Justin got up to his office door, wondering how much of a rowdy bunch the Tucson's had become. He did not remember that they had ever been there way before now. He met his assistant in the office.With a grin he said, "Don't tell me you have not gotten tired of playing the boss."Mark laughed at the statement in an almost shy manner. "Well I have to admit, it is fun playing the boss," he said.Justin laughed at this statement but commented under his breath, "Too bad I don't exactly enjoy playing it." Mark did not hear him say this as it was impossible for him to do so."What's your next order sir?" He asked, getting up from the seat, as just twirled around the table. "Well, first of all," he began, "You should reinstall that woman's business." Justin sat down on the seat."Which of them?" Mark asked. "The woman that owned the boutique. Her case is settled. I just wanted them to beg for mercy that's all. Turns out she was the only one that did as I expected. The Tucson's are still as
A few days later, on a somber cold day, Justin stared from a window of his, across the city. His eyes held the round orange sun that hung on the sky like a ball held on the air by some invincible string. The only excitement of the past few days had washed over him. It did not seem like there was anything much to do than to attend meetings, plan schedules, sign papers, watch his bank account receive credit alert every few minute, and then sit and watch the city from his office which was at the highest floor.He could remember faintly what had been his fate before the present moment. When he was still with Lilly. It almost seemed like a dream, or a memory of a distant event from very long ago. Sometimes he still thought about Lilly. Her eyes, her hair, his fingers holding on to that hour glass figure of hers. That was the her he remembered. The one he was seeing in recent times, proved to be different. She looked at him different, she walked different, and she spoke different...Admitt
It was Justin's phone. It was buzzing right there on the table. His eyes as well as that of Mark's eyes moved towards where it was, simultaneously. He stretched his head above the table and took a peek. He saw who was calling and got back to the position he was in, acting like he had not seen a thing in the first place."Who is that?" Mark asked, rather respectfully, as though trying not to overstep the boundaries set for him."Why would you want to know?" Justin replied, not taking his eyes off the table to look back at his curious assistant. "You do not need to know everything that goes on in my life."Justin's tone had immediately changed to seem more colder, something that only happened when his father's name is brought into the fray. Mark sighed, immediately guessing right off his head who was calling. "Sir, I am sorry but I have to say this," he began, "But don't you think it's high time you start picking your father's calls?" Justin gave him no response. Because it was true
After his father agreed to his proposition on what he wanted and how he wanted to be treated if he were going to visit, he ended the call and closed for the day, driving back home by himself, without his assistant escorting him this time. As he drove under the moon light casting shadows with the clouds and buildings it shown on, a certain cold feeling attacked him. The weather had grown colder than it had been when he was still in the office. Regrettably, he did not wear a cardigan, neither did he bring one with him. The cold seemed to be penetrating his bones.In the low temperature weather, his mind began to drift back to times he did not want to remember. Times of warmth, when he snuggled in the arms of Lilly during cold moments like this, and never woke up till the morning.He smiled. But it was not the sort of smile one could call cheerful. It was of the type one flashed to people to get them to believe that one is doing okay, but needs more help than a toddler. A struggling sm
After the call with Jolce, Justin placed his fingers on the the steering wheel once more, about to drive home when he received another call. It was from his assistant, Mark."Mark, what do you want to say to me this time? It's late." Justin complained as though he were right there in the car with him.He picked it up and said to the phone, "Mark, you know I closed from work hours ago right? I'm going home now, why are you calling me?""Uhm, I'm sorry sir," he apologized. "But I think there is something that you should look into."Justin rolled his eyes at that. Of course there was always something he had to look into, he thought. Sometimes he regretted taking up his father's offer."So what's that? Tell me about this thing I should look into," Justin said."It's about Lorenzo Miguel," said his assistant."Lorenzo Miguel?" Justin was sure that he had heard such a name before. But it escaped him on whether or not, he really knew the person. "Tell me about it.""Well... Lorenzo Miguel is
The next day, Justin had a race he had to finish before time would catch up to him. In the office, he was, waiting for Mark to come tell him of the time he was supposed to be having the meeting with Lorenzo Miguel.Mark came just the next minute."Any news yet?" Justin asked him. "You know what I am talking about. The schedule for the meeting.""Yes," Mark replied. "The schedule is six o'clock by evening. That is the only time he is free to do anything that is not work related. The location is at his golf course, which is really just behind his mansion at—"Mark was interrupted by Justin's sigh. "Mark, I am supposed to be having a date by eight, which if I am lucky enough, I will close by seven. But now I am supposed to be meeting up with this guy by six." He face palmed himself. He was convinced that the date plan was already ruined, and decided to call it off himself, but before he could reach for his phone and put a call across to Jolce, Mark stooped him."I don't think that would
"Is that the question you wanted to ask, sir?" Justin questioned, calmly. His eyes on the man like glue to a surface."Of course, young man. That is one of things I want to ask you. So are you going to come here, or are you going to run off to wherever you intend to go to, and then tell your father that you failed to secure an important business partner like me? I wonder what he is going to say about that, but he should have known better than trusting any of you young people." Justin could feel the sheer vileness coming out of the man's mouth with every word he said. He already knew for certain that Lorenzo had something against him, but he could not just back down because of a date. He had to stand his ground and face the man square on."Okay, I'll play your game," he said. "Heh" scoffed the man. "You seem to be smarter than I had thought. Perhaps some of you young people have a bit of responsibility in you after all.""You will be surprised," Justin added. Lorenzo gave no repli
There was a way Justin positioned himself that occurred to the middle aged business man that he was not a novice. Lorenzo tried has best to think that may be he might just be seeing things, and did not want to believe in what he was looking at. With the golf club raised, Justin had the man's heart beating extremely fast. Faster than he had imagined it would beat, because he liked to think of Justin, as a mere nobody that could not hold up to his standards, not even a bit of it.But with one swing of the golf club, everything went down the drain. All the expectations, all the fears he had that Justin could be even more than what he thought, went down the drain, as Justin missed the ball, and instead dug up a pile of red dirt from the floor.Lorenzo nearly laughed his guts out at this. "What the hell is this?" He said as his laughter pervaded the entire area. "You can't play for shit. You are worse than I thought."The laughter continued, with Lorenzo only taking short breaks to churn