The sound of the rain falling on the roof of his car sort of calmed him. Jeremy sighed as he cuddled a hot styrofoam cup of coffee on his lap and listened to the weather report on the radio. It was morning and the weather had surprised him as it did everyone else in the city. The day had started pretty sunny and then the clouds were out and soon, it was raining cats and dogs. "Climate change," Jeremy muttered as he listened to the reporter go on and on about the unpredictable state of the weather for the past few days. But if Jeremy was to be entirely honest, he'd seen a few clouds gathering the previous evening and it was a little chill too. Turning down the volume of the radio, he pulled on his raincoat from the backseat over himself and grabbed a towel from the glove compartment. He didn't have an umbrella on him because he wasn't exactly expecting the downpour. Opening the door, Jeremy raced to the porch of the restaurant and huddled with the crowd there. His eyes scanned throu
The next day, Jeremy arrived at a tool shop very early in the morning, he was dressed in a form-fitting spandex and a pair of sunglasses, his feet tucked into a sturdy boot and his fingers gloved. "I'll have a chisel, a hammer, and a six-meter rope," he said to the girl at the counter who looked at him skeptically. "Are you working on something?" She asked and swallowed nervously. "You could say that," he replied and he could see the girl's eyes widen. "Don't worry, I'm not a psychopath," he said and she sighed but then he added, "I think," as he swiped his card, paid for everything he'd just bought, and backed it into his trunk. He was driving a nude-colored truck with tires larger than the regular, his backseat was filled with everything he needed to take down a door and even a wall if he needed to.Jeremy had spent the past night trying to make sense of what he had just seen the previous evening. It shouldn't have been anything worthy of note that Eugene went to the drug store a
Jeremy was shaking on the spot as he stared at the face of lord Kingston. He'd seen the man only a few times in real life as a child. When his father had taken him to meet with him once and a while. His memories were a little shaky but he knew that the lord was a handsome man who was aging finely. But even if he had never seen the lord before, he would still be able to recognize him. Right there on the makeshift hospital bed was lord Kingston with tubes sticking out of him in all the wrong places. His face was peacefully calm and his nod remained still on the bed. After the first shock wore off, Jeremy became alert again and quickly rushed to check his vitals. Even without grabbing his wrist, he could tell that the lord was still alive because the heart monitor on the wall was still ticking strongly. Jeremy however still checked his pulse and heartbeat manually, just in case the monitor was faulty. He looked around the room and could see different cabinets and drawers, they were al
The room was as brooding and intimidating as the men who sat in it. It was so large that the walls could almost not be seen from the entrance. The cold air blasted from the air conditioning unit and there was no single furniture in the room except the mahogany table and six chairs that surrounded it. It was Jeremy's first time appearing before the council and he was dressed for the occasion. His white suit was immaculate and he'd had his show made the previous day. He was dressed like the heir he was as he stepped into the room. Sinclair smiled at him from across the room where he sat with the rest of the council but the smile was so slight that someone else couldn't have noticed it.Jeremy wasn't the only one standing before the council. Gilbert was likewise dressed in a white suit - making Jeremy regret picking the color - and his mother, Hilda was dressed in a tight purple dress that hugged her bodice like a second skin and extended to the floor like a wide wave, covering most of
Jeremy hid a frown as his mother-in-law jerked dramatically, her face twisted in an ugly scowl. "The water is too hot! Do you want to cook my feet?" She snapped at him, irritatedly. Jeremy stood there, he had nothing to say, he'd tested the temperature of the water for her feet wash and it was perfect, he could not understand her fuss.But he could not argue with her, it would have worsened it. "Don't just stand there, get me another!" She angrily ordered him. Jeremy looked at his wristwatch, it was 0:00, midnight hour. He had kept his promise to the Jason family, he had played his part. Three years ago, Jeremy had promised that he would make the family boom, he had made a promise to take the Jason family from their bankrupt state to becoming one of the biggest in the city. It had seemed impossible then but it was exactly three years since he'd made that promise and true to his words, the Jason family had risen to the tier-2 family of the city. His mother-in-law, Pam glared at
Rebecca took the divorce agreement and stared at it skeptically, her eyes gazing confusingly at Jeremy. She knew how little he was worth, from what she knew about her husband, he was a nobody feeding off the crumbs that the Jason family could give to him, Immediately, Rebecca thought the divorce was a ploy by Jeremy to get some money from her as alimony. But she was shocked to see from the agreement that he wanted nothing from her. Rebecca's mother, Pam rose from the floor despite her pain, astonished at the sudden turn of events. She eagerly snatched the agreement from Rebecca and read it critically. Seeing that Jeremey demanded nothing from Rebecca, she was pleased and laughed. "You must sign this at once." She stated with a smile. But Rebecca did not see it the way her mother did, she was furious because she believed that Jeremey was attempting to embarrass and humiliate her. Rebecca believed she was the successful one and if there was someone who wanted a divorce, it should b
Jeremy ignored the strange man completely and rather glared at Rebecca, upset at her behavior. "We've been together for three years and I have never disrespected you, I did my best for you and your family and now we have scarcely concluded our divorce and you dare to bring this so-called "boyfriend" to our home?" Jeremy scolded, enraged. He shook his head at the duo and warned them, "You are the one who is making a mistake, Rebecca, now get out of my way and do not irritate me any further or I will teach you both a lesson." Rebecca was taken aback by his actions. She had known Jeremy for so long and he had never been so furious nor raised his voice at her despite the harsh attitude she and her mother had towards him, treating him like a servant. What changed him so much? Greg sneered at Jeremy, he felt that he was being challenged. As a rich and successful businessman and with the interest he had in Rebecca, he felt disrespected by the way a mere useless, and worthless son-in-law
As the car came to a screeching halt, Jeremy jerked up from the backseat and looked at the men who stood in front of the car, blocking the road. They were gangsters, dressed in fancy clothes and with baseball bats. The driver swore, shaking in his boots at the incident. "Oh my god!" He yelled as the door of the car was kicked open and he was being dragged out. Jeremy sneered as he opened the car and stepped out, he looked at the men as they surrounded the taxi, each with a menacing frown on their face. "Please don't hurt me, please I beg of you, I know nothing, is it money you want?" The driver rambled in fright. The men parted and a largely built man stepped out of their midst. He was thicker than the rest and he had a nasty scar on his chin that must have been badly stitched. He was Rebecca's brother, the notorious Joe. "Please, don't hurt me...I have children I...I.. I have a wife, please!" The driver begged, stumbling over his own words. "You're pathetic," Joe spat at the dri