Jason headed straight to the lecture hall for the first lecture of the day and sat down quietly as he waited for the class to begin. As usual, everyone avoided him like a plague.
He was known to be the pauper of the school, therefore who would like to accept a pauper.
The seats in his left and right sides were empty, making him feel lonely in a class full of people.
Each students made sure they fled from him, and at the slight contact, they tried every means possible to emaciate humiliation.
His only best friend, Caleb, for some reasons, was absent and was nowhere to be found. He tried calling him but there was no response. He looked through his lecture schedule.
He did not quite like economics, but the professor was nice. He did not ask very difficult questions in his tests.
The economics professor soon strolled in for the first class and began to teach. Jason glanced at his wristwatch. He was glad he did not have to go to work anymore.
He had been thinking of getting a new job before the encounter of last night, where a humongous massive and unbelievable sum of money was deposited into his account.
He would have been looking for a way to juggle his work and school. However, he was still very much interested in fashion and would be attending classes early in the morning as usual.
He was still lost in his thoughts when the principal entered the lecture hall. The professor stopped talking and allowed the principal an audience.
All the students were suddenly very attentive because they knew that the principal was a hard man and would not condone a laissez faire attitude toward school work
"Jason Abbott," the principal thundered. "Where are you?" The round middle aged man asked.
Jason did not answer or utter a single word at first as he could not believe that the principal was actually looking for him.
Why is he here? Why is he searching for me? He thought to himself.
Multiple questions raced through his mind as he tried to think about what could possibly be his offense.
Anthony folded a paper into a ball immediately and threw it at him.
With a gasp, he jolted back to reality. Everyone burst out laughing and Jason felt unhappy about what was happening.
Once again, he felt humiliated, and wondered when each student would get to see him with a different face
"Stand up there young man," the principal thundered and he sprung to his feet immediately, still shaking like a leaf.
"A report came in this morning that the college fund has been stolen," the principal began, addressing the entire class.
"I did not believe it until I checked myself and the money was truly gone," he paused and looked around the class before his eyes fell on Jason.
"Apparently, you have been accused of stealing the funds," the principal said to him.
"No I did not do so," Jason answered, stuttering hard. He was standing up when the whole class was seated and was accused of theft by the principal. He did not know what other form of humiliation could be worse.
"Keep your mouth shut," the principal ordered. "You would have been expelled from this school immediately, but from what I see, you have a very brilliant academic record, so I will give you a chance to redeem yourself," the principal continued.
Jason listened, hoping that whatever condition the principal gave him would be favorable and not make matters worse. He was already in a very bad and inhumane place and would do whatever it took to redeem himself.
However, he still had to pray to get a simplified punishment, at least maybe for what he never did.
"You are going to return the whole money you took from the college fund and you can resume school," the principal instructed.
Jason Abbott immediately thought about it. Returning the funds that were stolen would not be a problem to him as he already had enough in his bank account.
The only problem was that he would always be labeled as a thief by other students which was not a good look at all.
The humiliation would be greater than it was before.
"But sir," Jason began. "I did not steal any money at all," he said in his defense.
"Shut up you liar," Cecilia interjected. "I know that you stole the money, you poverty-stricken boy," she said. The whole class burst out laughing again.
"From your record that I have in my office, it is stated that you are an orphan and you have moved from one foster home to the other in the course of your life," the principal began again.
"It is also stated that you are working two jobs just to pay your fees and keep up with your rent," the man continued.
He then paused for a brief moment before he spoke again.
"Look around you," he began again. "This is a school for the wealthy in society and from the records, you are nothing but someone struggling to meet up," he continued before he looked into a paper in his hand.
"You even barely meet up… So what's the point of being here?"
"From what I have here," he continued. "You have outstanding tuition fees that have not been paid," he said. "Which leaves me with the question of how you got yourself into this school in the first place?" He added.
"So who knows if you did not steal the money just to pay your fees or your rent, you thief," the principal stated in a stern voice.
At this point, Jason was speechless. He did not know what to say again. All the odds were against him now, leaving no room for him to defend himself.
His case seemed like the perfect situation and he would eventually have to bear the brunt of the accusation.
"Suddenly, you do not have anything to say?" The principal asked.
"Cat got his tongue," Anthony said and all the class burst out laughing again, humiliating Jason further.
"I am not a thief sir," Jason said, finding his voice at last. "There is no evidence to prove that I stole anything," he added.
"I know you are a thief and this is not your first attempt at stealing," Cecilia lied, making matters worse. He wish he could just make her shut up.
