Harlan took a deep breath after the call had ended. He dialed Jack's number, who answered the call almost immediately.
"Check out one of the best schools two cities away from here and prepare a transfer letter for five guys. I would send you their name later," Harlan said as he strolled out of the campus."Okay, Sir. I see you are going out already. Should I drive toward you?" Jack asked at the other end."No. I will call you when I am ready to go home.""I get that Sir," Jack said at the other end.Harlan decided to get a few clothes to see if people would stop looking down on him if he goes to some important outing like he had to the day before.He navigated to the browser on his phone and searched for the best place to get clothes. A lot of them fascinated him because of the ways each mall was advertised in a unique way. He finally decided to go to the one that interested him most.He swallowed hard before taking his eyes from Justin's direction. He remembered how Justin had insulted him a few minutes ago."I don't know him." Harlan finally said, looking away from Justin, at the same time, almost hating himself for having this heart of compassion.Justin looked, eyes widened at Harlan, not believing what he just heard."Harlan. It's me, can't you see me?" Justin asked, hurt."I don't know you," Harlan said again."Come on, I was only kidding the other time. I didn't mean what I said. This is the time when the brotherhood bond that we both share should be strengthened. Help me get out of this mess!" Justin said desperately.Harlan cleared his throat and looked at Justin as if he was just seeing him for the first time all his life. In his mind Harlan was like 'brotherhood my foot'."I don't know you, man. If you need someone to apologize on your behalf, go meet som
Mr Smith yawned and rubbed his eyes, closing them for a moment before opening them again. He sent the last order to his personal assistant and swirled the chair he was sitting on around.He felt as if his brain was going to shut down all activities soon. Used to that feeling already, Mr Smith rubbed his eyes again. He had dark circles around his eyes for not having had enough sleep throughout the week.He turned to one of the laptops on the table and punched in a few commands on it. His brain that felt as though it was going to shut down soon became alert as he watched his son. Mr Smith had been unable to watch the several videos of Harlan that had been sent to him during the week because of his tight schedule. He soon watched it to the scene where Harlan had gone to the meeting and almost fell because he took a sip of vodka. Mr Smith didn't know when he started laughing. He couldn't imagine that someone existed who couldn't handle his drinks well. He replayed the scene several times
"I will go take a shower now that I have remembered it. After dinner, we could try having a drink together," Mr Smith said, standing up and feeling some weakness in his knees. He felt bad having heard that Harlan hates his father but he couldn't make the conversation longer than that, less Harlan becomes suspicious and that was the last thing he wanted at the moment.Harlan wondered if he had made Mr Smith angry because he mentioned his father. He watched him ho inside."Damn it. I shouldn't have mentioned that," he muttered to himself and ran his hand in his hair.Later in the night after they had both had dinner, they sat on the rooftop with a few bottles of vodka and two glass cups."The night looks great," Mr Smith muttered.He had always imagined how it felt to come back home at the weekend to his family and just do nothing but watch the shooting stars and anything that caught his interest."Yes
Jason shrugged, "I don't know where he is."The grandfather chuckled. Jason had always been his favorite of all the rest of his grandchildren, although he tries not to make it obvious, at times like this, he couldn't hide it by thinking that Jason was trying to be funny."You are really a funny one, grandson. I should have put the question in the correct way. "Where is Harlan Smith living?""I don't know, grandfather," Jason said without any apology. He could feel his father's stares on him.The grandfather frowned, "what do you mean you don't know where he lives?""I don't even know Harlan Smith," Jason added."That's rubbish! Do you think we are all fools?" One of Jason's uncles bust out."Hey, Jason, stop kidding and answer the question correctly," Jason's father said, trying to intervene and when he could make eye contact with Jason, he gave him a warning look.
"How have things been going for you these days? I am sorry for not coming to your house to check on you," Kelvin said apologetically as he and Harlan went inside a small compound."I don't blame you man, we are all busy with life," Harlan said with a shrug."It is weird the way I can't stop thinking about Harlan Smith. Do you think about him at all?" Kelvin asked."Why would I think about myself? Their are pretty much thinking to do more than that," Harlan said as a matter of fact.Kelvin gave him a side eye look, suggesting that he thought Harlan was joking."That doesn't sound funny, man. These days you suck at telling jokes. Just don't make jokes like these to someone else, otherwise you might have to explain how you got a swollen face in the hospital."Harlan gave Kelvin a playful punch, "I have hands to defend myself."Kelvin chuckled, "don't you think it's weird the way I thi
Kelvin's lips curved in a smile, "you could tell me you are bored and needed a break instead of saying my friend looks like Harlan Smith."Jessica shook her head, sure of what she was saying. The pictures of Harlan Smith she had been able to garner on her phone looked like the guy sitting a few meters from her."I am sure of what I am saying. Take a look at the picture and you will see for yourself what I am talking about," she passed her phone to Kelvin who looked at the pictures on her phone.Kelvins glanced at Harlan and shrugged, "you could say they look alike somehow." He returned the phone back to Jessica."He is even putting on the same cloth as Harlan Smith's," Jessica added, looking at Harlan who had refused to say anything. He decided to just watch the turn of events. Maybe Kelvin would finally believe he is Harlan Smith if someone else points his attention to it."Girl, I must not deceive you. This Harl
Harlan hurried out of the restroom to meet Kelvin, unable to continue the chat with Madame A."I have been waiting for you for the past few minutes. What were you doing there?" Kelvin asked when Harlan got to where they had been doing the tutorial. Jessica was not in the room any longer."Nothing," Harlan dismissed quickly, not willing to share the fact that his mother might still be alive with Kelvin.Although Kelvin doesn't believe Harlan is Harlan Smith, he would definitely believe Harlan if he tells him about someone sending him messages and telling him that she is his mother's sister, but Harlan wasn't ready to tell that yet.Kelvin narrowed his eyes on Harlan, "you have a girlfriend already?"Shocked and surprised at the same time, Harlan opened his mouth, but was unable to say anything for some moment."Just be reasonable. If I have a girlfriend, what money do I have to give her when she start
"Do you say it's important?" Harlan asked Jack, not wanting to leave Kelvin without explaining how he got about his new identity to him."Yes Sir. I have been trying to call you but you haven't been answering. It would be better if started coming with me right away," the note of urgency wasn't hidden from Jack's voice.Kelvin went from surprise to shock. He could never have imagined anyone talking to Jack casually like that. Talking less of someone like Jack talking to Harlan with such respect."Kelvin, let's talk some other time, I have to attend to this," Harlan patted his friend who was just too shocked to say anything. He stared at Harlan as Jack opened the door for him to get inside the car."Where are we going?" Harlan asked as Jack drove along the highway at a rather high speed."Boss informed me that you are to take over the post of the chairman for one hotel, we would soon be there," Jack said as he overt