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
Jason knew that his father could be full of surprises, but this was beyond what he could ever imagine in a million years. He did not know why his dad would bring in someone new. It showed that his father had just been waiting for a single act of misbehavior from him to strike. Fred, a tall, handsome man, stepped in and walked toward where Mr. Abbott stood with a big smile on his face. He shook his hand as everyone stood up to applaud him.Jason still sat transfixed. He did not know how to react to the situation at all, and he just clapped slowly. Everyone glanced at him as they clapped, as though they expected some sort of reaction from him. For the rest of the meeting, Jason was lost in his thoughts. He did not know where he stood at all. He wondered what would happen to his position or the office he was in at the moment. He wished someone would hand him a new job description so he would know how to go about things. He looked at Alex, who did not seem too surprised. It looked
Jason stood up and turned around to see his friend looking down at him with a plastic bag in his hand. He did not mind that there were tears in his eyes. He could be vulnerable with Caleb. He stood up and went to where Caleb stood. They looked at each other for a while before Caleb opened up his hand to give him a hug. Jason hugged him immediately and cried on his shoulders. "I'm still mad at you, though," Caleb said to him as they disentangled from each other. "I know," Jason said. Caleb smiled at him. "I would like to know everything that happened, but first, are you hungry?" He asked Jason. "I bought dinner," he added as he raised the plastic bag in his hands. They entered the house, and Caleb's baby sister came in through the front door. She practiced volleyball every day after school, and Caleb always said that she was on her way to the Olympics. She held Caleb's wheel in their mom, from the backyard, and they all sat down at the dinner table. Jason could not believe ho
"Where?" Jason asked him. "Remember that day that I came to see you from school," Caleb began, and Jason nodded. "I saw Alex talking to this man, and I know this because my suspicions were already heightened at that time," he said. "Are you sure about this?" Jason asked."I just want you to keep an open mind and not be too trusting of this man that you say is your ally," Caleb said. He still did not want to believe that Alex was behind it all. Besides, the man was always at his side, and there was possibly no way that he could be the one taking those pictures. Except he had someone working for him. "Even though we want to blame Alex for this, we need tangible evidence that will show that he is indeed responsible for it all," Jason said. "That means we just have to keep a close eye on him," Caleb said, and Jason nodded. Just then, Caleb's baby sister flung open the door."Abby!" Caleb called. "What did I tell you about knocking?" He asked her. "Well, if you agreed to stay on cam