“Then he’s going to have to get used to the idea of not getting what he wants because now more than ever, I’m sure that I want nothing to do with that man.” Jason declared it resolutely. “Young Master, I understand that you’re upset, but you can’t mean that," Timothy said, his voice faltering."Timothy, with all due respect, you don’t understand. Neither you nor I truly understand the hell my mother went through. I know what it’s like to be treated like less of a human because of how much I have to say about my name or my status, and it’s disheartening.” Jason retorted, fresh anger swelling inside of him.Timothy realised once again that there was no use in trying to argue with Jason at the moment. “You’re right, young master,” he sighed. “But there are two things I’d like to ask if you please, if I may.”Jason clenched his jaw, trying to reign in his frustration. He knew his anger wasn’t really directed at Timothy. Taking a deep breath, he finally said, “Okay, fine, you can ask.”“T
As Jason walked by his office, he felt weighed down by the conversation that he had just had with Timothy and everything that it revealed.As it turned out, Michael Allen Grey was much like the man that Jason despised, Stefan Sinclair. He wondered how he would ever let go of the rage he felt like Timothy advised him to.Now that he understood his memory perfectly, his grandfather wanted to kick them out because they were a stain on the perfect family image. “And now he wants a relationship with me,” Jason scoffed.“Talking to yourself? Have you finally lost it, Grey?” Jason heard Kent say it from behind him.“If it isn’t my best colleague, Just the guy I wanted to see,” Jason said sarcastically as Kent walked up to him so that they were face-to-face.“Don’t be sarcastic with me, Jason; I'm genuinely worried about you. I mean, it’s not so farfetched to think that you’d go crazy after all with your recent investment, and what happened with the Ponce De Leon deal, you’re showing signs o
“Well, she just left without even saying goodbye. Two days ago, she came in here to submit her letter of resignation, which shocked us all. Then I went to see her at her house later in the day to know what was going on, but it was empty. She packed up and left. I tried to call her, but it said her number was disconnected,” Brianna explained, her voice tinged with worry.Amelia’s eyes widened in disbelief, the frown on her lips faded, and her mouth opened slightly in shock. Jason’s jaw clenched, and he exchanged a troubled look with Franklin, whose brow furrowed deeply. The room fell into a heavy silence as the weight of what Brianna had told them sank in. Each of them felt a mix of shock and frustration, realising that Patricia’s sudden disappearance had thrown their search into chaos.But shock and frustration weren’t all that they felt. At the back of their minds, each of them was thinking that Kent had something to do with Patricia’s sudden disappearance.“Amelia? Are you there?”
The end of the workday soon came. Jason spent the last few minutes of work and practically the emitiré day, looking at reports from the stock market. It looked like his plan with Noratz was not moving the way he thought it would, but he decided not to worry just yet and to trust the process instead.Since the day that the stock analyst read the reports, word has spread around the office about Jason’s decision to invest in a failing company. Even the secretaries were gossiping about it, claiming that if the Elysian Syndicate would lose all its money due to his ‘bad’ investment, they’d blame him for making them lose their jobs.But Jason didn’t let any of the talk get to him. He already anticipated that people would talk when he made his decision to invest in Noratz, and he wouldn’t have gone along with it if he didn’t trust in his plan.But even he had to admit that it was a risky one. Jason’s phone rang, tearing his attention away from his desktop. He checked the caller ID and saw th
As Jason walked to his car, the thoughts of his grandfather and mother that he tried to push out of his mind seemed to flood it. “Hey Connor,” he said to Connor, who was standing in front of Jason’s Mercedes, in a low tone, his exhaustion evident. “Good afternoon, boss,” Connor said. He knew exactly why Jason was like this, as he had listened to the conversation that he had with Timothy, and he planned to use Jason’s state to his advantage. He entered the driver's seat of the car and started it. Jason slumped into the passenger seat, his eyes distant as he stared out the window. The hum of the engine was the only sound in the car, a comforting monotony that drowned out the chaos of his thoughts. Connor glanced at him through the rearview mirror, calculating his approach. After five minutes of silence, Connor cleared his throat. “Pardon me if I’m being nosy, but you don’t seem good, Jason,” Connor began, his voice carefully neutral. “Is everything alright with my favourite execu
After Connor dropped Jason off at his apartment, his work day ended. It was early in the evening, and the sky over the city was comprised of a soft, fading blue, tinged with gold as the sun began its descent.Connor looked up at the sky and smiled. “Beautiful evening,” he muttered to himself.He walked on the street for a while to pass the time. After five minutes of walking, he lifted his left arm to check the time on his wristwatch. “Twenty more minutes till 5:00 pm,” he read the clock to himself.It was time for him to get going, so he went to hail a cab. Standing on the curb, he outstretched his arm to stop the first cab he saw. The cab veered towards him, its tyres crunching softly against the asphalt. Connor stepped back as the cab pulled up beside him.Once he boarded the vehicle, he wasted no time in telling the driver the address he was to take him to. But it wasn’t Connor’s house address; it was Timothy’s.Eventually, the driver reached Timothy’s neighbourhood.“Just park in
Late at night in Jason’s penthouse, as he was drifting off into sleep, the notification sound of his phone jolted him awake. Jason blinked against the darkness and fumbled for his phone on the nightstand. His fingers finally found the cool, smooth screen. He took the phone in his arms and turned it on, the bright light piercing through his grogginess, illuminating a new message from Timothy: “Good evening, Young Master, I apologise for sending this so late, but here is the contact information of the therapists.”Jason squinted his eyes to read the message. He tapped on it so he could see the full list of therapists and their contact information. There were three of them in total.As Jason stared at the list, he wondered if therapy was really the best way to unlock his past memories. Jason breathed deeply, and his mouth stretched out into a wide yawn. “I’m too tired to think of this right now,” he rasped, then tossed his phone on the bed, returning to sleep.The next morning, Jason w
As Jason walked into the therapist’s office, his heart raced with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. His steps and movements were hesitant as he approached the receptionist’s desk. When he reached the desk, the receptionist's warm smile greeted him; for some reason, Jason felt like he recognised her. “Good morning, sir. How can I assist you?” The receptionist inquired. Now that Jason had a closer look at her, he was certain that he had seen her before, but he couldn’t remember where. “I have an appointment with Dr. Smith,” Jason replied. “Okay Sir, may I have your name, please?” The receptionist asked, fingers poised over the keyboard. “Jason Grey,” he answered. The receptionist paused for a second when she heard his name. She looked at Jason with a furrowed brow, then immediately turned her face to her keyboard. As she typed away, Jason could swear that he saw her cheeks redden. “Ah, yes, Mr. Grey. You’re all checked in. Dr. Smith will be with you shortly. Plea