There was silence in the area, everyone waited for Jason to speak, and when he came up with the best idea, he brightened up, and turned to Kelvin. “I think I’ve got something suitable for you to do, but you will give me your contact, I will call you soon.” “Thank you so much, Sir, I am grateful,” Kelvin said, taking Jason’s phone from his hand, and inputting his digits. “Here Sir, that’s my phone number,” he said, handing over the phone to him. “That’'s okay, I think you can go back to your duty post, it won’t be fair to act on so much misconduct, just because you are about to get a new job.” “Alright, Sir,” Kelvin said, and then he walked away from them, and went back to his position, very close to the main entrance of the Restaurant. “I don’t know what to say, Sir, this is unbelievable, no one has ever shown me such kindness in my life,” Jerry said, almost shedding tears, as he moved close to Jason, with so much gratitude. “That’'s OK, I just hope you give your daughte

Jason couldn’t believe his eyes, he stared at his innocent son for a few seconds, filled with so much pain and disappointment. “You don’t deserve this, I blame myself for this. I should have done something about this.” He thought to himself, but his thoughts were interrupted by the next loud words that Isabella uttered. “Don’t just stand there like a statue, leave!” She said in a hoarse tone, hoping to get back to her ecstatic moment. “Have you no shame? Having sex right next to your son, is this normal?” Jason asked with a weak tone, but Isabella showed no signs of remorse. She rolled her eyes at him and hissed, still holding onto the white Duvet she was covering herself with. “And you too,” Jason said, turning toward Clark who was angry because he cut short his pleasurable exercise. “I always thought you were sensible, but clearly, you lack integrity. No wonder your ex-wife left you for your employee.” “How dare you!” Clark barked and was about to move toward Jason, but

Jason was surprised it was quite unusual to see a woman riding a taxi, not to talk of a young beautiful woman. He was speechless and stared at her for a while. “Hello, Sir.” The lady called out to him, taking him off his thoughts. “Oh, I am so sorry. I am just not used to…” “Seeing a lady riding a taxi? Yeah, I get that a lot.” Jason sighed, with a little remorse about his demeanor which he felt may have seemed really harsh on the lady. He sighed, again, just before he said the next words in his mind. “I am sorry, I really didn’t mean to be rude.” “That’s okay, as long as you are paying for the ride.” The lady said with a smile on her lips, holding onto the steering wheel with both hands and hopeful that Jason was going to let her take him to his destination. “Right, take me to Number Fifty-one Chariot Street,” Jason said to the lady who thought about the address for a few seconds before she nodded. “Hop in, Sir, that will be 12 dollars.” Jason was surprised at how

The Doctor sighed heavily, getting ready to give a response to the question, while Jason braced himself to hear the response she was going to give. “Four months, Sir. He has only four months.” “What?” Jason said, and his jaw dropped, together with his breath, his eyes widened in disbelief, and his heart tried to escape from his chest. “Yes, Sir. He barely has enough time to live, we really have to find the antidote if we want to keep him alive.” Jason looked at his Grandfather and the tears he had managed to suppress for a long time left his glands and streamed down his face, causing him to sigh heavily, but not in relief. “Everything is going to be okay, Sir. All we need to do is to find out who did this.” The Doctor said to Jason with a soft tone, hoping that she was going to be able to pacify him, but the young man standing before was very heartbroken, there was so much pain written on his face, and his eyes showed intense despair. “Take it easy, Sir. This will eve

Irene was hesitant to respond to the question, but after a few seconds, she turned around without looking at anybody in particular. “Me, Sir. I am also a chef here.” The young man who Irene was standing beside said, lifting both his right hand and his face. “Oh, I see. Come forward.” Jason said, and the man stepped forward immediately and stood beside Irene. They exchanged glances at each other, and it was really easy to tell that there was a rivalry between them. “What’s your name, Young man?” “Joe, Sir. My name is Joe,” he responded with a very audible tone, lifting his head to look at Jason for a few seconds, before returning it to its previous position. “Well, Joe, how long have you been cooking here?” Joe sighed heavily, and then he looked at Irene whose face was bent to the ground, before giving an answer to the question. “Three years and four months, Sir.” Jason nodded with a smile on his face, having understood what was really going on between them. “I see, t