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
Jackson massaged his forehead, thinking back to the accusations leveled at him.Greg Baroda, Wendy and even the police.None of them waited to listen to what he had to say, they all concluded he was the culprit.Why??He thought back to the minute he woke up on that chair back in that Hotel. From then till now. His calculating mind was more convinced that it was all a set up.He’d been praying that all this was a dream, and he would soon wake up. But it seemed that all odds were against him.Now that reality had struck, he needed to find a solution. Fast. His father had spent several years in jail for a crime he didn't commit. And that was what led to the falling apart of his family, his mother fell into depression and got diagnosed with cancer.Then his father disappeared. Watching his mother go through all the pain, Jackson had sworn never to let the same thing happen to them again. Jackson took permission to make a phone call. He dialed his uncle’s number but it kept on ringing
Jackson took his seat in front of the doctor whose face was full of smiles. "So what's the news, doctor?""Calm down, honey." Miranda reached out to touch him from behind. "I'm sure it's positive. This baby is yours and yours only."Jackson only held back from pushing her abruptly. "Have your seat." He said instead, guiding her to sit down. He hated the way Miranda suddenly began to latch unto him, ever since he woke up and found her beside him on the bed. But because of the fear that the child might truly be his, he had to be gentle with her. He might hate the mother, but he cohksnt hate his own child. If this test turns out I be negative, he would skin her alive! Jackson stood rigid, behind her looking the doctor eye to eye and waiting for the announcement. "Here is the result if the DNA tests." the man placed an envelope on the table. Jackson was the one that picked it up, unraveling it slowly while he watched Miranda's reaction. "Can you open it faster, honey?" She bit her
"Master. You can't do this!" Kenneth's face crumpled in shock, fear and anger. "Your father kept me here for a reason. You can't just remove me like that!"Jackson could already hear the panic in his voice. "My father unfortunately wasn't able to leave long enough to discover your real character, Mr Grinswell. I am the sole heir here and you don't get to tell me how to run my company!""Look," Kenneth pointed his shaky finger at him. "You're becoming too confident in your abilities already. You just arrived for Gods sake? Do you know how I have been running company for the past 2 years?"Jackson slammed the table. "That has clearly led us to this mess. I don't care what you have done, now I have the file, everything will be restored to normalcy soon! But I don't want to see you at the company again.""What? I don't even get to visit the company again?" Kenneth yelled angrily. "Hmm." Jackson crossed his arms. "Depends on your behaviour. As long as you don't exercise any authority on