Roland’s heart raced as he slipped into Mr. Harrington’s office. The quiet hum of the building and the ticking of a clock heightened his anxiety. “Damn Kent thinks I’m his errand boy,” Roland mumbled under his breath.He approached the large mahogany desk. He took out his cell phone from his pocket and took a picture of the desk so he could refer to it and make sure that he put everything back as it was once we were done.On the left side of the desk, Harrington’s medication was neatly lined up: prescription bottles labelled with Harrington’s name and dosage instructions.Roland’s hands trembled slightly as he picked up the first bottle. He carefully checked the label, making sure he identified the correct medication. He had brought an identical-looking bottle containing the tainted pills.His breath quickened as he unscrewed the cap, glancing nervously at the door. Every second counts. He had to make the switch flawlessly and quickly.As Roland was about to make the switch, he heard
That day at the prison, while Roland and Kent were working swiftly to achieve their agenda at the Elysian Syndicate, Jason was at work in the prison kitchen with Wylie.“By the way, Jason, what are you in for? didn’t get to ask you yesterday,” Wylie said as he dried off the dish that Jason passed to him.Jason sighed "Murder, but I...”“Let me guess, you didn’t do it." Wylie scoffed, completing Jason’s sentence in a sarcastic tone, “Same story as everyone else.”Jason rolled his eyes “It’s not a story,” Jason said as he scrubbed a pot. “I was at the wrong place at the wrong time. And I’m certain that it was a set-up,” he explained. As he recorded the story, he felt rage rise inside him, and he began to scrub the pot with vigor. His hands gripped the sponge tighter. The pot he was scrubbing trembled in his grasp, and the suds that once glided smoothly over the surface were now being worked into a furious lather."Jesus, don’t take it out of the pot, bro." Wylie laughed. “Well, assuming
As Jason walked into the visiting room, the guard pointed to the table where his visitor awaited him. It was Serena. As Jason walked to her table, he felt a slight sense of relief.“How are you?” Serena asked once Jason was seated at the table.“I’ve been much better,” Jason answered.“I’m so sorry,” Serena sighed.“It’s fine. Seeing you here makes me feel slightly at ease,” Jason said.Serena’s face brightened slightly, and she absentmindedly tucked a piece of her blonde hair behind her ear.“Cause I'm sure you have good news about my case, no?” Jason asked.Serena cleared her throat, and the brightness in her face dulled slightly. "Yes, well. I’m working on you not having to go to trial.”“That would be perfect,” Jason exclaimed.“Yes. The truth is that not letting you out on bail is odd.” Serena said.“I thought so too. I’ve always assumed that bail was only denied when the criminal is truly dangerous” Jason added.Serena nodded “Yes, usually. But the thing is that it’s always up t
On the other side of the city, Andrew was seated in his father's office. They were going over mundane tasks for Sinclair Enterprises, but as Andrew looked over the papers, his mind couldn't help but travel to more concerning topics.He tore his eyes from the document in his hands and focused his gaze on his father instead.“Did you lose something in my forehead? Why are you staring at me like that?” Stefan drawled out in a tone that sounded both annoyed and unbothered. Although he was speaking to Andrew, he didn’t lift his head up to look up at him and was still focused on the papers on his desk."Father, did you kill Officer William?” Andrew blurted out the question before he could stop himself. “Don’t be an idiot. I wouldn’t kill someone so insignificant." Stefan stated, At first it put Andrew at ease, but the ease was short-lived and it withered once Stefan continued, “But I would get someone to do it for me.” He finished in a low casual tone, still focused on the papers.Colour
“When I said I wanted a meal, I didn’t mean I wanted one in your awful apartment,” Serena complained as she sat on the couch in Connor’s living room with a bowl of rice in her hand.“Today we dine here, but once I get what’s mine, we’ll eat at the finest restaurants that the world has to offer,” Connor replied as he sat down next to her.“And when will that be?” Serena asked."Well, that all depends on how fast you can get our dear Jason out of jail,” Connor replied.“It’s not easy. I’m sure the judge has a personal vendetta against Jason. The evidence is weak, and on top of that, he denied him bail,” Serena complained.“The judge may not have a personal vendetta against him, but I'm sure he was convinced by someone who does,” Connor said.Serena’s eyes widened slightly, and she dropped her bowl of rice on the coffee table in front of her, now fully immersed in the conversation. “You’re totally right. Do you think his ex-father-in-law would have anything to do with this?”“Most likely
After Serena’s visit, Jason’s hopes were slightly lifted. He returned to his cell and sat on his bed while Wylie did sit-ups on the floor. The Godfather was also in the cell, but as always, he kept to himself and didn’t converse with either Jason or Wylie.Both bored out of their minds, they started playing a game of twenty questions.“Have you written your will yet?” Wylie asked Jason.Jason’s brows furrowed in confusion. “No, why would you ask that?”“Because of the way Rosco acted towards you, it’s obvious that he’s got it out for you,” Wylie replied. Jason scoffed “That’s the kind of person Rosco is. He just acts that way to try and intimidate everyone.”"Well, it works! No one goes against him here." Wylie said, then did his last sit-up. Exhausted, he lay on the floor. “Why do you talk about him like you’ve known him for so long?”“When I was in jail the first time, he was there too, and he and his goons beat me up badly,” Jason admitted.“He beat you up?” Wylie’s eyes widened
At the hospital, Reuben went into Timothy’s room with Evelyn.“Oh my God,” Evelyn gasped when she saw the state that Timothy was in.Instinctively, Reuben reached out and held her hand to support her. Slowly, they approached the bed that Timothy lay in.Reuben didn’t know what he expected to feel when he saw Timothy. Although he knew him fairly well, they usually only met up when it concerned Jason. But when he saw Timothy lying in the hospital bed, hooked up to all kinds of machines and grasping for life, Reuben’s heart ached.Evelyn reached out, placing a hand on her nephew’s arm, hoping for some sign of life, some indication that he could feel her.But there was nothing. Just the rhythmic rise and fall of Timothy’s chest, controlled by the machines that kept him breathing.“I… I don’t understand how this happened.” Evelyn whispered to Timothy as she wept softly.The sight of Evelyn desperately trying to speak to her unconscious nephew only broke Reuben’s heart the more.“Evelyn,” R
Reuben knocked on Connor’s apartment door and stood firm outside, determined to get answers from Connor.“Who could that be?” Serena exclaimed inside Connor’s bedroom. In one swift motion, she put on her shirt, which Connor had taken off only a few minutes ago.“It’s obviously someone who hates me because they’re ruining a perfect moment,” Connor complained as he put on his shirt.Connor walked over to Serena and placed a kiss on her cheek “Stay here," he told her before walking out of the bedroom and closing the door.Reuben knocked again, this time much louder than the mat.“I’m coming” Connor shouted, “Break the damn door, why don’t you?” he muttered under his breath.Finally, he reached the front door and opened it. In front of him stood Reuben, who had a frown on his lips.“Good afternoon” Connor greeted, his voice full of genuine curiosity and shock. He raised a brow. “You are Jason’s friend, aren’t you... Mr. Robin, isn’t it?”"Reuben.” Reuben corrected him in an annoyed tone.