“What the hell happened here?” they said simultaneously as they slowly walked into the apartment.The apartment was in disarray like a tornado had torn through it. The largest couch was turned upside down, and its cushions sprawled across the living room floor. Also scattered across the floor were shards of glass from shattered pictures and shards of broken dishes.“Be careful; there’s glass all over the floor,” Connor warned Jason as they stepped in, his eyes roaming all around his vandalised apartment.“Really? I didn’t notice,” Jason said sarcastically, attempting to lighten the mood. “Who could’ve done this?” Connor asked rhetorically.Suddenly it clicked in Jason’s head, “This is is Danny’s doing. I’m sure of it.”"Unbelievable,” Connor muttered under his breath. He flipped the couch back to its normal position and sat on it, burying his face in his hands. Guilt and rage were rising in Jason as he kept on looking at the state of the apartment.“I’ll get a broom to clean up the
“Lost something in the office? Did you find it?” Danny sneered and inched closer to Jason. “So not only are you a disrespectful scumbag, but you’re also a thief,” his tone dripping with venom.Danny slowly walked away as he said, “You know what we do to thieves around here?’”Before Jason could even blink, Danny carried a long pole from one of the tables and swung at Jason, but Jason’s reflexes saved him, and he was able to duck down and dodge the hit, much to Danny's displeasure.Danny tried to pick up her weapon, but Jason punched him before he could, causing him to stagger to the ground.Just like the last time Jason and Danny had a physical altercation, a crowd of workers had now gathered around them.“Don’t just stand and stare like idiots; help me out!” Danny yelled at the workers.Immediately, Ron and three other workers rushed to Jason and tackled him to the ground. As they struggled with him, Jason’s only worry was that the documents he hid in his pants wouldn’t fall out.Wit
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