Mr Nobody

Chapter 2

"We come to you now with breaking news. Owner and founder of the Adams association, Gregory Adams, was found dead this morning. Witnesses say he had died naturally and..." 

Jeremy switched off the TV, the news report serving as a stark reminder of the inevitable. He placed the remote on the table before him and reclined on the sofa, his posture radiating a sense of dominance. Yet, his almond-shaped eyes betrayed a hidden turmoil within.

Just then, Lucas, Jeremy's trusted right-hand man, entered the room dressed in black. He glanced at Jeremy, a hint of curiosity in his eyes, questioning the presence of the visitor. "Sir, he's here," Lucas informed, silently pondering the significance of this meeting.

"Let him in," Jeremy replied, and a young man walked in, donning a friendly smile as he approached the sofa where Jeremy sat. "May I sit?" the man asked, and Jeremy nodded in assent.

The man took a seat opposite Jeremy, initiating the conversation. "Thank you," he began, a touch of gratitude in his voice. 

"For what exactly?" Jeremy questioned, his brows furrowing. 

"For doing the dirty work I always wished to do but couldn't," the man replied, his smile taking on a sinister quality.

Tristan Adams, was the son of the late Gregory Adams.

 Tristan's words hinted at a dark truth, insinuating that Jeremy had played a role in Gregory's demise. "I know you killed him," Tristan continued, his smile still present. "He stepped on a lion's paw, and everyone knows what happens when a person does that. They get devoured. I warned him about you, but he never listened, just like all those years he ignored me."

Growing increasingly irritated by Tristan's presence, Jeremy questioned, "So why are you here now?" 

Tristan's reply piqued Jeremy's interest, momentarily diverting his attention from his annoyance.

 "Like I said before, I actually came here to thank you. The Adams family won't press any charges, and I'll ensure the Adams association stays out of your way in the future."

Jeremy nodded, his focus shifting back to the impending conclusion of the conversation. However, Tristan's next words grabbed his attention.

 "Not trying to push my luck or anything, but if you truly want the Adams association to remain at a distance, you should consider dealing with my Uncle. With my father gone, he's proposed that the company be handed over to him. It might be in your best interest to remove him from the equation."

Jeremy scoffed internally, frustrated by the audacity of Tristan involving him in their family affairs. "Deal with your family issues yourself; don't involve me in any way. I couldn't care less about who takes over your father's company. But if any of you dare to test my limits again, be prepared to face the consequences. I'm certain you're not ready to face your father again, are you?" Jeremy's words held a warning, the weight of his authority palpable.

Tristan gulped, his bravado momentarily diminished. "Of course not. You're right. I'll handle my family matters myself. I apologize for inconveniencing you," he conceded, his tone laced with a hint of contrition.

"Good. We're done here. Leave," Jeremy stated firmly, dismissing Tristan. With a sense of finality, Jeremy exited the room, leaving Tristan to contemplate his next moves.

The unspoken alliance between Jeremy Nobody and Tristan Adams had begun to take shape, forged in the aftermath of Gregory Adams' demise.