After a while, Jason was done getting ready. He was staring at the paper that had Patricia’s information on it when his cell phone vibrated. He checked out what it was. It was a text from Connor saying that he had arrived and was waiting downstairs.“He’s here,” Jason said to Reuben as he stood up from his seated position.Reuben stood up as well. "Alright, let’s go; we don’t want to be late for the bus!” Reuben said with a playful smile as he hurried out of the apartment.Jason sighed and shook his head at Reuben’s unseriousness, then walked out of the apartment and locked the door.The two men went downstairs and saw Connor standing right outside the lobby of the apartment complex. He looked neat, clad in a formal dark suit, a white shirt, a conservative tie, and polished black shoes.“Good morning, Boss,” Connor blurted out as soon as his gaze landed on Jason. Immediately, his eyes widened slightly, and his expression became awkward and apologetic. “I’m sorry, I forgot that you did
“So what’s it like to work for one of those big fancy corporations?” Connor asked Jason as he drove him to the Elysian Syndicate.Jason let out a soft chuckle. "Honestly, in some ways, it’s a lot like working at the construction site.”Connor’s eyebrows shot up, and he let out a short, disbelieving scoff. “You’re kidding, right?”“No, I'm serious. I mean, obviously, they have differences, and the conditions are much better at the Elysian Syndicate than at the construction site, but just like Danny at the site, there are many corrupt people at the Elysian Syndicate, ambitious and greedy people who would do anything to get what they want,” Jason explained, his tone turning more earnest as he drew the comparison.Connor stayed quiet for a few seconds, then replied, “I understand now. You’re right, they are alike in that way. Not that I’d know; I’ve never worked at a company like that.”“Would you like to?” Jason asked.“Oh no, don’t tell me you want to give me another job. Your heart's t
After overheating Franklin and Jason’s conversation, Roland headed straight to Kent’s office.“We have a problem with those Imbeciles Jason and Franklin,” Roland announced as he barged into the office. Roland’s face almost went pale when he looked up and saw that Lauren, Kent’s secretary, was in the room with him, showing Kent some documents.“Lauren, please excuse us,” Kent said with an icy glare fixed on Roland.“Excuse me,” Lauren said in a hushed tone as she walked out of the office and shut the door behind her. She was slightly upset, as she was intrigued by what Roland had said and how he barged into the office with such urgency, but she knew that staying back to listen wasn’t even a possibility. “Maybe Jason and Franklin aren’t the only imbeciles around here,” Kent hissed as he glared at Roland.“How was I supposed to know that she’d be in here?” Roland retorted.“How were you supposed to know that my secretary could be in my office?” Kent replied incredulously, raising an ey
“Good morning, Young.” Timothy started, but once he saw the look on Jason’s face, which warned him not to call him by the honorific. “Good morning, Jason,” Timothy said, correcting himself. Calling Jason by his first name made Timothy slightly uncomfortable, and even if Jason was never a big fan of being called Young Master, it felt strange to hear Timothy call him Jason.The air between Jason and Timothy was thick with unresolved tension from the last time that they spoke on the phone. “Good morning, Timothy,” Jason said in a flat tone, which amplified the awkwardness in the room.Franklin's eyes darted between Jason and Timothy. Noticing the tension between the unease that Jason felt, he decided to excuse himself so that the two men could discuss it in private.“If you both will excuse me, I have some documents to sign in my office. Jaso, we’ll discuss later,” Franklin said. He greeted Timothy, then walked out of the office.For a few seconds, both men stood in silence, which Jason
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