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
The next shot Justin took, fired the ball far up in the sky. Lorenzo's laughter paused as he saw how far it went, and then crashed down."Well what can I say? Is that not just a fluke?" He asked, preparing to lunch himself into another series of mockery and jesting, but something incredible happened, the ball, as though it was being willed by some invisible hand, rolled itself into a hole.There was a round of applause from the corner. Mark had started clapping and cheering for his boss who had made a clean score into a hole from a distance, as marvelous as it seemed and sounded.Justin remained as cool and collected as usual. While Lorenzo who was awe struck at the time, turned to Mark who was still applauding. "Shut up, you assistant boy. This must be some sort of trickery at play. How can someone who was unable to hit a ball at first trials, is now able to score like that. It must be a trick. Or a fluke."Justin turned back to look at Lorenzo and said, "sir you really need to stop
Justin smiled dryly like a novice who just made an accidental, good shot. He raised the golf club and placed it gently on his shoulder. Lorenzo looked at him still shocked and unable to believe he had just pulled those shots. He wanted to say something to him but he did not know what to say. He nodded and went on with the game, promising himself that the shots were just accidental. But he was far from right. And for someone who did not know Justin as a person, he was in for a lot more than what he had just seen.Justin acted like he did not know what he was doing, but every shot he delivered after the first two perfect ones were shots that would be tagged professional, anywhere in the world. He smiled as he thought of how he learned to play. For a moment, he had thoughts about his father and how good of a relationship they would have had if he hadn't betrayed his mother like that. Even if he planned to forgive his father and eventually did, he would never be able to forget about it, b
They kept playing the game and more times than he aced it, he failed. His hiss with every miss was literally music to Justin's ears. Many a times, Justin almost laughed out loud, but he was able to stop himself from doing so. Gradually, the game was coming to an end and Justin was leading with a much higher score than that of Lorenzo.Finally, the game came to an end. Although, it was not the end Lorenzo was expecting, he walked towards Justin and the two men shook hands."Good game, Justin. Good game." Lorenzo said sharply and quickly walked out of the course, without letting Justin reply. Justin followed behind him with a mischievous smile and the golf club held around the back of his neck. Lorenzo took a bottle of spring water and gave it to Justin. And then, he took one for himself. "That was a good game." Justin said, now that he finally had a hold on the supposed professional. He spoked casually, like it meant nothing. To him, it did not. But he knew it meant a lot to Lorenzo.