“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
Victoria was finishing up work for the day when she heard a knock on her office door. She sighed as she organised documents on her desk, making sure everything was in order for the following day.“Come in,” she said. She heard the door open and then close, but she didn't look up to see who it was; her eyes were still fixed on the documents she was organising.“You look so serious, Victoria. What’re you doing?” Roland said as he inched closer to her.She paused her movements once she heard his voice. Suddenly, it felt like there wasn’t enough air in the room for the both of them. Slowly, she lifted her head up to face him, her heart racing.“Roland… I’m organising,” she answered, then continued to organise her documents, but her pace had now increased as she tried to maintain her composure.Roland placed a hand on hers, stopping her movements. “You’re trembling,” he said, amused. “What’s wrong? Are you scared of me?”"No,” she said, her shaky voice betraying her. “I’ve just had a lot o
Jason had finished work for the day. He closed his laptop and began to pack his things up when he heard a knock on the door.“Come in,” he said.The door opened, and Reuben walked into his office. He wolf-whistled and looked around the place in awe as he walked inside.“What’re you doing here?" Jason sighed"Hey, don’t you dare even pretend like you aren’t happy to see me” Reuben warned Jason as he plopped down on the couch.“Oh my gosh, Reuben! So nice to see you, what brings you around these parts,” Jason exaggerated in a high-pitched voice.Reuben smiled. “Now that’s more like it.” He stood up from the couch and then sat on the spinning chair. “I’m here to check on you. Your latest episode gave me a real scare, even though I should be used to you getting into trouble by now,” Reuben said as he spun around in the chair.“Really? Because it looks like you came to play in my office,” Jason said."Hey, two things can be true at once, you know. And besides, I’m offended that you didn’t i
As Franklin stormed out of Victoria’s office and walked into the hallway, he realised that the last thing he said to Victoria was more to himself than to her. His mind reeled as he wondered whether or not he had made the right decision with what he discussed with Mr. Harringron.Before he could finish his train of thought, he felt a body collide with his."Sorry,” he murmured as he crouched to pick up a few of his things that had fallen to the ground due to the collision.When he was done, he got up and looked apologetically at the person he had bumped into and offered a second apology. “Sorry again…” but once he locked eyes with Kent, his words caught in his throat.“What, you're not going to apologise anymore because it’s me? How rude.” Kent said with a smirk.Franklin simply glared at Kent, then kept walking, but Kent held him by the shoulder to stop his movements. "Hey, I’m still talking to you. Why are you in such a hurry?”“What the hell do you want?” Franklin seethed as he turn