Connor crouched down and groaned in pain as the hot liquid burned his exposed skin.Immediately, Jason rushed to his side, while Timothy stood from his seated position, but he didn’t move. He just stood, staring at Connor.“Connor, are you okay? What happened?” Jason asked. “Nothing,” he hissed in pain. “My grip faltered, I guess. I’m so sorry for messing up your floor." As Connor spoke, he made sure that his gaze was fixed on the ground. “I’ll get someone to clean this up,” he said, standing and starting to walk to the door immediately after he said it."No, that’s okay, I’ll handle it,” Jason said as he followed after him.“No, I've got it,” Connor insisted. Without looking back, he left the office.Jason stood there in the middle of his office, left both worried and confused by what had just happened.“Who’s that man?” Timothy finally spoke, which made Jason turn to face him.“That’s Connor, my chauffeur,” Jason answered.Timothy’s forehead furrowed. “Your chauffeur?”“Yes. He’s
"Okay, I’ll tell you everything I know about what happened between them.” Timothy blurted out. “Let's sit down, please.” Jason nodded. "Okay.”. Both men took their seats opposite each other, just as they were before Connor came into the office. They were both anxious about the information that was about to be shared. However, Timothy wasn't as good at hiding it as Jason was; he had to wipe his hands with his handkerchief because of the sweat that was emanating from them. Jason was equally anxious, among other things, to hear the truth, but he wouldn't let any feelings of fear or anxiety stop him from finding out what had happened. Before Timothy could speak, the door of Jason's office opened to reveal an old cleaning lady. Her entrance cut through the tension in the room and took both Jason and Timothy by surprise. “Sorry for not knocking, sir.” The woman's cheeks went red when she realised her mistake, and she stepped back. “It's fine; please come in,” Jason said softly.
“Your father was engaged to someone else at the time.”Jason blinked, shocked by the revelation. “He was?” was all that he could say. It was a strange thing for Jason to hear things about his father because, unlike his mother, he had no memory of him. And now the first personal detail he knew of his father was that he was kissing Jason’s mom as an engaged man.“Yes. Her name was Laura Goldman. She was the daughter of one of the business associates of your grandfather.” Timothy explained.“Timothy I'm sorry to interrupt, but remember, I want to know about my mother and grandfather. Is this relevant to what, happened, or are you stalling?” Jason asked."No, "No, I'm not stalling, Young Master,” Timothy said. He decided to be more direct in his recounting since there was no escaping it. He had finally accepted the fact that Jason would know the truth today. “Lauren was chosen by Grand Master Grey for your father.”“What do you mean by chosen?” Jason asked.“Chosen as his bride. It was so
“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