"Fuck!" The cool said as he turned and faced him. He looked guilty, like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "I...no... I don't think so," he said, his voice breaking at the end. "Okay, I don't need another cup of tea," Jeremy replied, he knew it was useless to ask the man what had happened inside, he'd only lie about it and feel attacked. He had to make him talk by himself, that way he could tell him everything he needed to know. "Okay, I'll be in the kitchen, whipping up breakfast," he said and tried to hurry away but Jeremy hissed and slammed the cup on the desk, the man jumped and turned to him, his face crumpled. "It was all his idea," the man said and Jeremy kept his eyes on him firmly, it was obvious that the man was going to open up soon. "What are you talking about?" Jeremy asked, acting like he had no idea what he was talking about. "I know you overheard us from the kitchen, we could see your car from the kitchen window," he said and nodded in the direction
It took a few hours that afternoon before Titus was finally well-rested and woke up shortly after the doctor checked his vitals again for the third time. Jeremy sat on the sofa in the waiting room of the clinic. Titus was being rushed to a clinic in the Milton Community once Jeremy noticed the state in which he was in. He didn't spare a second in calling the guards and making sure he was taken to the clinic and given proper care. It didn't matter if he had betrayed him or was planning to sell him out to his rivals, all that mattered at that moment was the man's life, if not for his own sake then for the sake of his family that loved him. "Did he try to kill himself?" Ray asked him for the third time that afternoon in the waiting room. Again, Jeremy simply shook his head. He didn't believe that Titus had attempted to end his own life, no, he guessed that the old man had tried to escape from the second floor and it had ended badly for him. "Will he be alright? Is he going to die?" R
Titus jerked up from the hospital bed as he heard of jail. He was not ready to go to jail. He had his son in rehab already and his wife was going insane slowly with worry, his daughter was beside herself, and the last thing he needed was to stay behind bars too, it would shatter his family for good. "I can't go to jail, master, please." He said, his tone pleading. Jeremy shook his head, "That's not my choice to make, it's yours, you have twenty-four hours to give me the information I need or I will be dragging your ass to court," he said and then turned to leave the room. "Please wait!" Titus called out, he came down from the bed despite the doctor's stern warning that he should rest and recover fully before being discharged the next day. "Please, you can't make me go to jail, I'll do anything!" He begged his knees on the floor. Jeremy sighed, he hated seeing humans like this, beggarly, pleading for mercy when they dug their graves with their greed and then thought that someone e
Jeremy Harrison was at a point in his life where he had met a fork in the road. Still unable to trust the only man he had his hopes on, Domino Sinclair, he had to turn to Hanson for answers. He was lost, fatigued, and weary of being wary. After Mildred's arrest and detention a few days ago, Jeremy paid her a visit in the cell and although her bail was quite cheap, he decided that she would handle it herself. Mildred had nothing to tell him, her story was twisted and he knew she was simply lying to save face. Jeremy skipped breakfast and went to the office, he had a few things to sort out before he returned to Hanson to get briefed on the Sinclair issue. So far, the homeless man was still at large. Although Jeremy had said that he didn't want to put him in trouble, he had still driven past the Sinclair firm more than thrice, hoping to see him, but the alley was empty and there was no sign of him anywhere. At noon, was still at the office, his tray of lunch before him after Bob ins
Jeremy was shocked to hear him say that, but he schooled his facial expression and did not give away his surprise. He simply shrugged, "What do you want?" He asked with a nasty glare. Eugene tossed a piece of paper at him but Jeremy did not make any move to grab it from the table. "That's something for a man like you, get it and stay off the case." He said and nodded at the cheque. That was when Jeremy stretched to pick it up. It was a check for 500 million dollars. He laughed at a loud and boisterous sound. Then he turned to the man and shook his head, "If you think that a few dollars will take me off the case then maybe you're more stupid than I have you credit for," he blurted. "How dare you talk to me in that manner?! Do you know what it means to be the lord of the Jason family?" Eugene asked, angry. Jeremy smiled, he had done his research, he knew that a new lord was being appointed after the former had passed on many years ago. The pictures of the new lord were nowhere to b
The next day, Jeremy just could not handle it anymore, he needed to talk to somebody and Domino Sinclair was his only option. That same morning, Jeremy called Sinclair and asked if he was free to meet him later in the day. Sinclair agreed to meet him, although he sounded a little odd over the phone. But before he got ready for his meeting with Sinclair, he arrived at the office to make sure that Bob had everything under control, he could not risk another retard like Eugene getting into the company unknown to his staff. he could still recall the last incident with Mildred which led to his security guards being drugged. "I had no idea that he was a rival or he was even related to your ex__" Bob stopped himself from completing that sentence as he saw the ugly look in Jeremy's eyes, "I meant, I did not know that he was here for the same purposes miss Anneliese," he rephrased instead. Jeremy nodded, he could not even blame Bob for letting Eugene in, after all, how was the secretary sup
"What? You won't say anything, cat caught your tongue?" Sinclair below at him, his fist slamming on the table angrily. "How did you know about the parcel?" Jeremy asked, he had been very careful, he'd spoken to no one about it, no one but Hanson, was it possible that Sinclair was communicating with Hanson? He wondered and immediately banished the thought from his head, it was very less likely. "It is my fucking office, do you think anything happens around here without my knowing about it? After the stupid move that Joseph made the other night, I could never be naive enough to let my office or the entire premises stay unguarded. Jeremy had nothing to say in his defense, it was obvious that Sinclair had found out about the parcel, and he wasn't so happy that he had hidden it from him. "So, let me tell you what exactly was playing in your head, you think I have something to hide and that was why you decided to hijack a delivery made right in front of my office, and you couldn't even
Sinclair was surprised, he took a closer look at the paper again and even retrieved a pair of glasses from his drawer to stare at it closely. Nothing was written on it, not even a blot of ink. "Is this some joke? I can't see your name anywhere on this paper, " he said looking at Jeremy. "It is some kind of invisible litmus paper, my investigator used some advanced technology to view it, he even said that a few letters had been destroyed when he was trying to make it visible, what is left doesn't make much sense, just words and phrases." He said and then handed his phone to Sinclair, showing him the picture of the paper he had taken right on the blue light in Hanson's tech room. Sinclair could see the faint blue ink on the paper in the photograph, he pinched the screen and zoomed it, right in the center of the page was the name Jeremy Harrison, above it was the word 'reach' then beside it was 'time' and 'urgent' which was blotted. "What does this mean?" He asked, intrigued by the s