Jeremy Harrison had not been to a party in a very long time, he could not even imagine what he would wear to it. Earlier that day, about a few minutes before his lunch break, he had received a letter which was an invitation to a charity auction after-party. The world of the rich was funny in its own right, as much as he found the idea of a charity auction ridiculous, especially considering that the money raised often never got to see the less privileged it was intended for, by was rather hijacked by the very organizers, the idea of an after party was even much more absurd. But Jeremy had quickly called Sinclair to tell him about the invitation he received, the man advised him to go to the party, "Trust me you can't afford to miss this, whoever invited you wants you to see something and you are going to meet with a lot of influential people too, who knows who else you might need in this battle?" With that single advice, Jeremy had arrived home early from work to prepare for the char
Ella finally agreed to go with him after he accepted her terms of returning her home safe. They left in the limousine he'd arrived in, Ella was dressed in a small red dress and although she would no doubt draw all the eyes on herself, Jeremy couldn't tell her to put it off, it fit perfectly against her form. "You look beautiful," he said and Ella smiled at him, but she didn't meet his eyes. Jeremy didn't know what else he could say to make her more comfortable in his presence, but he resolved to not push it, she'd come around, eventually. A few minutes later, they arrived at the party and Jeremy got the car door for her, Ella stepped out and sure enough, Jeremy could already hear catcalls around him. "Damn, she's pretty," he heard one of them say. "Hot as hell," another agreed more audibly. Jeremy ignored them both and walked quietly into the party, his IV was accepted and someone led him up to the VIP section. "What is this place?" Ella asked quizzically, looking around, "It
Jeremy tried to calm Ella that night and managed to take her home. She was still shaking when he took her into the car, "Where did you get that?" He asked but all she did was shake her head and look at him in terror. She was terrified, she couldn't speak, and her limbs shook. Jeremy looked over at her, she didn't appear visibly hurt, her dress was intact, and so was her hair. Apparently, all that was wrong was the box in her hand. "Do you know who gave it to you?" He asked and Ella shook her head wildly, she couldn't even place their face. "I don't... I...I don't know them," she stuttered, looking about the car like she expected someone to jump out from the backseat and harm her. "Did they say anything to you? A name maybe?" He asked and she shook her head wildly again. "They didn't say anything, I...I was just inside when I received a call and then I stepped out to answer it because the volume was a little high and I couldn't hear anything," she began to explain and Jeremy immed
It was becoming clear to Jeremy Harrison that his investigator was right, he was making even more enemies in the city. "I guess this is what it takes to claim my inheritance," Jeremy muttered to himself, "If this is the price I have to pay then so be it," he said firmly. Adolf Tom, as Hanson had told him, was a very powerful businessman, he was also a loyal friend and associate of the Kingston family. With the sudden disappearance of lord Kingston, some of the partners who wanted to remain relevant in business began to fraternize with Hilda and Gilbert just to get in their good books. Adolf was not going to be his everyday rival, from the information that Hanson had given him, it turned out that Adold had already planned to deliver the box to him at the party even without knowing what he looked like. And if his suspicions were correct, then he had simply alerted his men to give it to Ella while Gilbert was distracting him with a conversation so he could take his eyes off of her. "
It was the conspiracy of the century as far as the Kingston family was concerned. The closest partner, Jeremy's father, had been caught in a compromising situation many years ago. It was an ugly one and he had barely gotten out of it alive when death snatched him through a brief illness. Jeremy knew that his father died of natural causes, after all, he was one of the best healers in the city and if anything went wrong, he should have been able to heal himself, but what he couldn't do was fight nature. Jeremy's father had warned him of what the conspiracy would do to his name if anybody uncovered it, although the lord had tried to conceal it after they settled, he was afraid that nothing hid under the sun forever and one day, someone would surely bring it to bear it. "What's happening Jeremy? Are you unable to speak now? I thought you always had a way with fancy words!" Eugene mocked, laughing loudly in the office. Jeremy quickly snapped out of his reverie and realized that the lor
It was a one-way cave, there certainly was no escape except through one door - that door was Eugene. "You have a choice to make, Jeremy, you can either fight this as long as you want but I can assure you that the entire city will know about your father's misdeeds long before you can have a rethink, or you can peacefully back out of this fight, after all you a very young, you have your whole life ahead of you, you can start something else," Eugene offered, he sounded like he was giving him a valid advise. Jeremy glared at him, "How dare you try to tell me what to do with my life? My father gave everything he had to that company, that family, that empire, and now you__""And now he is dead! Dead!" Eugene cut in before he could say anything else,"Don't you get it? Your father is dead and you are out here fighting his battles, frankly I expected you to be wiser," he said with a scowl. "I don't expect you to know what family or honor is, it is way beneath a man of your caliber," Jeremy
The lord of the Jason family left victorious that morning, he had gotten Jeremy out of the way for good - or so he believed. Eugene arrived at the Kingston estate many hours later, he had an appointment with Hilda and Gilbert, and he knew they were eager to know how his confrontation went. At the gate, the security allowed Eugene in after receiving a confirmation call from Hilda herself. Eugene had not been to the estate in a very long time, the Jason's family relationship with Kingston was not what it used to be. Eugene had learned his lesson, everyone was alone in the rat race, there was no brotherhood or allies, just pawns in the game. Inside the building, Eugene parked behind a brand new-looking Range Rover and paused for a few seconds to admire it. The Kingston family was no doubt swimming in wealth, he could not pinpoint where they got the money from but for certain Hilda and Gilbert weren't doing badly even with the lord's disappearance for a while. "Welcome, Mr. Eugene, ou
Jeremy was caught between a rock and a hard place. All his life was drifting away right before his eyes. Mildred, Sinclair, everything he'd had to endure in his quest to get the inheritance, it was all lost now. Hitting the brakes, Jeremy missed a moving van by an inch and swerved to the left, almost hitting the sidewalk. "Damn it!" He swore loudly and slammed his fist on the steering wheel, hammering it in frustration and making the car honk jerkily. He knew he had to get himself together, he'd been driving roughly for the past few hours. He was unable to get home, he was sure he couldn't get any sleep or any peace there either. So he got himself a full tank of gas and drove around the city, going nowhere in particular. Finally, he noticed that his circle was broken and he was driving down the neighborhood to Sinclair's. It was all new to him, he'd never felt so used to it in a very long time and Eugene managed to do it in just a few minutes. "What didn't you tell me, Dad?" He a