“Jason, Jason, open up.” Amelia and Franklin had been screaming and banging on Jason's door for the past seven minutes.“What if he left while he was drunk last night and got lost... or kidnapped?” Amelia said, her heartbeat racing at the possibility.“Should we ask the security men for the CCTV footage from last night?” Franklin suggested.Amelia snapped her fingers. “Good idea. Let’s go.”It took them a few minutes to convince the security guards, but they eventually showed them the footage, and the last thing that the CCTV cameras captured of Jason was when Amelia and Franklin escorted him to his apartment.“Thank you,” they said, thanked the guard, and left the security room.“So that means he’s in the apartment,” Amelia said.“Then why the hell won't he answer or open the door? I don’t get it. You saw him last night; sure, he was drunk, but he wasn’t blackout drunk." Franklin scraped his fingers through his hair. Suddenly he remembered something from the night before: “The woma
As soon as the door was moved out of the way, Franklin and Amelia bolted into the apartment. "Hey, you haven’t paid me?” Franklin rushed to him and slapped a hundred-dollar bill into his hand without even checking how much it was. The carpenter grinned and walked away when he saw the bill.The first thing Amelia and Franklin saw when they entered the apartment was Jason’s unconscious body sprawled across the couch."Jason, wake up!” Franklin shouted, and he realised he was ridiculous for thinking that would wake him up as soon as he said it.Amelia grabbed his shoulders and shook him gently, but he was completely unresponsive, limp like a rag doll.Amelia and Franklin soon realised that getting the apartment door open was one thing, but waking Jason up would be a whole other ball game.They tried everything that came to mind. Amelia tried to lift his eyelids, but it was like trying to open a stuck drawer. They exchanged worried glances, thinking he may even be in a coma.“I think we
Jason staggered out of the apartment complex. He crossed the street and nearly got crushed by a car.“Watch where you're going, dumbass!” the driver yelled.“Sorry,” Jason yelled back and stumbled to the sidewalk. He hailed a taxi, "T-Taxi.”The taxi stopped in front of him, and he got in, stumbling while he did. “Where to, sir?” the taxi driver asked.“Just drive; I’m trying to get away from two crazy people,” Jason slurred.The driver thought that Jason was in real danger and became alarmed, his eyes widening. “Of course, sir.” He stepped on the gas and drove away.***“I can’t believe you let him escape," Amelia exclaimed as she walked down the street.Once Amelia got the call, she ran out of the grocery store and joined Franklin to search for Jason.“Now’s not the time to play the blame game, Amelia; I already feel terrible as it is,” Franklin sighed as he brushed his hat back with his palm.“You’re right,” Amelia nodded. "Sorry, it’s just that this is all so stressful. And to to
“Jason?” a voice said from the crowd. The person rushed to the scene and broke up with the two men."Hey, don’t hold me back; this imbecile knocked my fruits down.” The man pointed at the fruits that were sprawled all over the floor. “And he said my apples weren’t fresh.”“But they’re not,” Jason slurred."Jason, be quiet,” the person turned to him. It was Christopher. Jason’s eyes widened, and even in his dilutionary state, he was surprised that Christopher helped him. “You?” he blurted out.Christopher’s expression softened when he took a good look at Jason. “Are you okay?” he asked.“I’m fine. It’s this guy that’s got a problem,” Jason pointed at the vendor.“I’m going to kill him.” The vendor lunged at Jason, but Christopher stood between the two of them. “Get out of the way! This is between me and him,” the vendor growled.“Can’t you see he’s not well?” Christopher told the vendor.“Let me knock some sense into him then,” the vendor yelled.“Go ahead!” Jason urged the man."Jaso
“Damn son of a…” Franklin muttered a string of profanities under his breath."Jason,” Mr. Ponce De Leon called out as he approached Jason.Jason sighed and shook his head. Right then and there, he knew that he had fallen right into the trap set for him. A mix of emotions was rising inside of him, but the most prominent one was rage.And his rage gave birth to frustration because he didn’t know who to be more angry at. The people who drugged him—Kent and Roland—and the stupid smirks on their faces or himself for falling into the trap. He felt like he had failed those who were rooting for him, especially Franklin and Amelia. But one person he wasn’t angry at was Mr. Ponce de Leon. He understood that, from his point of view, Jason was irresponsible and had too much to drink, and that discouraged him. “Jason, I hope you can understand why I did this." Mr. Ponce de Leon said.Jason nodded. "Completely, sir." There’s no need for you to explain it to me,” he glared at Kent as he spoke. “I
With a sense of trepidation, Jason raised his hand and knocked three times on the door of Mr. Harrington’s office, the sound echoing throughout the hallway.“Come in,” he heard Mr. Harrington say from inside the office.Jason opened the door and stepped inside the office. “You asked to see me, sir.”“Yes, Jason, please take a seat." Mr. Harrington gestured to the seat that Jason had sat in the first time he was in his office.Jason took the seat; the velvet cushion that once felt comfortable now seemed to suffocate him. Jason didn’t need to be told why Mr. Harrington called him here; he already knew why. It was evident in the disappointment in Mr. Harrington’s eyes.“Jason, I think we need to discuss your problem." Mr. Harrington said, his face solemn. “And there’s no need to be ashamed or deny it; I’m not judging you.”Jason furrowed his brows in confusion; out of all the things that he thought Mr. Harrington would say to him, that wasn’t one of them. "Sir, I’m sorry, but I’m not fo
The next day came, and it was time for Jason and Kent to buy the stocks.Jason tried to study the market and decide which stock was best to buy, but he had a splitting headache due to the hangover from the alcohol and drugs combined.The stockbroker was on the phone, and Jason and Kent each had to choose which stock to buy. Each of them was. given fifteen million dollars to invest. As Jason was trying to read up on what he could find on the market online, he received an email from one of the investment sites that he had been browsing.It read.TOP TEN BEST STOCKS TO BUY THIS YEARIt was followed by a list of companies. This all seemed too good to be true to Jason, but it was coming from a trusted site.As he contemplated the legitimacy of the email, he felt a sudden, sharp pain in his head, causing him to wince in pain. “Do I trust this?” he asked himself.“Mr. Grey, are you there?” The stockbroker asked."Yes, I'm here,” Jason replied.“Sir, I'm still waiting for your response. Mr.
“What was that imbecile going on about? '' Kent mumbled to himself as he walked to his office.He opened his office door to find an unpleasant surprise waiting for him inside. His eyes widened and turned flinty. “What the hell are you doing here? We agreed that you’d never contact me again,” he hissed. He locked his office door and charged towards the source of his anger.It was the blonde he hired to spike Jason’s drink at the restaurant. She was sitting cross-legged on the chair in front of his desk. “Calm down for goodness sake; don’t be so uptight. I just want to talk,” the woman smiled.“Get out of my chair and out of my office now! Are you crazy? Don’t you realise that someone could’ve seen you walk in here?” Kent hissed in a hushed tone.“I’m not moving an inch until I'm properly compensated,” the woman said, flipping her pin straight tresses.“What the hell are you talking about?” Kent sneered.“I don’t think I was paid enough for the very risky job that I did for you. I mean