"Kelvin?" Harlan called in surprise, wondering why his friend was behaving out of the ordinary.
"Man, I knew what I said was going to hurt but I just had to tell you. No harm, man. I didn't mean no harm. Just telling you the facts like a concerned friend."Harlan shook head and tried to dismiss what Kelvin had just told him."If I were you, buddy, if I were you, I would become wise. I will use my common sense." Kelvin said again."Look, Kelvin, I have a lot to think about right now, don't make me scared. I just told you that Mr Smith promised to be my father forever," Harlan said, tired of hearing Kelvin talk like that."Yeah, I heard you. I have been your friend for the past twenty one years. We have been friends since we were toddlers. And for the past twenty one years, I haven't gotten you into trouble. I have always told you the things that are good for you. If you don't want my advice now that your status has"Hey, Harlan, are you out of your mind? You just heard every one of us introduce ourselves, who the heck do you think you are?" Adrian snapped."Is he some prime minister of some sort? He just waltzes in here and tells us to introduce ourselves. Why? What gives him that right?"Roger had an amused smile on his face, "you and I are never really going to get along.""Don't worry, Roger, I will make sure he is out of this group so that we can replace him with someone sensible." Cecilia said."You are always making threats that you can't carry out, Cecilia.". Harlan said."Harlan, if you don't shut that mouth of yours, I will shut it for you. You this stupid thing," Jason spat.Harlan gave Jason a hard stare, remembering Wallace Stone. He clenched his fist but didn't say anything. After all, Kelvin has advised him to mind his business and there is really no use avenging someone who is dead. But no matter
Harlan grinned, "no one's life depends on useless people.""Yo, man, let's get things ironed out. I am not a fan of complicated and useless conversations. How much are you willing to do the research for?""Don't you get it? I am not doing it alone. It is supposed to be a joint work, isn't it?""Protocols can be ignored here, nigga, just —""My name is Harlan. If you can't refer to me as that, restrain from using terms instead of my name." Harlan cut in rudely.Roger smiled, amazed at how Harlan could know that he is Bobby and still be talking to him in this manner."Yo, man. How much do you want? I will pay you."Harlan shook his head, "how else am I supposed to tell you before you understand?""Look, Harlan, forget about protocols. The old man who assigned the project is going to understand, that is if you know that you were the one who did the research alone. He will und
Mr Allen and Mrs Allen were inside their car, each of them had a sunglasses on the face. The car was parked not far from the school entrance where Harlan would probably pass if he were to go out from the school. Their eyes were fixed at the campus large gate."Do we even know if he still attends this place? You know, he could have flunked out," Mr Allen asked quietly, his eyes still fixed on the gate."I am not sure he can do that. His role model is Mr Smith. That dream to be a lawyer cannot die easily.""You know, life is mysterious. Who would think they will have anything in common?"His wife shrugged before saying, "So we can be sure he is here."Some moment later, Mr Allen sighted Harlan and tapped his wife to get ready."Remember that the plan is to persuade him to follow us home. If he doesn't want to do that, we will force him. Drag him if we can," Mr Allen told his wife."I don'
The couples scrambled away into their car and at once, Mr Allen drove away. He stopped a few meters away from their house."That man scared the breath out of me," Mrs Allen said, clutching her chest and breathing heavily."If we had not sent Harlan away, this wouldn't be happening," Mr Allen said wistfully."What?" She shot her husband a glare, "are you trying to say that Harlan took away good luck from our home?""At least, if he were here, things would be very easy. You know how much he cares about Justin, don't you?"She bit her lip."He wouldn't have hesitated to serve as a houseboy instead of Justin.""Stop talking as if we won't find a solution to this without Harlan," Mrs Allen said angrily.Mr Allen looked out through the windscreen. Myzska had asked about her brother countless times but he has been too to tell his daughter that Justin is serving as a houseboy beca
"You mean to ask if I want to meet with the prime minister's son?" Harlan asked, his eyes widened."Yeah. If you don't want it, it's okay."Harlan shook his head slowly, "dad, where is the real Harlan Smith?"The question caught Mr Smith unaware, but because of the nature of his work as a lawyer and a businessman, he quickly caught himself and took a sip from the beer, thinking about the best answer to give Harlan."Why do you ask?" Mr Smith asked, buying himself all the time he could."Well...you know, I am curious just like everyone else. I can't go see the prime minister's son without knowing where the real Harlan Smith is.""Actually...Harlan Smith...he is dead." Mr Smith lied.The word was an automatic bombshell. Harlan froze on his seat."What?""He died ten days after his birth. You have probably heard about my marriage life. You know, my wife and
"What do you mean 'I don't mean that'?""I mean, it's not possible for you to come here without your card and expect to go with the clothes you picked. Simply put, go return those clothes if you can't find your card," the cashier rudely.Harlan remembered picking the card from the car's compartment before getting out of the car with Kelvin."I am sure I brought it." He muttered and continued checking his pocket."Maybe your pocket has got some holes," the cashier suggested."No. There are no holes there." Harlan said."Or maybe the card has got wings. It could have flown away the moment you stepped into this place," sarcasm wasn't lost in her voice.Harlan wanted to reply to her, but when he realized the mockery in her voice, he bit his lower lip."So, what are you going to do? Look around for it?""Just a moment," Harlan dialed Kelvin's number to ask him if
"Mom, he is no gentleman. He is the poorest guy in Healy law college. He is also in my department," Adrian told his mom."What has that got to do with him staying here?""He heard that you own this place and now, he is claiming that he is my best friend in school, because of that, he wants to go away with all these clothes," Adrian lied."What? Young man, is it true you don't want to pay for those clothes? Do you think this place is a charity organization? This building alone cost a millionaire dollars, not to talk about the million worth clothes that are here," she told Harlan with a snap.Harlan was going to explain to Adrian's mother that he didn't come here to go away with the clothes without paying for them, But he stopped himself from doing that. What sort of mother would believe someone else's word over her son's own?"Actually, before you came in, I was asking Adrian of the amount all this place is worth,"
Harlan noticed that people were starting to pull out their phones to take pictures of him. He quickly stood up, carried the shopping bag that had the clothes he had bought and went outside. He got into his car and sped off."Harlan?" Kelvin called in disbelief beside Harlan."Man, what came up? I was almost beaten up there, I couldn't find the card," Harlan said and glanced at Kelvin.Kelvin opened his mouth ajar for some moments, "so what happened? How did you manage to get out?""I transferred the money for the clothes. And guess what?"Kelvin bit his lower lip in regret. He had deliberately taken the card from Harlan's pocket when he wasn't looking so that Harlan would be embarrassed inside the clothing store. He had no idea about the money Harlan had in his account. "What?" He asked, hating himself for not thinking well before carrying out his plan."I paid for everything in that p