The sun hung low in the sky when Sinclair and Jeremy finally arrived at a private place to 'talk' like Sinclair had put it. Jeremy knew why the lawyer had insisted that they leave the office, the whole place was compromised. From the destruction to breaking into the archive, it was clear that whoever had sent Joseph or worked with him - as Sinclair had pointed out - was looking for more than just a recorder, they wanted much more. The house before then was semi-detached, Sinclair drove behind the yard and disappeared from sight, no doubt trying to hit his ride and so Jeremy followed suit, parking just behind him. Sinclair got out of the car and slammed it shut after dropping his suit on the seat and uncuffing his sleeves. Jeremy marveled at how the man managed to remain considerably calm despite the events of the day. He felt bad, he knew that Sinclair needed rest, especially since his case was the next day. Jeremy swung out of the car and said to him, "We can do this another day
Jeremy left the safehouse of Sinclair and got into his car, reversing out of the neighborhood as speedily as he arrived. Sinclair however stayed back and insisted that he would spend the night at the safehouse. "I'll spend the night here, I feel nostalgic, and I need to reflect on a lot of things, I don't think my house is safe either." He said as Jeremy left. Driving down the now quiet neighborhood later that evening, Jeremy realized that he'd taken too long, he'd gone too long and there were other partners ahead of him. He had to find a way to get the first batch of the code, like Sinclair has said, they were ahead of him and he had to level up. Jeremy pulled out his phone and called Hanson soon after, "Boss, I'm at your service." He said, his voice low. "What have you found out about Matthew Ryan?" He asked. "Matthew Ryan is not who you think he is, boss, I have found four reports of Matthew Ryan in the city and none of them look clean, unless, we're talking of a young school
Jeremy woke before the sun the next morning, he was out of bed and out of the Milton Community before his secretary could arrive to announce that his partners were growing fed up with his absence and incessant postponement of meetings. He drove directly to the Kingston mansion with the location that Gilbert had sent to him that night. The instructions had been really clear, he didn't have to go with anyone and he didn't. Arriving at the gate of the estate, he pulled out his platinum card and showed it to the security who was shocked but then insisted that he had to confirm with his boss first before he was let in. Jeremy was used to the protocols and standards of the elite estates and mansions in the city, especially when it came to security. He hadn't expected the Kingston family to be any less on security, but he hadn't expected them to take it overboard either.As Jeremy drove in, he could see uniformed men line the driveway, almost like they had been expecting danger. Jeremy s
The living room is much different from the parlor that Jeremy waited in. It is much smaller and much less fanciful. As a matter of fact, it is a little gloomy, sad, and dark. The maids who were dressed in black and white uniform were replaced with women dressed in black with black hats on. "Take your seat, master Gilbert will see you now." The maid that took over from the last said and led him to an equally plush couch. "I see you came," Gilbert's voice came from above him and Jeremy had to look up. At the balcony just above him, the man stood, his eyes cast down at him, his face not friendly. "And you came along too," he said as he descended the staircase and came to the living room area, "How brave." He added. "What's there to be afraid of?" He asked casually and Gilbert smiled, almost like he had a dark secret that Jeremy did not know about. "You really have no idea what you're getting into, do you, Jeremy Harrison?" He asked as he too took his seat across from him. "Why di
Jeremy left the Kingston mansion angrier than he had arrived. They just wasted two hours of his day and he hadn't found out anything remotely useful about the family or even Hilda and Gilbert themselves. And the dark hallway within the building still made him ponder on what was locked beyond that heavily protected door, perhaps it was a vault, a safe? It surely couldn't be the Kingston safe, Sinclair said it was in possession of the council of lawyers and awaiting for the true heir to bring the code. Jeremy hissed angrily as he reversed into the street and sped off, "How dare she try to bribe me off with money?" He spat angrily into the quiet car. He should have known that Hilda would have a trick like that up her sleeves. But it only empowered Jeremy, he was now sure that he was a threat to them and he had to keep up with his research and find the right people who could help him, there was no way that Gilbert would be the true heir, it didn't matter that he was the lord's son, Jer
Fury coursed through his veins as he thought of what Bob had just done. His office was a mess, not much different from what had happened inside Sinclair's office just a day ago. He couldn't believe that he'd been careless enough too and let his secretary gain access to his office and go through his drawers and shelf. Although his furniture was still intact, he knew it was only a matter of time before they would tear it apart if they couldn't find what they were looking for. Bob returned shortly after, his face said everything even before he could open his mouth. "She's gone." He said. Jeremy nodded, he hadn't expected less, "And by she's gone you mean?" He asked, just for clarification. "The security said she complained of a bad stomach ache as she drove out, but I've checked her desk, it's cleared out, and everything is gone including the house plant she brought." He explained. "So, you're in this mess all by yourself apparently, what do you have to say? Were you stealing from
Mildred was silent as they all walked out of the house, she knew her whole life was going to crash down on her, she wouldn't be able to buy the beach house she'd already booked the realtor for that weekend. "I can't believe you never loved me, Mildred," Bob said, hurt. "Go be a crybaby elsewhere, Bob, I don't owe you any apologies." She said and got off the couch as he went into her bathroom. "The men will remain with you throughout today, no calls, no messages, no funny moves or you will spend the rest of your freaking life in jail," Jeremy warned her as he went off. Jeremy still couldn't believe that a mere secretary was compromising his company. It was indeed the least on the list that posed the hardest threats. He wondered what Sinclair would think if he found out that their offices had both been compromised a few days apart. It was such a baffling coincidence. As he got into the car, he was prepared to brace up for whatever info that Mildred would give to him. It was bound
Jeremy was eager to get to the airport, speeding like the devil was on his heels, he arrived at the airport shortly after. He was very curious, wondering what it was that Fred had to tell him and of course what the old man wanted in return. He knew for a fact that nothing was free and no information about the Kingston case and inheritance came cheap.Jeremy was a little skeptical too, he kept pondering on what had changed his mind, after the last time they had spoken, he sounded like he wanted nothing to do with the Kingston inheritance, now suddenly he had arrived in California unannounced and with news that he had valuable information for him. Jeremy arrived at the airport in less than 20 minutes, he was lucky to not get an overspeeding ticket. He had to linger around at the terminal for a few more minutes before he finally saw Fred with his luggage - if a duffle bag could pass as luggage. “Welcome to California, it's good to see you," Jeremy said as he offered a firm handshake