"I give you just three days to return the money you stole or you can get ready to face the music," the principal said and began to head out.
He stopped suddenly and turned around. "And by music, I mean jail," he added before he headed out leaving Jason in a perplexed state, not because he could not afford the money, but because he was branded a thief.
Jason decided that instead of staying in the class and being humiliated further by other students, he would follow after the principal and try to make him understand that he is not a thief.He would apologize if he had to. He just did not want to be labeled a thief. The stigma would stick throughout his stay in college and he was just in his sophomore year.As the principal got into his office, Jason followed after him. "What are you doing here?" The principal asked him, seething with rage. "Please sir, I want you to know that I did not steal any money from the school," Jason pleaded. All his pleas fell on deaf ears as the principal did not bother to spare him a glance. He was adamant. He decided that he would not walk away.Jason wanted to speak again, at least to say something or better still vividly explain himself, but the ringing of the principal's telephone interrupted him. The principal answered him immediately, and it was a call from one of the major sponsors of the college
The principal was still at a loss as to what to do about the call he had just received. He did not know how to begin to apologize to Jason for the humiliation he had cost him."Is there a problem sir?" Jason asked him. He had noticed the way the principal had been staring at him as though he was thinking of what to do to him. "I need you to go to your class for now," the principal said to him."But sir," Jason interjected. "I'm here to make you understand that I did not take the college fund that was stolen," he said."Don't worry about it," the principal said. "Just go to your class," he added. The principal knew that even though Jason was the culprit, the money would be refunded in a blink of an eye because his father could do so.Once Jason was out of the office, the principal got to work immediately. He had to make sure that Jason was truly the culprit before he began to make such decisions against the poor boy.He thought of a way to go about it, and almost immediately, an idea
Cecilia was dumbfounded at what had just transpired. She did not think for a minute that she would ever be caught and her heart raced very fast. She did not know what to expect from all of it, but she decided to remain calm until the video ended. The whole class turned to look at her immediately and she was so ashamed of herself. Even Anthony had shifted from her. He had no idea that she was the culprit all along. He thought that she was telling the truth when she said she had caught him stealing the money."Stand up there, Cecilia," the principal ordered. She stood up immediately, still trembling like a leaf. The whole class burst out laughing because of how afraid she was."Here is your real culprit," the principal announced as he pointed to her. There was a slight murmuring in the class. Everybody was surprised that she was the one behind it all."I am not the culprit," she protested to everyone's surprise, speaking for the first time. "Then who is the real culprit?" The principa
As soon as Cecilia walked out of the class, the bell went off for recess. What transpired in the class was what was on everybody's lips as they headed to the cafeteria for lunch. While the other students were in the cafeteria having lunch, Cecilia was beginning her punishment of cleaning the entire college camp. Anthony, her boyfriend, had ditched her immediately. He did not want to be associated with her as everyone saw her as a thief.All eyes fell on Jason as he got into the cafeteria and headed toward the food stand. They all saw him as the untouchable principal's pet and no one would dare to bully him anymore.As he sat down and was ready to take his first of his meal, his best friend, Caleb, who worked together with him, came and sat before him."I did not see you in class today," Jason said to him. Caleb was the only friend he had, the only person that sat close to him in the class, and his absence in class was felt by Jason who sat all alone."I was helping my new girlfriend
Jason's hand left her waist immediately as he stood up straight to look at her, bewildered, but not annoyed. His face still stung from the effect of her slap, but that was the least of his worries at that time. "Are you okay, sir?" Alex asked him. A guard reached out for the lady, but he insisted that they let her go. She huffed, adjusted her jacket, and went ahead to stand in the queue."You do not treat a lady that way," he said softly to the guard, his eyes not leaving the young lady. Alex followed his eyes and smiled softly.She was beautiful, almost to a fault, and she had a long mane of wavy hair that rested elegantly on her back, reaching below her waist. Jason had never seen anyone so beautiful in his life before, and she fascinated him. There was a small scowl on her face that suggested that she was not happy about something, but he would not know as he had not spoken to her.Something tugged in his heart, a will to protect her, to not see her suffer. He had heard of lov
