The next day, Connor returned to the construction site.“Would you look at that? Is your godson here too?” Danny mocked Connor once he saw him.“I’m here to ask for my job back." Connor said, "Please," the word burned his mouth. He hated how much Danny would enjoy his begging."Hmmm, let me think,” Danny hummed. "Guys, do we have any jobs for traitors who side with thieves?” Danny increased his tone so the workers could hear.“We don’t have anyone to scrub the toilets,” Ron laughed.Danny nodded “That’s right. Good idea Ron.” he turned to Connor “So what do you say, traitor?”Connor inhaled sharply and exhaled, trying to calm himself. As embarrassing as it was, he had to accept the job. “I’ll take it.”“Then it’s yours,” Danny exclaimed happily. He picked up a bucket of cleaning supplies and shoved it at Connor. “If I were you, I’d get to it. It’s not pretty in there.” Danny walked away with his shoulder high, laughing proudly.Connor seethed as he held the bucket in his hands, but he
“Didn't you hear me? Do you know what your shady dealings could do to the people living in those buildings?” Jason asked.“What kind of circus is this?” Danny asked, dumbfounded, “Are those people in on the joke too?” He pointed at the shareholders. “I want to talk to my boss. Where's William?”Jason smirked and looked at the man who brought Danny in. “Bring in his boss,” Jason ordered him.The man opened the door to the office, and William entered."William, what's going on? Don't tell me you believe this clown,” Danny said.William frowned “Jason is the majority shareholder of this company. That means he owns prodigy structures. The only clown here is you.”“This just keeps getting better,” Connor said, a grin brightening his features."Well, Danny, tonight you'll be sleeping in jail, and trust me, there will be many charges against you,” Jason said“And that's not counting the times you humiliated us,” Connor added smugly.Danny felt his knees go weak. “Please, Jason, I'm sure that
“What are we going to do?” Roland was pacing around Kent’s office like a madman.“Did you see the way that Victoria reacted?” Roland sneered, “I have to give credit where credit is due." Roland mimicked Victoria’s words in a mockingly high-pitched tone: “I felt like strangling her right there.”“Would you stop pacing like a maniac? Shut up and let me think,” Kent hissed.Roland stood still but continued talking. “I knew it. I knew we shouldn’t have underestimated him. You were too laid back about the whole thing and now look. He made himself look like a hero in front of everyone. I bet Mr. Harrington already knows about it.”“Mr. Harrington’s opinion is irrelevant. He has no shares, so he can’t vote,” Kent said, his voice coming out louder than he expected.“He may not have shares, but he has influence in this company. People look up to him.” Roland said.“I don’t give a damn about his influence. Right now, the only people who matter are Frank and Victoria,” Kent insisted. “But you’re
On Jason’s way to Amelia’s office, he caught Andrew leaving Kent’s office again. But luckily for him, Andrew didn’t see him. Andrew walked like he was in a hurry, or rather like he didn’t want anyone to see him coming out of Kent’s office.Jason couldn’t shake the feeling that their meetings weren’t for anything good. That was one of his motivations for becoming president—keeping Kent away from the presidency. Even though he had nothing to back up his theory, he was certain that he, Andrew, and possibly even Stefan were up to something and that it had to do with the presidency. Maybe that was the information Jason needed to lock the Sinclairs up behind bars. Another thing that worried him about Kent was the way that the shareholders behaved towards him. Mr. Harrington himself told him that Kent was feared. Why were they all so afraid of him?Jason didn’t miss the way Victoria stuttered in his office that morning after she looked at Kent when she praised Jason.Even Franklin froze a b
Jason spent the rest of the day researching and reading articles on Ponce de Leon’s Amelia was right; they were a very reserved family. There was hardly any information about them online. They liked to keep business and personal lives private, it seemed.Jason heaved a sigh. “If I could do things my way, I’d invite them dancing, then we’d talk about business later,” he said to himself.That was the only detail he knew about their personal lives; they loved to dance.Jason knew that he was just procrastinating with the research he was doing. He knew exactly what he had to do to find the information he needed to reach the Spaniards, and it wasn’t on the internet. It was in the brain of Michael Allen Grey, his grandfather.But Jason couldn’t just call and ask him. He had too many doubts about the man. He didn’t even know if he wanted to know him. He remembered what Mr. Harrington said about his grandfather changing, and it didn’t sound good. There was also the fact that his mother and
Goosebumps erupted on every inch of Jason’s skin, accompanied by a wave of chills down his body. A wave of pressure constricted his chest, and suddenly he forgot how to breathe.He shut his eyes and began to take slow, deep breaths. In and Out. Inhale, Exhale. He repeated the pattern over and over, and all the while his grandfather’s voice rang in his head like an alarm. As he closed his eyes at that moment, it was as though he opened a door to his past memory that his grandfather’s voice brought back, and he could see it clearly.***Jason is just a boy; he doesn’t know how old he is, but he couldn’t be old enough to start school yet. That’s how young he was.He sees a familiar face—his mother’s. He’s looking at her through a cream in a door. She can’t see him, but he can see her. She’s arguing with someone in the room with her."Please, you can’t do this,” Abigail cries out.A box is thrown on the ground by someone; the door is covering the person’s face, but from what Jason hears
Franklin and Jason arrived at The Rustic Lantern, a small bar near the Elysian Syndicate. It was a quaint establishment with dim lighting and a cosy seating arrangement. What caught most patrons' eyes were the dozens of lanterns that hung from the ceiling.“This place is nice; do you come here often?” Jason asked as he took in the ambiance.“Only with co-workers that I like, so not very often,” Frank said, and Jason let out a small laugh.They ordered their drinks at the bar and then sat at one of the booths.“So I'm assuming that, like me, you don’t want to talk about what’s troubling you,” Frank said as they took their seats."No, I haven’t had enough alcohol for that just yet," Jason saidFranklin smiled. “My thoughts exactly. Cheers to that.” He lifted up the glass of water in front of him, then Jason lifted his, and they clinked their glasses together, the sound resonating in the air.“So then,” Frank started, then raised his glass of water and took a sip, “tell me about your mis
“You should’ve just minded your own business." The man growled, his voice menacing. He pointed the gun at Jason and then back at the boy. “This place is empty. I kill you both right here and throw your bodies in the river. It'll be days, maybe even months before anyone finds you. So you'd better do as I say, or I'll flip a coin and decide who dies first." He pointed the gun at Jason again. “Heads, you,” he pointed it at the child, causing him to flinch and shut his eyes. “Or tails, you.”Jason put his hands up slowly. "Okay, I'll do as you say, just put the gun down.”“Shut your mouth!” The man exclaimed in a firm tone, “I make the orders here, not you. Now go, walk to that van with us.” His voice was authoritative but a tad shaky, something Jason quickly picked up on.Jason’s eyes darted between the man and the boy. The boy's big hazel eyes were wide with fear, and he was trembling. “Please don't let him take me; I don't want to die,” the boy begged Jason, his voice barely above a wh