"Can you come to my study immediately?" Mr. Abbott asked the moment Jason picked up the phone. He looked at his bedside clock. It was 3 a.m., and Jason could only imagine the reasons why his father would be asking for it at that time. He lazily raised himself from the bed and headed out of his apartment, shirtless, and into the elevator. The house was a bit chilly, but he enjoyed the cool air. Everywhere was quiet, suggesting that everyone was asleep.As he headed to the study, he could hear quiet footsteps along the dark corridor. He turned on the lights before he saw Jacob's door slam shut. He smiled. The young man had probably stayed up late and thought that it was his dad coming to scold him for being naughty. He proceeded into the study, where he saw his father bent over some files on his desk. A smile of admiration crossed his face. He was not surprised that this was a man who had built a billion-dollar empire. His level of dedication to his work was top-notch. "Why are yo
Jason was not sure of the reason for his sudden change of mind, but it was what he wanted as well. He was working on a new company and it was dangerous to let Alex in on it. If it were not because of the way his father would react, he was sure he would have kicked Alex out at this point. He would not want a two-faced person around him. "So what is your reason for a change of mind?" Jason asked in a bid to hide his surprise. "At some point, we will have to score higher, don't you think?" Alex replied immediately. Jason nodded with a small, feigned smile. There had been so much friction in their relationship for a while, one they tried to hide. None of them were willing to talk about it. It was because of the relationship they previously shared, as though they were seeking some kind of redemption, even though they knew that it was not forthcoming. "That's interesting," he said. "We will announce your position on Monday, during the general meeting of all staff members," he added.
Mr. Abbott glanced at Jacob, his younger son for the umpteenth time. Since he told him and his sister that they were going to see their mother, he had not been in high spirits. He had never been in support of his mother's shenanigans, and he was not willing to accept it at any point. He was keen on learning about the family business from Jason. Mirinda, on the other hand, was more concerned about how she looked. She was not so concerned about her mother's absence, but today, she was enthusiastic about meeting her. "Don't you want to see your mother?" Mr. Abbott finally asked him. He made sure that Mirinda had a headset over her ears before he proceeded with any conversation with Jacob. He could not trust her, just the same way he could barely trust Emilia. "I do want to see her," Jacob answered. "I'm just unhappy that it has to be this way, in prison," he said, paused, and threw his hands in the air. Mr. Abbott only nodded. "I don't want you to think that you can blame yourself f
As Jason sat in his plane that morning, on his way to the city, his heart swelled with excitement at the mere thought of seeing Beverly. His company had sent out a proposal and they took it up immediately. He was not surprised, as everyone wanted to work with Abbott. The deal would be up for grabs the moment they refused it. He soon arrived at the airport and a car was waiting for him to take him to the company right away. They requested that he should take some rest first but he was adamant. He insisted that he wanted to get straight to work. They took him to the company immediately. Lucas was the first person he saw. "Good morning, sir," he greeted Jason as he stretched out his hand for a handshake. "We received your email and we are glad to work closely with Abbott on this project," he continued. His feigned ignorance baffled Jason. He acted like he was not the one who almost killed him the night he was drunk and was with Beverly on the balcony. "If you had refused, there w
On the day of the trip, Jason arrived late at the airport. It was one of the perks of not having an assistant to get him ready for the day. His driver did all the heavy lifting, and fortunately for him, he was at the airport in no time. He was not used to being in such a hurry.Frustration was still getting the best of him until he saw Beverly. She looked very nice in a cargo skirt and oversized T-shirt. She had a neck pillow around her neck and covered her eyes with a pair of sunglasses. Her small feet were wrapped in a pair of sneakers, and her hair glided down to her shoulders. Jason thought that she was perfect, like a goddess, sublime. He headed towards her, as he had saddled her with the responsibility of booking their flight ticket. When he got to where he was, she had a disappointed look on her face. "You know that no one has ever died from making it on time, right?" She asked him. "I'm sorry that I am a bit late," she said. "An hour and fifteen minutes is so much time,
Beverly seemed more enthusiastic about meeting up with their new clients than Jason was. Her dedication to her job showed so much in her extent of selflessness. She was at Jason's door an hour before the meeting. She did not think that it was appropriate for her to go to his room. She thought that he might meet her at the lobby late, and she had some things she needed to put together first for their pitch in the meeting. She tapped softly on the door and Jason opened up immediately. He was shirtless and only had his slacks on. They hung loosely around his waist, as he did not have any belts on yet. "Can you at least put on some clothes?" She asked him. He tried to stifle laughter as he made way for her to step inside. Somehow, he felt like she was just putting up a hard side towards him, so he would not take her vulnerability on the plane to heart. As she stepped in, her body brushed against his and she felt goosebumps afresh. She wondered what made her feel that way towards hi
"Does he hit you?" Jason asked her firmly. She trembled at the sound of his voice but she did not say anything. He could not believe it. They looked so much in love for him to be hitting her. He remembered Caleb saying that Lucas had a history of abuse in his past relationship when he was doing his scrutiny check. He had not been so sure because the girl was tagged as a desperate person, who just wanted to make him look bad in the public eye. The case was never reopened after that period. "You know you can say something to me and I can help you, right?" He spoke calmly this time, as he thought that he was scaring her. "That's the problem here, Jason," she flared. "I don't need your help.""You are with a man who makes you his punching bag and you are ready to ensure?" He asked her, bewildered. She was silent for a while. "At least, my life is no longer complicated like it used to be when I was with you," she said. "Lucas loves me and that is all that matters."Jason wondered wha
Jason was still thinking of Beverly's quick move on him as he sat on the plane, heading back home. Never in his life did he think that he was going to refuse an advance that came to him. He still remembered how her lips felt against his, and how gentle she had been with him. She took his hand herself and placed it around her waist, making him touch her. But his mind was still at work even in that situation. There was a level of self-control that he possessed that was beyond words. He had disentangled himself from her immediately and looked into her lust-filled eyes. Nothing stopped him from placing her against the wall and pounding hard into her, but he did not think that it was right at all. "We are more than this, Berv," he said. "I don't understand," she replied, still feeling embarrassed that he did not seem interested. "We are more than all these people hiding to do things behind Lucas' back," he stated clearly. "But he is not here and he would never know about it," she
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