Back at the Sinclair mansion, Jason and Cristopher got to work following the instructions given to them by Dr. Reynolds. They were both in the nursery, preparing Lana for bed. Jason gently laid her down in her crib, carefully tucking a light blanket around her, while Christopher double-checked the placement of the cool-mist humidifier.Lana squirmed slightly as Jason adjusted the blanket, her tiny fists waving in the air. “Make sure it’s close enough to her, but not too close,” Cristopher said, his voice tinged with lingering anxiety.Jason nodded, adjusting the humidifier to a perfect spot near the crib. “There. That should do it.”As the humidifier began to whir softly, releasing a gentle mist into the air, Lana’s breathing seemed to settle even more. She blinked up at the swirling mist, her eyes wide with curiosity. Christopher watched the fine vapour dissipate into the room, feeling a sense of calm wash over him as he saw Lana settle.“I think she’s already breathing easier,” Chri
“Tomorrow is the day, gentlemen. I'll have control over the Elysian Syndicate, and the Russians won’t be able to threaten us anymore,” Kent declared, a wide grin spreading across his face.That was Kent’s voice; Jason was sure of it.“What Russians is he talking about?” Jason asked himself“Jason, aren’t you coming?” Christopher whispered.Just then, Jason got the idea to record the conversation. He patted down his pockets to check for his phone, then got it out, but as soon as he turned it on, it ran out of battery.“Damn it” Jason cursed “Jason, what’s going on?” Christopher asked."Christopher, hand me your phone," Jason ordered, his tone urgent.“Kent, you’d better be as sure of your victory as you sound." Stefan’s baritone voice said. “You know Anatoly has already threatened you.”Jason became even more anxious to record the conversation. “Please just give it to me; it’s important.”Christopher had never seen Jason so desperate for something, so he nodded and put his hand in his
Jason arrived at his penthouse a few minutes before midnight. As he got ready for bed for the second time that night, Jason replayed what little he heard from Kent, Andrew, and Stefan’s conversation in his mind.Now he knew for sure that the Sinclairs wanted Kent to win the election. He assumed at first that they wanted him to win so that they could use him as a puppet, and while he still thought that, from what he heard there was another factor. The Russians. He wondered so they were and what their role in all of this was.He also thought back to what Andrew said about Franklin. He heard clearly that Kent convinced Franklin to vote for him. But from the way they talked about it, it seemed more like blackmail than convincing. Is that the reason why Franklin has been looking so worn out lately? Jason thought to himself.“What does he have on him?” Jason repeated the same question that Andrew asked.Jason’s anxiety rose as he thought of how all of this could affect the elections. He con
Franklin and Mr. Harringron arrived at the Elysian Syndicate early that Friday morning. They were in Mr. Harrington’s office, sitting opposite each other.“This is the document that formalises the transfer of ownership of my shares to you,” Franklin said, holding up an envelope with a document inside. He outstretched his hand, handing the envelope to Mr. Harrington.Mr. Harringron breathed a sigh and hesitantly took the envelope from Franklin. “Franklin, are you sure about this?”“Sir, if I wasn’t sure, then I wouldn't have formalised it. I’m positive that this is what’s best." Franklin said, his tone firm even though inside he felt like falling apart.“And what if I don’t vote in your favour?” Mr. Harringron said.“I know you’ll do what’s right. I don’t know where your sudden fondness for Kent spawned from, but you have to remember why you didn’t like him before,” Franklin sneered.“It’s not that I didn’t like him; I just thought that he was greedy and ambitious, but he has proved me
After the stock report meeting ended, Amelia and Franklin followed Jason to his office.“I just knew you had a plan; I never doubted you for a second,” Franklin beamed.Amelia cocked a brow at him. "Yes, you did.”Franklin’s cheeks flushed. "Well, then, thank goodness, I was wrong to do that,” he said cheerily.Jason smiled. “I won’t lie; at one point, I even doubted myself.”“Why didn’t you tell us that you did it on purpose?” Amelia said as she playfully shoved Jason’s shoulder.“Wasn’t the surprise more exciting?” Jason retorted.Amelia nodded. “You’re right, it was." She clapped her hands in joy. “I’m so happy for you.”“Thank you, Amelia, but let’s save the rest of our joy for after the election,” Jason said, his expression turning serious."Oh, come on, with the success of your investment and what you did at Prodigy Structures, I’m sure that you’ll win." As Amelia said, she didn’t look at Jason; instead, she fixed a probing gaze on Franklin. “Don’t you think so, Franklin?”Frank
Mr. Harrington walked to the head of the table and took his seat. Franklin looked at Mr. Harrington and then looked away, his heart pounding in his chest.Kent glared at Franklin, giving him a warning look. Roland did the same to Victoria, who had broken into a cold sweat because of the tension. Amelia caught the way that Kent looked at Franklin and shook her head, cupping her face in her hands.As for Jason, he felt like there was no worry or anxiety left in him. He leaned back in his chair, getting comfortable.“Okay, we will start voting from right to left. Jason, you’re first.““I vote for myself,” Jason said with confidence.The next person to vote was Kent. “I vote for myself,” he declared with equal confidence.So far, everything is going as expected. The next person to vote was Roland.“I vote Kent." Roland wasted no time in expressing his vote.It was now Victoria’s turn. Even though her gaze was fixed on her feet, she could feel Roland’s glare on her body; to her, it felt l
Jason, Franklin, Amelia, and even Victoria all had wide victorious smiles on their faces when they heard the news. They had to hold back screams of joy.On the other hand, Roland and Kent seethed. If looks could kill, then Kent’s glare would’ve sent Franklin six feet under. Kent dug his nails so deeply into his palms that he drew blood. “Now you’re going to rot in hell forever, imbecile,” Kent murmured. “Excuse me,” he said, then walked out, Roland following after him.Everyone watched them leave, but they didn’t focus on that. Immediately, they all began to extend their congratulations to Jason.“Congratulations Jason… I… I know I didn’t vote for you, but you have no idea how happy I am that you won,” Victoria said. Jason couldn’t detect a trace of insincerity in her tone or in her eyes as she spoke.“It’s okay, Victoria; I’m sure I was your second choice." Jason joked.Victoria laughed; it was the first time Jason had ever seen her so carefree. "Yes, you definitely were.”Franklin’s
"No, they can't do that,” Amelia exclaimed. She began to charge towards the officers, but Jason held her shoulder to stop her movement.“Why are you holding me back? Can't you see that Franklin is getting arrested?” Amelia sneered.“I know, but look at his face; he's accepting it.”“Jason I can't believe what you're saying! You want us to leave him?” Amelia said her tone was mixed with disbelief and rage.“For goodness sake, of course, not Amelia. But right now, we need to calm down until we know the whole story. Don't make a scene; we might make it worse for him.” Jason explained.Amelia paused and thought of everything Jason said. She nodded slowly. “You're right,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She and Jason focused their gazes back on Franklin.They cringed as they watched the officer snap the handcuffs onto Franklin’s wrists. Jason watched, a mix of emotions churning inside him. He wanted to shout and protest as much as Amelia did, but he had to hold himself back, an