Rebecca was hell-bent on making him pay for the crimes he knew he wasn't guilty of. After several hours in detention and threats of prison from Rebecca, there was a call to the officer in charge to let Jeremy go.Rebecca watched as the handcuff was taken off him and she sneered, "You think this is over?" She turned to her lawyer and grabbed the fold off of him, shoving it in Jeremy's face. "I am taking legal action, you're a fraud and a thief! And now you're trying to show off with all you stole from me," she laughed bitterly and added, "You better show up in court for this, or you'll be sorry, the Jason family will make sure you regret ever being born." She spat angrily. "I'll be in court, Rebecca." He replied she nodded, "You better!" And walked out with her lawyer in tow. Jeremy was fed up with trying to convince her that she was making a baseless and hasty conclusion, he simply walked out of the police station with the subpoena, if she wanted to sue him, he was ready for it, but
It was drizzling when Jeremy arrived at the magistrate court that morning. With no umbrella, Jeremy got out of the taxi and raced to the porch where others stood. He could see Pam Jason, his ex mother-in-law in the crowd and he knew that Rebecca was not far away."Finally, you've arrived, I almost thought you wouldn't show up," Rebecca said mockingly, looking at his wet hair and soaking outfit. "I couldn't have picked a worse man, I regret all the years I wasted on you." "Makes me wonder what you ever saw in him, I keep asking myself why you'd even give him a chance, now he's proven just how much of a snake he is," Pam added from behind as she walked to them. Jeremy felt crowded, he could see Grey Wills, Becca's new love interest right beside her, his hands low on her back. "You've decided to take me to court, did you think I'd run away?" He asked her and she sneered at him, "Really? You have got some guts, you can't even be remorseful." "I told you this boy was up to no good, b
The Jasons were ashamed and in disbelief, as Jeremy walked out of the court, escorted by two armed men. The Judge berated Rebecca's lawyer for wasting his time when he knew the truth. Outside the court, Jeremy turned to see Rebecca hurrying to him, her face a mask of fury, he smiled and folded his arms across his chest and he arrived, stomping and yelling, "Let all hell freeze over if you are worth that much!" She snapped. Jeremy merely smiled at her and said, "I presented the evidence before the court, if you think it's a lie, take it to the high court then, I'll be glad to show up there too."Rebecca scoffed, "I don't have the time to keep running after you in courts, my family business needs to be run, but you can't fool me, I know you paid to have those records forged in your favor, don't worry, I'll get back at you." She retorted. He leaned to her and said slowly, "Remember what I said earlier? You would regret this and you have." He reminded her with a smile and just then, a
"Inheritance?" Ella and Abraham asked in unison. Jeremy nodded, he couldn't quite tell them everything involved as he didn't know it himself but he was sure that Sinclair had all the answers he needed. “Will you help me get to him?" He asked again. "I'm afraid I'm not quite the right man for that, you see, Domino isn't a very easy man to find," Ella's father explained. Jeremy nodded, he knew that all too well but he'd hoped that the business relationship that the Coatas family shared with him would somehow make it easier. "You share a business relationship, a strong one at that, I'm sure he'll speak to me if you introduce us." He insisted. Abraham sighed, he turned to see his daughter, she was crestfallen. Her pretty dress seemed like a shadow over her delicate features, it was obvious that she was disappointed that Jeremy hadn't come for her, although she too had a few other admirers, she liked Jeremy too and believed that her family would readily accept him. "I had thought you w
Jeremy sat by the booth closest to the entrance, his feet tapping impatiently. He was wearing a hoodie and a face cap that concealed his hair and a pair of dark sunglasses which hid his eyes. It had been half an hour since he'd called the lawyer to meet him at the cafe and he wasn't showing up. Jeremy was almost frustrated, he knew how risky what he was doing was. He knew all it took was one wrong person to see him lingering around the Sinclair cafe and his entire plan would be ruined. As he sat, slightly shifting on his seat uncomfortably, he heard the jungle of the doorbell and turned to see Joseph walk into the store. The man looked like a mouse who was caught on the kitchen wall with a can of baked beans. He was skittish, his neck was wet with uncleaned sweat and his shirt was half-soaked too. "I'm here." He said after watching the man turn about the cafe helplessly for seconds. He jumped and then nodded at him before heading to the table with a file in hand. As they sat, Jer
Jeremy did not have to wait a fortnight like Joseph had said when he decided to take action. The very next day, he was heading to the law firm yet again. He knew that Joseph was only using him to make money. He had no useless access to Sinclair apart from the old documents that he had been given. Jeremy couldn't even blame Abraham who had introduced him to the man, he'd been doing him a favor, but he should have known that no intern would be allowed near the Kingston case, not when Sinclair himself was so protective of it. Jeremy drove down to the Sinclair law firm for the third time this week. He smiled as he thought of how much he'd visited the place, someone might think he was considering a job as a lawyer soon. As much as he could, he tried to change cars and sometimes stay in the vehicle and meet with Joseph there, but even that was going to get suspicious soon and he needed to think and act fast.With the information he now had about the latest case that Sinclair was working
Jeremy was still steaming with anger when he left the Sinclair firm. He half wanted to call Abraham to report what Joseph had done, but he knew there was nothing the old man could do. He blamed himself, he'd known that Joseph was very incompetent and could not be trusted, but he had no idea that he'd try to sabotage his efforts at meeting Sincair too. It was later that evening when Joseph finally returned his call after half a dozen messages went to voicemail, he gave a casual excuse about work and asked to meet Jeremy by the old cafe down the road he could no longer be seen at the Sinclair firm. Jeremy knew the evening would be worse than the shitty day he'd just had, first, he wanted so badly to strangle Joseph and he knew being ordered never to set foot on the Sinclair property was bad for the plans he had drafted out, especially when his so-called spy was nothing but a loose end. After waiting at the cafe for another half hour, Jeremy was ready to walk away and pretend that he
