WHILE HE WAS in college and apart from the last graduation party that Amanda had hosted, Jon had never been to any of her parties before. She had been nice enough to extend an invitation to him back then, but he was always too busy juggling between two jobs and keeping his grades up to go drinking and partying all night. He stepped into the hall which was dark with dark blue lights that seemed to make everywhere darker rather than bright. As usual, when he did not know what to do at a party, he made a beeline to the main bar. He saw some vaguely familiar faces around him. Except for the occasional plus-ones that some people brought, many of these people around him were his ex-class/schoolmates. He sat on a stool and asked for a drink from the barman. As he waited, he was absently aware of someone sitting beside him. "If it isn't the popular Jonathan 'Stone'" the man's voice said. He put stress and emphasis on the last word – Jon's surname. Jon turned and looked at the person who
"HELLO AMANDA," JON said as he approached. She turned and gave a small squeal of surprise to see Jon, "Jonathan," She leaned in to give him a small kiss on his lips, "It's both a pleasure and a surprise to see you." He smiled and nodded, "Hello Kimberly," He said. "Hello Jonathan," She said, "When did you get into town?" She asked. Jon gave a small smile at the deceptive, two-faced nature of his ex-girlfriend. She behaved like she did not hit on him the day before. He replied to her, "A few days ago," He said. "Where are you nowadays?" Amanda asked, "I am too busy with my influencing job and building an audience on social media that I don't have enough time to go through our group,""Oh that's fine, we are all busy one way or the other," Jon said, "I have been in New Jersey. I own a business over there and stuff…" "That is really nice," Amanda said, "Do tell me if you need an ad on the Internet. I have a very wide reach of people on each of my pages… I'll even give you a discoun
JON STILLED AT the mention of the Russian name. "The same Maxim? The Maxim Ivanov that hates me and wishes me dead?" Lucas nodded and laughed, "Yeah, the very one." Jon sat up, leaving one sock on, "What did he want?" Lucas looked at Jon and held his gaze for a moment before turning and looking at himself in the mirror. "Well," Lucas leaned in to take a closer look at his face in the mirror, "He came to meet with me," he said slowly, rubbing at a spot beside his nose, "He came to meet with me to plan your downfall." Jon winced, "Wait, what?" "That was my response," Lucas said, "But yeah, he came here to talk about you, and how to make you fall, you get it?" Jon looked blankly at the Persian rug laid in the centre of his room. Lucas cleared his throat, "Hello, did you hear what I just said?"Jon snapped out of his mini-trance and said, "Yes, yes. But… Why are you telling me this?" Jon looked at his stepbrother who was looking closely at the mirror, "I thought you and Maxim woul
LUCAS AND MAXIM sat in a dark bar. They were huddled over a small table. "What did you conclude?" Maxim asked, "It's been two weeks since we last spoke."Lucas waited for a while and then said, "I will do it," He drank from his beer mug. Maxim smiled, "That is a good decision, Lucas," Maxim said. Lucas raised an eyebrow and asked, "Is that so?" "Yes, my friend," Maxim said, "Any other answer and we would be seated here," He gestured at his untouched drink, "We would not be seated here over beer." Lucas made a sound from the base of his throat in reply. "So, what now?" Lucas asked Maxim. "Now," Maxim started, "You be on the lookout," He slid a small piece of paper across the table. Lucas picked it up and saw that it was a picture. A picture of Nicole, "Who is this? What should I use this for?" He asked. "Be on the lookout for any meeting that your stepbrother might have with that lady," Maxim said. "Who is she?" Lucas asked again, a little more forcefully this time. "That is
IT HAS BEEN 3 days since Rick left the house for Miami and Jon had felt a very strange type of loneliness. He knew he was bordering on depression at that point. His best friends were in different parts of the world, and even with the one that was in the next state – Jeff – Jon still felt very lonely. Jeff barely had the time to text, let alone to call, whenever he was in New York. Once in a while, he spoke with Paxton, but he had not heard from Rick in over a day. The house had become too big for Jon, Maureen, the housekeeper knew what Jon was feeling so she tried to reduce that feeling by making him sugary food. She had read somewhere that sugar helps to reduce sadness. But Jon had no appetite for anything. He only ate when he felt extremely hungry. He immersed himself in the family's empire, constantly thinking of new business enterprises to enter and invest in and spending sleepless nights researching on any ideas he had.He barely saw Lucas, except in the tower. They had very
"WHAT DO YOU mean he has a business going on with Nicole?" Maxim snarled. "You heard me right," Lucas said, crossing his leg. He adjusted on his beer keg, trying to find a comfortable sitting position, "Why the hell did you pick this place?" He muttered to himself. "Look around you," Maxim said, "Does anyone here pay you any attention?" He asked and answered the question himself, "No. This place gives us – you – that privacy and secrecy you need." Lucas nodded. It was true. "What type of business are they starting together?" Maxim asked. "Well, you stopped Jon's plan of venturing into the waters, so he is going into the air now," Lucas said. "They're starting an airline company," Maxim chuckled dryly, "My God! That is one smooth move." He gave a dry laugh, "Your stepbrother…" He wagged his finger at Lucas, "He is one smart bastard…" A side of Lucas's lips tilted slightly, "It was not really Jon's idea. Your Nicole was the one that approached Jon." Maxim cursed inaudibly under
"I WANT IT," Jon said. "Um, maybe we can make – build another one for you," Gale said helplessly, "I have this amazing team of different engineers. We would build one exactly like this and –" "I want that one… now!" Jon said, coolly, "350 million dollars," He added. Gale was distraught, "But Mr Stone, it has been sold…" He said in a tight voice. "And I want to buy it for almost triple the normal price, what do you say?" Jon asked. "Don't put me in this type of position, sir," Gale said, "I beg of you," Gale pleaded. "I am not putting you in any position, Mr Gale," Jon said, "All it would take was some papers for me to sign and a transfer to you. Simple as that," Gale looked at Jon, "The previous owner won't take it lightly," He said. Jon smiled, "You said 'previous owner'. That means it doesn't belong to them anymore." "That w-was slip of, um, tongue," Gale stammered, "It was a slip of tongue." "Right," Jon muttered, "So what do you say?" Gale still looked cut between. Jon
JON TOOK A deep breath before he pushed open the door and walked in. Maureen was in her rocking chair, knitting, but she looked up as she heard Jon walk in. She used her finger to point up to signify that Lucas was waiting for him upstairs. Jon nodded and went up the stairs, taking it in twos. He entered his room to see Lucas standing in the middle of the Persian rug. He turned when Jon entered. "What's up?" Jon asked."You kept me waiting," Lucas said. "I was nowhere near here," Jon said, "And I was not with my driver." Lucas scoffed and said, "You should always go out with your driver and even bodyguards. Your father taught me that."Jon rolled his eyes, "Yeah right," He muttered, "Why did you text me. It sounded urgent." He sat on his bed. "It is urgent. Did you, by any chance, do any incriminating thing at your party in Illinois?" Lucas asked cryptically. Jon was confused and his face showed it, "incriminating? What do you mean?" "Did you do anything that can be used again