"You're really the son of Harrison?" He asked, still doubtful and Jeremy nodded. "How did you keep you away for so long? Was he hiding you?" He asked the same question that Fred had asked him the day he showed him the photograph. "I found out everything I had to do before his death, he told me about the partnership and that I had to find a certain lawyer. I have been searching for you almost all my life, Sinclair, I hope you understand why I couldn't take no for an answer." He said. Sinclair didn't say anything, he was still furious that Jeremy was threatening him but he knew that he was right. As a partner, he deserved to be informed of the inheritance as much as anyone else and he knew that he was the only person who could do that, no other partner would be willing to help him, not when they saw him as a threat, instead, they would all try to eliminate him. "I guess you are right, I will tell you all you need to know, come with me." He said as he rose. That evening, Jeremy and
Domino Sinclair lost sleep that night. He tossed and turned and could not help but jerk awake every time he realized that it wasn't a dream, his firm had indeed been broken into and Joseph had stolen from him. At about 5:04 am, Sinclair was already out of bed and heading to the office. As he drove down the relatively quiet neighborhood, he wondered how he'd not noticed that Joseph was a snitch, he should have known that he wasn't to be trusted. From the various sick leave he usually took and then his insistence on working late at the office, he should have known he had something up his sleeves. A few minutes later, still upset with his ignorance, Sinclair arrived at his firm and crossed the tapes to move inside. The police had wanted taping off the area but he insisted that it wasn't necessary, he didn't want it to get out of hand, or into the press. "What the heck! I told them not to do this! It's not a crime scene for fucks sake!" Sinclair swore angrily and swiped off the tape as
"Titus Miller? The prosecutor?" Jeremy asked and Sinclair nodded. "He took the tape recording I had of the oil magnate, that was my solid evidence." He said and groaned loudly. Jeremy smirked as the man began to pace the office. He was mad, he was frustrated and he feared what Ajec would do to him when he found out that Titus Miller now had the upper hand in the case. "Can't you work without the tape recorder?" Jeremy asked. Sinclair hissed, "How is that even possible? Ajec is going to be sent to jail if I don't act fast! That was the only evidence that Titus Miller had gone into a deal with Ajec, it was a watertight case, goddammit!" Sinclair loudly and plopped on the couch with a groan. Jeremy could see that no matter how much Sinclair wanted to appear strong, he was somehow weakened by the Ajec case, he was working with fear and that was risky, soon, he was bound to break down or make a careless mistake. Jeremy wondered what the mafia boss had on him to be able to cage him and
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