That afternoon, the air was moist but that did nothing to subdue the heat of the July sun. Jeremy was folded in his backseat on his porch. He could not get himself out of the car and into.his house, his mind was racing, he had to think and he just couldn't, not after his talk with Joseph. Jeremy blamed himself, he'd known that meeting with the man would ruin his evening even more than it had already been ruined but he decided to take his chances, and it turned out he'd been right. Mercury Healer was Jeremy's sweat and blood; he knew he could never get someone as corrupt as Joseph to smell the corridors of power there, much less become a partner, not while he was alive. Although he knew that the man's demands were irrational and straight-out foolish, he also knew how persistent a man like that could be, especially when he thought that he had a bargaining chip and in this case, he did have a solid one. Deciding it was high time to call Abraham Brown, Jeremy pulled his phone out o
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 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 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
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
Hilda wasn't going to take chances with the new lady in town talking about Kingston like she knew him more than anyone else. Despite Gilbert and Eugene's warnings, she decided to take that risk and try to meet up with Cynthia once again. At first, Cynthia blatantly refused but after a second phone call and agreeing to go over to the spa again, she finally gave in. Hilda had to shift grounds and agree to meet in public since Cynthia was skeptical about coming to the estate. Dressed in a pair of black trousers and a chiffon top, Hilda moved into the spa and took a seat closest to the pool. It was a different crowd from the one she'd seen the last time at the spat. But they were very similar in many ways, rich, uppity, and lazy women who knew nothing about making a penny but a lot about how to spend it. Hilda could not help but feel a wave of jealousy wash over her as she waited in the spa. Cynthia using the place twice in a row was a sign that she visited there often. It was not a c
The three men looked at each other in silence. What Fred had said made no sense at all, there was no singular way of knowing who the true heir of the Kingston inheritance was or what the illegitimate child should look like. "This sounds like utter bullshit and I mean no offense, Fred," Jeremy said. Maybe it was his cravings for Chinese food or that he was just hungry, or maybe it was the irritation from the previous day's meeting with Cynthia and Tricia. He wasn't certain exactly why but he could tell he had no patience for crap. "No offense taken, Jeremy, but it is rather sad that you can't see what's right before your face," Fred said and shook his head, sipping his black coffee that had just arrived at the table. "So you came all the way here to find me and speak to me in parables?" Jeremy asked, he was about to call him jobless but then he did not want to offend Fred. "That's a thoughtful thing to do, thanks," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Fred laughed at his sarca
The smell of coffee and freshly baked loaves was thick in the air. Sinclair grabbed his mug and it warmed his fingertips as he blew on the surface of the brown liquid. "All that sugar isn't so good for a man your age," Jeremy reminded him as he drank his latte. “You need to live a little, Jeremy," Sinclair replied with a smug smile. Jeremy rolled his eyes and grabbed his cup of espresso. He did not order the pancake-like the lawyer did because he didn't have an appetite for anything other than Chinese soup. Sinclair was allergic to Chinese food and so he had turned down the offer to meet at the exquisite Chinese restaurant downtown. But even with his allergy, Sinclair sometimes indulged in the nice dish. He was an embodiment of a strong and resilient man. Earlier that day, Jeremy could still remember walking into him making a phone call with a client that he was representing for a murder case. It was a surprise how Sinclair bounced back right on his feet after such a tragic incide
Cynthia was placed under the heat of the midday sun, her eyes flicking at her watch now and then. She was a little anxious to meet the anonymous caller who had asked to see her. She was well aware that she'd stirred up a little talk in town with her sudden emergence, but she was basking in it. "How long are they going to keep us here for? We've been waiting for forever," Tricia, who was in the back of the car, snapped. Cynthia rolled her eyes at her daughter and replied, "We came here earlier than we were supposed to, in fact, technically it's just not time for the meetup yet," she stated. Tricia groaned and muttered something under her breath about rich people and their nasty habits. "You'll have to quit saying that, Tee," Cynthia warned her but she retorted defensively that it was the truth. "But I'm right, mum, rich people don't care about anyone but themselves, and right now, we're trying to get into their world, it's gonna be frustrating," she groaned again. Cynthia leveled
It felt good to see the Sinclair firm standing strong again after the unfortunate incident that ruined the entire place. As Jeremy drove in, he couldn't help but marvel at the sight.The building was towering, the signpost proud at the entrance and the grass had been replaced with synthetic grass carpets that looked way healthier than the original thing. Jeremy couldn't help but appreciate the beauty of plastic. At the parking lot, he could see Sinclair's car on the left side as he stepped out and shut his door, locking the car behind him. The lobby was redesigned a little but he could still see some semblance of the old firm in the renovations. In the elevator, he looked at his watch, it was a few minutes after noon and he was happy to have arrived on time. His mission at the bank proved abortive. Benedict had not been kidding when he said that he was risking his life and entire career just by getting copies of the records. Jeremy was barely allowed into the accountant's office and