"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
Harlan watched Kelvin walk away."Damn it!" He hit his fist on the steering wheel.He didn't want to lose his friendship with Kelvin but here he is, making Kelvin lose his trust in him. He tried to think about what to do, but nothing reasonable came to his mind. He let out a deep breath and drove back home. The clothes that Kelvin had bought were in the car and the card beside it. Harlan let out another deep breath and parked the car. The security men at the house hadn't stopped Harlan to check the car because they already knew Harlan to drive that car, but they did stop the car Jack was driving."Sir," Jack called as he got out of the car.Harlan looked at him and Jack hurried over to him."I have secured the jet that will fly you to meet Chris."Harlan nodded and walked inside.He pressed the button meant to call Maria and she came walking swiftly to him.
That's the problem with girls. You trust them, they act all lovey-dovey this minute and the next minute they are doing what they know you hate most— Harlan was going to say this, but he kept his mouth shut for the moment. Chris wasn't asking that his problem should be explained to him. He needs a solution and probably some pieces of advice."So, what's your plan?" Harlan asked."I'm confused, you know, she is the only friend I have had since childhood. I didn't believe it when I heard it, but when I confronted her, she didn't say anything against what I accused her of. It was so heartbreaking.""Did she break up with you?""No. I flew in a week after I got to know about it. I couldn't concentrate on anything and we have an exam coming up. I needed to think. I didn't know it would be this difficult for me to come to a conclusion, but the more I think about it, the more confused I am.""You just need to take it easy
Harlan brought the car to a halt in front of the bar. He could see Mr Allen and his wife there with Myszka.He got down from the car and walked over to them. The couples looked shocked."Harlan?" Myszka called with a giggle.Harlan bent over and swooped her off the floor. He threw her in the air, eliciting more giggles from her."How have you been, girl?" Harlan placed a kiss on her forehead."Why did you leave us?" She sulked, her small eyes curiously watching Harlan as if to know if he was going to tell her a lie.Harlan smiled at her, "things happened.""When are you coming back? I miss you.""I am sorry, I don't think I will ever come back.""What about me?" Tears were already forming in her eyes.Harlan smiled at her again, "we will catch up. Grow up quickly so that you will be free to go wherever you want. That way, you can visit me from t
The couples glanced at each other in surprise, obviously, they didn't imagine that was going to be Harlan's question."If you are not going to tell me, forget about the deal. And, I am not ready to offer you any help for free. We all know you don't deserve my help," Harlan said when they both didn't say anything.Mr Allen sighed and shifted his weight to one of the legs."You really want to know?" He asked."Yes."Mr Allen glanced at his wife. She shrugged.Harlan prepared to hear the worst. Maybe his parents were even criminals or worse still; drug addicts who needed their 'thing' so badly that they thought Harlan was the right thing or probably the only property left to sell."What exactly do you want to hear about them?" Mr Allen asked quietly."Are they still alive?""Yes. They are very much alive and healthy," Mr Allen answered.That brough
Harlan lay on the bed, fixed his eyes on the ceiling and thought about all he had heard.What exactly is holding his parents back from coming back for him like they promised the Allens? Did they not care about him?Or... Could the Allens have lied to him? He discarded the thought almost immediately. There was no gain in telling him lies. They were desperate people really but they wouldn't lie to him about his parents being very rich. "What if they suddenly appear and claim to be my parents?" Harlan muttered to himself.He rolled on his side on the bed at the disturbing thought. If they came back for him now, would he really want to go with them? Would he leave Mr Smith after he had promised him that he would make up for his dead son? He sighed. If Mr Smith makes a public announcement of him, his parents are bound to find out. Or...he could even have met with his parents without knowing. He closed