Jason proceeded to walk up to her despite Alex's attempt to stop him. He buttoned up his suit before he got to where she was. She was bent over and looking at some forms that had the bank's logo on them, and she did not seem to notice him. He came to stand beside her."Hi," he began. She looked up at him, and he saw her face fall in disappointment. She was not planning to see him at all. If she was surprised at his change of outfit, then he sure did a good job at concealing it. She returned her attention to what she was doing initially without saying a word to him. It hurt him, but he did not mind, and Jason was not discouraged."My name is Jason," he said to her again. "Who are you?" He asked, and on a sudden realization, he rephrased his question. "What is your name?" He asked.She still did not say a word but proceeded to join a long queue of waiting customers. He followed after her and stood beside her in the queue. Alex shook his head in pity at Jason. If Jason knew how powe
Jason did not know what was expected of him to brace himself up to go see his father. The way the driver and Alex exchanged glances was enough to make him believe that his father was a god.He probably lived in a mansion with a fountain and numerous servants to attend to him. Little did he know that he was in for a big surprise.When they stopped at an open field, right on top of a cliff, Jason was fixated on what was to happen next. His life over the past few days had been full of surprises, and he had slowly begun to prepare his mind efficiently for them. They waited for a full minute before Jason began to hear the loud whirring of a helicopter that soon landed before them. It met Jason with mixed feelings.He had always wanted a ride in a chopper, but at the same time, the anxiety of meeting his father for the first time was overwhelming.Jason was helped to climb in first. He was strapped to a seat and given a headset with a mouthpiece. Alex followed after him, but the bodygua
Mr. Abbot was a fine man, tall and slender, a far cry from what Jason had expected from someone who was going to retire in a few months. The man standing before him did not look like he was going to retire soon. Alex said he was approaching his seventies, but he did not look a day over fifty. There were no wrinkles, just as Jason had expected. His skin shone in the light instead, and his hair glistened. It was wrapped in a bun and looked like it took so much care to look that way. The hair was a sign that this was his father. He had a large amount of hair, but this was one he usually left falling over his face.He looked like an angel, perks of living in paradise, aside from the blue ray glasses that shielded his eyes. That was the only proof that old age had set in. Aside from that, he could be mistaken for a model that just slipped off a magazine cover.There was just one thing that Jason found amusing. His outfit. He had suspected something a lot more corporate, as someone ha
On the day Daphne was discharged from the hospital, she decided that she wanted to go see her father in jail. Jason suggested against it, but she was not willing to comply. She had her reasons and when she persisted, he let her be. She took her child with her as well, and Jason's hands were tied as he knew that their relationship was stiff at the moment. There was no need to aggravate it.“At least allow me to come with you so that I can keep an eye on you and the baby,” she offered. “I want to do this on my own. I have my reasons,” she said to him. “And before you act stupid, don't ask any of your men to follow me,” she added before she got into the waiting car. She knew however that he would not just let her go like that without company. She could already see two cars following after her at a reasonable distance, but she did not mind. She needed the protection anyway.&nb
Jason waited until it was nightfall before he headed to the safehouse where Gustavo had kept Angelina. He wanted to be as discreet as possible, and Gustavo had been high on surveillance since Jason told him what they needed to do. When they got to the safehouse, another round of surveillance was done before the door of the car was opened for him to come down. He headed to the front door and headed to the stairs that led to the basement.Angelina was tied to a chair in the relatively empty and spacious basement, and it was a bit chilly, so she was asleep. He stood at a reasonable distance before her and stared at her for a while. It was almost unbelievable to him that she was at his mercy at this time. She was supposed to be the most powerful woman in the state, but she was crippled at his mercy.“Wake her up,” he finally ordered. A bucket of wat
The meeting that Klaus called for was one that Jason did not want to attend. It was as though there was something that he harbored within him, a kind of guilt that washed over him. However, he knew that if he did not attend, Klaus would be highly suspicious because he had a fallout with Angelina. One more seat was empty when he got to the venue. It was Angelina's seat, and the table was quiet, as Siman and Rasheed were not so much of the talkers. As expected, Klaus was unhappy, but this time, he was not pacing about like one without a purpose. He was just sitting quietly, as though he was in deep thought. Jason took his seat and stayed silent as well. He did not intend to break the silence that had ensued, so he just kept his cool. “I have not seen or heard from Angelina in four days,” Klaus began. “I have sent her a ton of messages, and I cannot get to her assistant as well.” Gustavo had made sure that there was a heavy massacre in the warehouse that day. He made sure that none of A
