James now settled down in a restaurant. Although he wanted to hear what the Opportunity System, Jasper or whatever he called himself, had to say but, he was famished. His stomach growled at each second he waited for the waiter to bring his order.His order of assorted desserts adorned with edible gold leaf, along with chocolate truffles, macarons, and a gold-flecked cheesecake arrived. "It's payment on delivery," the waiter rudely said to him.James could sense that she didn't believe he could afford that expensive meal. James was getting impatient and irate. His stomach growled further. "How much is my bill?" James asked impatiently.“Fifteen thousand dollars, sire,” she said nonchalantly and stretched the payment device for him to input his PIN. "Edible gold, huh? I hope it comes with a money-back guarantee."James said as he smiled at her after he input his pin. His smile welcomed the surprise written all over her face. “Welcome to the Royal Bliss Suite,” she said apologetically. I
James sat, wondering how full of surprises Jasper was. Richard Sterling was probably the richest man in Los Angeles.How come he had a child no one was aware of? Now he says he needs his help. James entered the room he had earlier booked.Royal Bliss Suite was one of the luxurious suites in Los Angeles. James's room is on the 18th floor of the building. It's the highest subscription for their platinum membership.“You have great taste, hmm,” Jasper acknowledged as he looked around admirably."Well, since we're into ghost meetings, I ought to have picked the right place.”James nodded in satisfaction. He loves how his life is playing out."Ghost meetings deserve a classy backdrop, don't you think? Now, about the help I need…” Jasper said“Yes, tell me, how do I help you?” James asked, facing Jasper, who was seated comfortably.“I was part of a cartel called Frostbite Mafia; I was the second in command, and we were the greatest, strongest gang and the number one dealers of drugs in Mexi
James went straight to the address that Scott had sent him.He pulled over his car at the parking lot. He looked around; the place wasn't bad. He reached out to his phone to call Scott but thought against it.He made his way inside directly to the secretary. “Hello, I'm here to see... Scott.” She looked up at him before asking, “Do you have an appointment with him?”“Yes, I do,” James said in the sweetest way ever. His mind flashed to Selena. He smiled to himself; it had been a long time since he met her.“You can wait there while I inform him, you're…” She gestured, urging me to tell her my name. “James,” I said simply. “Alright, Mr. James, you can wait over there while I inform him,” she told me while pointing to a chair where I could sit.She's professional and smart. That's the best treatment he has gotten in a long while. Not quite long, a man in his late thirties came around, and his demeanor looks bossy.He is the boss in charge, and instantly, his intimidating aura filled ever
James didn't know whether he was alive or not. It was as though he was helplessly trapped in between the thin line that separated life from death and death from life. He could not move but he could feel, he could feel pain, excruciating pain. His brain was pounding in his skull and the whole of his body ached, as though he had been beaten. His heart beat faintly. Even inhaling and exhaling took massive effort from him.He could also not see anything but hear faint, distant, jeering voices mockingly calling his name."....look at him, lying there like a piece of shit……"".....what a loser he is. Definitely doesn't deserve her……"".....she chose me over you for a reason. You are nothing, nothing compared to me……"Those words flitted in and out of his head, leaving no meaning behind. They seemed to bounce and echo around his skull and he could not make it stop.The faint, mocking voices seemed to grow louder and louder until it seemed as though people were beside him, bellowing in his e
James sat up so quickly that the nurse attending to him yelped in fear. He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving. He looked around, he was lying in a cozy bed, a drip attached to his hand. The whole place smelled strongly of antiseptic. Of course. He was in the clinic.He looked at the nurse who was staring at him, still looking a little frightened."Who shouted?" He asked her."What?" She said."Who shouted? Someone shouted my name right now.""Nobody shouted your name. It's been only me here." The nurse said."But I heard someone……." His voice trailed off. The nurse was giving him a strange look, as though worried about his mental health."How did I get here? What happened." He asked instead."The guy you had a fight with, uh………""Randy?" I said, my teeth gritted in anger."Yeah, Randy. He knocked you out cold. What were you thinking picking up a fight with a guy like that?" The nurse said, raising an eyebrow.I didn't reply. It was bad enough that I had been humiliated by the gu
James trudged home slowly, still clutching his letter of suspension in his hands. He didn't think he had ever felt this heartbroken before. Nothing he had ever experienced compared to this level of sadness.He had his future in his hands but he had thrown it away. He had the opportunity to finally make something of himself but he had been too dumb, too stupid.He had come from a poor family, a broken home. His parents had gotten divorced when he was just four years old. His father never paid child support so his mother had to grind it hard, working three jobs just to make ends meet. Now, just when things seemed to finally be looking up for him; he got a scholarship into one of the biggest schools in the country, he got a job, he got a girlfriend, he had blown it all in one stupid move. He had blown it!If only he could have reversed time he wouldn't have. He would have not confronted Randy. He would have just left him to kiss and grope his girlfriend in peace. Now he had lost everyth
Randy let out a cackle. He looked around at the dozens of students who had been watching interestedly."Come on Randy. I am just a poor kid, ain't I? Or are you scared to make the bet?" James taunted and some people laughed.Randy gritted his teeth, a little annoyed. He grasped James' hand in a handshake."It's a bet Jackson." He said, loudly so everyone could hear him. He turned and walked back into his sports car."You are soooo going to lose, dick head." He said before driving off.James stood and watched as Randy's car rode into the distance until he could no longer see it. The momentary anger he had felt had dissipated, leaving behind a feeling of panic and distress. What had he done!? He didn't have any money to pay off any debt or school fees. The money in his account was barely up to fifty dollars. The school fees and debts accumulated to almost a thousand dollars. What had he done?!James turned and walked back to the house, slammed the door shut, and locked it. He paced aro
"What do you mean?" Randy asked. There was a trace of fear in his voice."You have to leave the team. You have to forfeit the finals on Saturday. That was the bet, wasn't it?""No!" Randy exclaimed. If he had looked shocked before it was nothing compared to his expression now. He looked horror struck."You have to." Another voice piped in. "That was the bet.""No, no you can't…..you can't make me." He stammered and backed up a few steps towards the exit door."Leave the team." A voice started. Before long, several voices had joined in. Soon, almost the whole cafe was chanting "leave the team" at Randy just as they had chanted "leave the school" at James a few minutes ago.Randy looked sweaty and pale. He looked around, dumbfounded. Even some of his usual group of friends had joined in chanting at him. He backed up a few more steps, turned and ran out of the cafe. A huge cheer erupted from the chanting crowd.**********************************************************James was the sud