Jack's smile remained, but there was a glint of defiance in his eyes as he countered, "I know exactly what kind of spoiled man- child you are. There is no need to put on a show for everyone." He leaned in slightly, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "And why are you getting so triggered anyway? Why does it even matter to you, if Rebecca has left me or not?"Saying this, Jack took a curt pause before he started his next sentence, while taking a step towards Camden, as a little smirk danced on his face and his left eyebrows raised slightly;"Because if you are still living under a rock, let me break some recent news regarding my life to you. It was me who has left Rebecca, not her… because I have finally found out that she clearly didn't deserve me-"Camden's face contorted with rage as he gritted his teeth. He could not digest the fact that not only was Jack speaking back to his face, but was also saying that the girl on whom he has a crush on, did not deserve him… clearly indicating t

Tension crackled in the air like electricity as Camden, the side character for Jack's today's plan, was fueled by rage and betrayal.Jack knew that he wasn't going to be disappointed after coming here and his plan was going to work very well, as he has known Camden since ages.But he hadn't thought that he could be able to ignite this kind of rage in Camden's eyes, heart and soul.All these years he has thought that people who didn't like him, was just because he somehow has the things in his hands, which they wanted in their lives, but since Rebecca has left him …or to be precise, he has left Rebecca, he realised that it was never about what he had in his hands.In fact it was always who he was …his identity …his presence was enough to intimidate people and for people like Camden, he was the person they never wanted near themselves, because of the threat they feel due to his charisma.While he was lost in his thoughts, Camdentightened his grip on his collar. His knuckles whitened

Jack left the club soon, content with the way he had navigated the mission. He got on his bike and put on his jacket, turning on the ignition. He was now supposed to head back to the established meeting place, at Megan's apartment in the city. He drove through bustling city streets with purpose, deciding to pick up two pizzas on the way. He got off the bike, pretending to be a delivery person in a leather jacket, pizza boxes in his hand and a baseball cap covering most of his face. He did not want to draw any attention to her apartment or leave any clue about her being related to the Scavenger Organization. As he approached Megan's apartment building, he scanned the area with a practiced eye, ensuring that no prying eyes were lingering on his movements.The anonymity of his attire gave him some degree of protection as he slipped into the building, his steps deliberate and controlled. Inside the elevator, he adopted an air of indifference, avoiding eye contact with the other passeng