Jason was still reminiscing about the events of the evening when he came home.
He still had an hour before he met with his Nigerian investors, and he thought he would have a bath first.
His dinner was already on the kitchen counter when he entered his apartment with Alex, but they were already too full from Beverly's house.
As he entered the bedroom, he saw his father seated on the sofa in his bedroom.
He was surprised at first, but his father smiled in a way that calmed him down.
"I didn't know you were back," Jason began as he tore his suit from his body. "I see that you had some sweet love with your wife," he added
Once her alarm went off, Beverly got out of bed to get ready for work. It was safe to say that she had been anticipating Monday morning.She had contemplated if it was safe for her to return, and she thought it best.She needed the money to take care of herself and her brother. She had asked Sammy to stop working and focus on his studies, so she could take care of him like he had been doing.She was still not speaking to her parents, but she did not let it bother her one bit.She wanted to focus on her life and not be mindful of people who bore so much hatred for her.She was soon on her way to Jason's apartment. She had put so
Jason headed to the bed and lay on it, facing the ceiling, as Beverly watched him. As she approached him, he pulled the duvet over his face and turned around to the other side. His anger was bad to behold.He looked like he was going to break down at any point, and it melted her heart. She had promised herself that she would never harbor any form of affection towards him. But he had proven himself over the months that he was serious about her. After the scandal, she had not hoped to hear from him. But he had kept an eye out for her, gave her a house, and even gave her a job in an environment where she was supposed to be cautious. He had proven that he would be there for her no matter what happened. She walked towards the bed, took her time taking off her shoes, and joined him on the bed. Even though he felt the bed dip on the other side, he did not turn around. She moved to where he was and held him lightly from behind. He still did not budge, and it bothered her. Her eyes wi
"I'm home!" Sammy called out as he entered the house with a pack of tacos. Micheal rushed out first and hugged him. He dropped the pack he was holding and lifted the lad into the air and down. "You seem so excited today," Beverly said as she walked out of the bedroom. "Guess who passed all his papers this semester," he said excitedly. Beverly broke into a blissful smile as she walked towards him and hugged him. "I'm so proud of you," she said. "This calls for a celebration. We are going out," she announced, and Micheal was the happiest. Beverly had been so busy with work that she had not had so much time for him. Since she was dismissed early, she decided that she would as well spend time with them. Sammy's news was a good reason to do so.They soon got dressed and filed up in Sammy's old truck, which Sammy said that he only used because it could still move. They headed to the park since they were in the mood to have some fun. Sammy and Micheal headed to the games section while
Beverly was still wailing when they got to the house. It was difficult for them to find a cab that could get them home after the incident. Sammy tried to console her, but she was too wrapped up in the spur of the moment. He held her close to him as they got into the house. She sat on the sofa, tears streaming down her face, as she thought of what to do."I strongly think that this is not a coincidence," she said. "Someone must have planned this.""I agree with you," Sammy said as he paced about thoughtfully. His instincts were not going to lie to him. He knew that something was off the moment he saw the accident scene. He knew that the accident scene looked so unreal, and the policemen around grew some beards, were without badges, and looked quite ruthless. He would have just waited there with the other cars. But a thought came to his mind. They probably planned for those vehicles to be there as well, and they would have eventually attacked them even though they had chosen to stay
Mr. Abbott walked towards her in a black suit with a black hat on top of his head. He was not just the villain, but he had made an effort to dress the part. Jason had once cracked a joke about how much effort he put into his dressing, saying that he should have been a model and not a businessman.But as she looked up at him now, the expression on his face was stern. He looked at her with so much disgust, as though he would spit on her. The last thing she wanted to do was be associated with these brutal, wealthy men who would not hesitate to put someone six feet into the ground in a split second. She trembled as he reached out and touched the top of her head, his other hand casually in his pocket as he looked down at her. She looked like a puppet to him in this position. She had been forced to kneel before him."I guess by now, you should know why you are here," he began in a surprisingly soft tone that almost calmed her down a bit. "I don't think I do, sir," she answered, her voi
It was the third day in a row and Beverly had not been to work. Her phone lines were switched off and he had no idea where she was. His schedule had been too occupied to grant him some time to go to her house. Thanksgiving dinner was the last day he had been there and he thought that he could squeeze out some time to go see her later. When the door of his apartment slid open, he hopefully wished that she would walk through the door in her normal crispy manner, but it was only Alex. He resumed his coffee with a disappointed look on his face. "It may seem as though you are not happy to see me," Alex began as he approached him with the morning news. "You know me too well," Jason said. "Like the palm of my hands boy," Alex said as he retreated. Jason admired the way Alex was too professional. Even though they had developed some kind of bond over the years, Alex still knew that there was a thin line between work and friendship between them. He had been more reserved since after the
When Sammy came face to face with Jason, he could not believe that he was the gentleman he had seen the other day. He looked red with anger, something that he had never associated with Jason before. Anger. But there was a reason why it burned. It was out of fear that Beverly had probably left him, and that there was no chance of seeing him again. He wanted to pity Jason, but he was not forgetting that he was the reason she had to go away in the first place. At all costs, he wanted to protect his sister and niece. "Where are they?" Jason asked without mincing words. All he needed was a direct answer so that he could get to work."You think that I would tell you that so easily?" Sammy asked with a mischievous smile. Jason felt challenged. It was not the time to stand up to him, at a time when his anger was raging. He ordered Sammy to be put into the car, and they drove out of the school. Sammy could only wonder where they were headed, and Jason had already given the signal. They
Jason waited for a few days, and there was no reaction from his father. It took him a few hours to realize that what he did in the office on that day was a dumb move. Still thinking that he was in his right, he expected some sort of patronage from his father before he would return to the office, but none seemed forthcoming.He decided to wait until the next morning, but Alex did not show up. He had gotten out his clothes for work that day and was already sipping his coffee, but no one walked through the door. He thought that his father would probably come upstairs to speak to him. But he was wrong. Everyone went about their jobs and their duties, but he was left out of it all. It was at this moment that he wished that he was still speaking to Caleb. Their relationship had turned sour very quickly, and even though they saw each other in school, they were not speaking. He had stopped coming to work at the office, and from what he heard, he had resumed his job at the restaurant. J