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HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 83
JON WAS IN his seat, facing the window, when he heard the door open and the sound of high heels walking into his office. He turned slowly on the seat and looked at Kimberly."Hello, Miss Berkley," He said dryly. "How may I help you today?"Kimberly scoffed, "Cut that crap, Jon." She dropped her bag on the couch and walked to one of the chairs opposite his table. "There is no need to behave like you are not happy to see me."Jon gave her a smile and said, "Have your seat, Kimberly, and maybe you can tell me why you are here."She sat down, crossed her legs, and remained quiet. Jon cocked his head, trying to prompt her to talk. According to what Lucas had told him, she was going to start a sexual scandal against him and the company, and so he was prepared for anything. He was very ready to react if she made any moves towards him or even got any closer than they were.She looked around the office with a smirk on her face. "You've done pretty well for yourself, Jonathan," She said. "I mea
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 84
JON HAD A smile plastered his face as the men from the trade centre scrutinized him with their looks. He was barely listening to what they were saying, and when he let Lucas answer the majority of the question, he suddenly had a weird feeling. It was like the air was charged with a subtle current of electricity; the tiny hairs on the nape of his neck stood on end.He suddenly felt like he was being watched—well, he was being watched by the fat men asking him about mundane things, but it was different from that.He looked around lazily."What do you think, Jonathan, eh?" One of the men asked, patting Jon's arm.He opened his mouth to talk, but before a word came out, a sudden red splotch splattered across his father's jacket.The bullet tore through Stefan before they heard the suppressed sound of the gun."Oh, shit!" Jon yelled. He leapt to his father's side, who held him from falling.There were screams as people jostled and ran away from the scene. "Lucas, call 911!" Jon yelled. "A
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 85
"OH, MY GOD!" Kim's hands were over her mouth as she looked at the TV in shock.She turned to Maxim and asked, "Did you know about this?" She asked. He shrugged, spraying some spice into what he was cooking. The frying pan burst into tall flames, and unperturbed, he flipped the food in the pan with a flickering of his wrist on the handle.The flames died down; he turned off the stove and wiped his hands with a dish towel before turning to Kim. "I said I wanted them dead," He said. "This was not what I asked for..." and then he muttered to himself, "I'm not sure you meant what I said literally, though.""Oh, god," Kim exclaimed, "Jon would be a mess right now.""You want to go check up on him?" Maxim asked slyly. He picked up a fork full of the pasta he was cooking."No, I don't," Kimberly snapped. "I sure do who might check up on him.""Hmm." Maxim chewed his food."Your fiancee Nicole would surely check on him," Her tone was biting. "I wonder how much you like that."Maxim's jaw sto
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 86
"HAS Maxim TOLD you anything like this?" Jon asked. Nicole shook her head and said, "It's just an assumption. Something you should not rule out completely."Jon nodded and said, "Thank you." He said, "For everything.""It's alright," She replied, holding his hand. "And you have my condolences."Jon nodded. "The airlines are doing pretty well," He said.Nicole shook her head and said, "No talking business today. And certainly not here." She gave him a small smile and walked away.Jon stood, watching her departing figure. He felt a presence beside him, so he turned to see Rick."I didn't know you would make it in time.""I wouldn't miss it for anything," Rick said sadly. "I was going to invite him to the official opening of my store next week."Jon sighed. "I am sure he would be proud of you.""He would be even prouder of you," Rick said.They exchanged a smile. Jon turned just in time to see Lucas hurry a person into a side room. He did not have enough time to see who it was.He ponder
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 87
"THERE IS SOMETHING OFF ABOUT THAT MAN," Jon said to himself."I have never met him before or even seen him remotely at any party I and your father attended," Vincent said.They both watched the man walk and mingle with the crowd without being drawn into any circle.Marshall smiled, improved by yet another bout of his acting skills. "I should seriously consider going into Hollywood movies," He muttered to himself.He gave a nod to a man, maneuvered his way around a group of women, and found himself in the midst of another group of men, each talking enthusiastically about how Stefan Stone's death would affect everyone.He was not the least bothered by anything, but he stayed in the group for a moment. He could still feel the eyes of Jonathan Stone watching him, and it would be very suspicious if he just left the party.So he stayed amidst this obnoxious group of men."I am telling you, Harry." A short man with a double chin was saying, "New Jersey would never remain the same.""That is
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 88
MR CARTER released a heavy breath that nobody had noticed he was holding. He had been the reader of many wills and he knew what wealth and greed did to a seemingly happy family. He knew what mothers had said to their daughters and what fathers had said to sons when they felt cheated in a will. So it was an involuntary action of him, holding his breath when reading the conclusions of any will and this was by far one of the wealthiest wills he had ever read in his 20 years being a lawyer. He must admit, when Mr Stone came to him a few months ago, saying that he wanted to make some adjustments to the will, Carter was surprised. At that moment, the will seemed perfect. There was just enough money for everyone and it was well shared, but Stefan had said he wanted to include the friends of his son. Carter had thought that it was not a good idea. But now, seated opposite the whole bunch and seeing the way none of them had any glint of hate or envy in their faces, Carter agreed with the dea
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 89
"MY PILOT SAID he did not see you," Vittorio said into the phone. Marshall chuckled and replied, "I am very sure I can leave your town on my own, Vittorio." Vittorio grunted and hung up the phone. He was so close to sending some of his men to find and kill Marshall, but apart from the fact that he knew that Marshall was more skilled than most of them, he still saw Marshall as that lost kid called Crouch that he found about two decades ago. He felt sentimental towards the boy, so he just sighed and dropped the phone on the table. A light knock made him turn his head to the door as a young boy walked and faced Vittorio. The boy bowed and said in italian, "Ha qualcuno che può vederla, signore – You have a visitor, sir."Vittorio nodded, "Let him in," The huge figure of Maxim filled the doorway as the Russian walked in. "I was beginning to wonder when I would be seeing you," Vittorio said. He called to the departing boy, "Oi! Versaci da bere." The boy hurried back and pulled two gla
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 90
JON WOKE UP feeling like the past two days had been a dream. But he looked at the foot of his and saw the crimped suit that he had worn at the funeral yesterday. He sighed, swallowing back the lump he suddenly felt at the base of his throat. He rolled out of bed and sat, hanging his head between his hands. He had not known just how his real father, Stefan had grown on him. The stranger that had picked him and his friends up from a gunfight had suddenly become someone that he could lean on. He sighed and stood up, drank a cup of water on his bed stand before heading to the bathroom to prepare his bath. He had only finished brushing his teeth when he heard the sound of a car pulling up downstairs then he remembered that Vincent and Jeffrey were heading back to New York that morning and he had something to ask Vincent. He had originally forgotten about it but since the talk with his friends the previous night, it had come back to bug him. He washed his face and rushed down the stairs,