The morning sun cast a warm glow on the city as Miranda stood outside the tall building that housed Jackson's company. She clutched her purse tightly, her heart pounding with nerves and determination. Today was the day I met my ex-husband, Jackson, after all the pain I had gone through in the past. In his stylish office, Jackson sat at a mahogany desk, his face a mask of concentration. The phone rang and he answered briefly. “Call me.” “Boss, we searched the penthouse from top to bottom. “There is no trace of the file.” His first team reported with disappointment in their voices. Jackson called. He leaned back in his chair and a slight smile appeared on his lips. “They are very nice people.” He said coldly. “Keep looking. You have to be there." Little did he know that his trusted subordinates, Kenneth and Owen, had plans of their own. They believed Miranda's emotional connection to Jackson could be the key to locating the files. We prepared for Miranda's return. Later tha
Miranda, the owner of a successful company, was looking forward to landing a lucrative contract. However, to our disappointment, Jackson, the person in charge, suddenly terminated the contract. Miranda felt a constant sense of disappointment whenever she interacted with Jackson. Their conversation was boring and lifeless, and she despised him with every fiber of her being. But she knew that if Miranda was going to convince him and sign a contract with the company, she would have to remain polite. One day, Jackson received an invitation from his co-workers George and Ken to join them at a local bar. . Unknown to Jackson, Miranda decided to manipulate him and decided to follow him. She planned to disguise herself as one of the bar's strippers to get close to Jackson and gain her advantage. As the night progressed, Miranda took the opportunity to refill Jackson's drink. She carefully poured the substance into his glass so that he would not pay attention to its presence. Soon th
Jackson woke up with a severe headache as he tried to remember what happened last night. When he opened his eyes, he saw Miranda sleeping naked next to him. He felt shocked and angry at the same time. He couldn't believe he had slept with his ex-wife and at her house. “What on earth are you doing here?” Jackson asked Miranda in a voice filled with anger. Miranda woke up from her slumber and smiled as she looked at Jackson. “Good morning, husband. Have you forgotten what we did last night? - She said, trying to seduce him. Jackson was furious. -Don't call her husband. We got divorced, remember? -He said, trying to suppress his anger. Miranda laughed. - Oh, come on, Jackson. Don't be too nervous. You were drunk last night and we had a great time together. “Don’t say no,” she said, seducing him again. Jackson was disgusted. He couldn't believe that he had slept with his ex-wife Miranda, who was having an affair with his wife. best friend. He got out of bed and started to put o
Very early the next day, some guards cane to take Jackson out, leading him to a small room where he was handed back all his things. He quickly finished and was led out by some men towards the gate. On the way, he bumper into Pfficer Tim, whose face turned grim on seeing him. "Congratulations on being let out, Mr Walters. You sure made my job way easier." He mubled sarcastically and Cjad had to laugh. "That's what you get for being so fraudulent."He was so happy that the charges were finally cleared from his name. At the gate, Morgan joined him with a bow, and they got into a luxurious Lamborghini. "Where are we going, if I may ask?" Jackson wanted to see his mother and his little sister first. Her missed them so much. "Your mother is fine." Morgan mumbled, handing him an Ipad. It showed the CCTV footage of his mothers hospital ward. Their eyes had lighted up after listening to the news of him being acquitted. Jackson was finally able to relax as the car sped along. The marvel o
Jackson stood to a corner just as they arrived, he watched Xander throw a quick glance around before taking out a cigarette, Morgan squatting to light it for him.“Ahh, it feels so good.” He pulled in a deep breath, puffing out smoke like a dragon.“When are we ever going to leave this place?” Morgan made a face, glancing at Xander for an answer.Xander only looked to the sky. “Very soon, I can feel it already.”They sat down, taking turns to sniff from a white parchment, moaning in satisfaction.“Master, did you see the newcomer yesterday? He seemed to have been tortured.” Morgan spoke up with a chuckle, his voice airy and light.“That bastard thinks he’s above everyone here, going around claiming damn innocence! I wonder who isn’t innocent here?” Xander let out a short laughter. “I really hope he survives the hell that’s waiting for him.”Jackson gritted his teeth right where he was. “How about you both mind your businesses and shut the hell up?” He couldn’t stand these two any long
Officer Ivan gave a low scowl. "You think I'm here for games?" He banged the table. "Tell me! How did you get 2kg of cocaine? Who are your supplies? Who are the accomplices?"Jackson only stared at him like he'd grown two heads. "I have nothing to do with those drugs. I haven't done drugs in my entire life, can't you hear me?"Ivan shook his head in disbelief, giving Jackson the impression that he was already convinced he was the culprit. No amount of talking could make him believe otherwise. "Look here, pal. Hiding these things won’t pay you off in the long run, the faster you confess, the better we are at finding ways to salvage the situation." Ivan tried to take a more reasonable approach. Jackson suddenly zoned out. He wasn't ready to listen to someone try to force him to confess to a crime he didn't commit. "I'd rather wait for the DNA screening of the cocaine pack. For now, I’ll say nothing else until I have a lawyer.” He paused to hold Ivan’s gaze. “And I’ll have you know tha
“Ha. Ha. The moron is still asRobinp.” The grim voice floated from a distance away into Jackson’s ears.Stirring in his sRobinp, a sharp pain shot through his forehead like a dagger tearing at his skull. He blinked his eyes open with a groan.He was seated in a poorly lighted room, with two voices muffling to each other near the door.Jackson grabbed his head with a groan. Where the hell was he?He’d been drinking with his colleagues last night, and was dared to a drinking competition by his closest pal at work, Kenneth.Jackson recalled he was announced as the winner, but he couldn’t recall how he got into this room nor how he came to sit on a chair.“Is everything set? We have to get rid of him completely.” The grim voice came again.“Of course,” his partner laughed. “I can’t afford to mess this up, I really need that new car.” Jackson sat up immediately, recognizing one of the voices. It was Kenneth, and some other colleague at work, Robin. What were they doing here?“I’ve always
In the interrogation room, Jackson sat opposite a tall bearly officer with grey sunken eyes and a very gruff voice, Tim Hawkins.“I’m asking you for the last time, what is the motive behind your crime? Why did you molest a 17 year old, stabbing her with a table knife?” Tim asked again, slamming his fists on the table along for emphasis.“Table knife?” Jackson scoffed. “Was my fingerprint also on that, like every other thing you guys have investigated?”“You bastard! Answer my question!”Jackson glanced at the sweaty officer up and down, anger brewing in his mind. No matter how much he tried to explain what really happened, the man insisted that he was guilty.He was beginning to think he committed those crimes himself.“Are you deaf?” Tim growled in anger. “You don’t want me to employ other methods, do you?” He grabbed Jackson’s collar violently.His colleagues standing outside the room quickly rushed in. “What’s wrong, Officer Tim?” They tried to stop him.“Huh, nothing.” He replied