Jason woke up with a start and looked around him. A wave of relief overshadowed him as he discovered that he was in his bedroom. He looked to the side and saw that there was a drip bag attached to his hand. As he attempted to lift his hand, a sharp pain shot through his arm and his shoulder, forcing him to let out a loud groan and fall back on the bed. He soon began to recall what had happened the previous night, and all the events came rushing back at him. It made him panic as he did not see Daphne or the baby in the bedroom with him. He struggled to get up again and pulled away the drip on his hand. He stood up and attempted to walk out. He wobbled and landed on the floor, causing a loud noise. The door opened and Gustavo walked in to help him get back on the bed. Jason closed his eyes in exhaustion. “I decided to bring you home because I did not think that you would like the attention that staying in the hospital would cause you,” Gustavo began. “That's a very good decision,” Jaso
“First of all, I want you to start with the way you took Maxwell down,” she began, and Jason glanced at Daphne, who seemed to be listening keenly as well. She would be so disappointed. “Oh! She does not know?” Angelina asked. “Can you just stop?” Jason asked her. “So, the woman that you claim to love is not aware that you are the one that put her father in jail, and soiled her family reputation, right?” She continued. “I'm not going to say anything about that,” Jason sounded firm. He did not intend to spill, and he was not just making up his mind at the moment. He had decided not to spill anything since he left his house. He saw how desperate she was for his confession, and he wanted to use that to his advantage. “Before I say anything, I would like you to tell me what manner of business you run here,” he said as he leaned in. “My merchandise is none of your business,” she said to him. “Well, if you need my confession, then you have to explain what this business is all about because
Jason got into the car, took a deep breath, and took out his phone to place a call to Angelina. Even though she had sent someone to monitor him as he drove to the address, she still asked him to be on a video call the entire time, to ensure that no one was in the car with him. He was getting exhausted from her rules, but he had to comply because of his family. She had proof that she was with them, and he was the only one that could rescue them. Gustavo had thought up a brilliant plan, and things were already in place, giving Jason added confidence. He was not too sure that his plan would work out, but in the end, he blamed it on the nerves. He started the car and began to drive without taking one more look at the screen, where Angelina was watching him. “You are cute by the way,” she began when the tense silence had lasted for a while. “I have envisioned you in my bed a couple of times, not gonna lie,” she continued. Jason swallowed hard at this statement. He was already disgusted. A
Jason clicked on the speaker button on the phone so that everyone could hear what the caller was going to say. The line was silent for a while, and Jason thought that it was just a prank call. “Hello Jason,” a familiar voice finally came on the line. It did not take him long to figure out who was on the line. He could detect Angelina's voice in a crowd. It was too deep for a female voice. “I am guessing that by now, you are shaken with fright at the disappearance of your wife and daughter,” she said with some kind of amusement in her voice. Her audacity annoyed him so much. “Angelina, I swear, if anything happens to them, you are going to regret it,” Jason fired at her. Ben immediately signaled him not to say anything again, so that they would not provoke her. Jason did not seem to care at all. He was just angry. “I would not be making threats if I were you,” she said. “You have no idea where I am or where your wife and child are, so I would be quiet and cooperate if I were you,” she
Jason was confused about what to do next at the moment. He kept trying to call her as he dashed to the elevator that led to the penthouse they occupied in the mansion. He prayed that by some miracle, Daphne was upstairs and sleeping peacefully with their son. That would give him so much relief. But when he got there, the room was empty. He went ahead to look into the bathroom but there was no one there. His heart began to thump loudly as he rushed downstairs again. Gustavo was waiting for him when he came downstairs. “I can't find Daphne and the baby,” Jason blurted out in a worrisome voice before Gustavo could even ask him what was wrong. “I had two of my men follow her to the hospital. Let me try to call them,” Gustavo said as he took out his phone. He was so calm, as though he was very confident that there was nothing wrong with them. Gustavo called them over and over again but none of them answered. He began to get worried as well. “This is very unusual,” Gustavo muttered as he
Jason stood up from bed very early, as he had a long day ahead of him. It had been three weeks since Jacob had been released from jail, and just like he had promised, he decided that he would give Jacob an orientation to the family business. Daphne was still very fast asleep when he was done dressing for work. He could not blame her at all. She had been awake for some time during the night to cater to a crying Benjamin. After the nurse left, it had been difficult for her to adjust to taking care of the baby alone. At some point, it was as though she was getting frustrated with the responsibility that she was saddled with and she would start crying. When he noticed that, he would usually offer her a helping hand so that she would not feel abandoned or frustrated. She appreciated his support. It showed in the way she embraced him or the way she kissed him. Jason walked up to the bed and planted a kiss on her forehead, causing her to stir in her sleep. “I'm off to work, baby. You know I