Jason eyes bored into Lisa's head as they rode the elevator up to the twentieth floor.Seeing Lisa with hier boyfriend made him upset not because he liked her but because he didn't think he was good enough for her, at least that was what he told himself. The truth was that he was jealous not to mention confused as to when she found herself a boyfriend. Just yesterday, she was dancing in the park with him and now she had gotten herself a boyfriend?He not only didn't like him, He thought he was an asshole with a the personality of a street urchin. He couldn't understand what the fuck an elegant woman like Lisa could possibly see in a man like that.Lisa could feel Jason's eys boring through her skull from behindShe held her breath as he tension in the elevator thickened. She was trying not to turn around because she knew exactly what she'd meet, Jason's angry eyes.She didn't know what was going through his head but whatever it was couldn't possibly be good, not with the way he was
Jason sat in the middle of my living room, waiting for Otis to come pick him up so they could both go clubbing.Staying in was messing with his mind and he kept thinking about Lisa and how hurt she'd looked when he'd practically insinuated that he would be sleeping with Miss Ashton.He felt bad about his choice of words and actions and he'd felt like this since he left the office. He'd seen her living with Daniel and he'd gotten pissed momentarily but had instantly gotten over it.He knew that Daniel wasn't a threat. She had a boyfriend after all, one he hated with a raging passion.The doorbell rang and Jason stood up and went to answer it, holding up his hand to stop the maid that was about to.He opened the door and frowned when he saw who was at the door.Celia Daniels."What the hell are you doing here?" Jason growled, glaring at her with hatred in his eyes.He couldn't believe her audacity coming to his house after what she had done to destroy his friendship with her husband.
Jason sat in the middle of my living room, waiting for Otis to come pick him up so they could both go clubbing.Staying in was messing with his mind and he kept thinking about Lisa and how hurt she'd looked when he'd practically insinuated that he would be sleeping with Miss Ashton.He felt bad about his choice of words and actions and he'd felt like this since he left the office. He'd seen her living with Daniel and he'd gotten pissed momentarily but had instantly gotten over it.He knew that Daniel wasn't a threat. She had a boyfriend after all, one he hated with a raging passion.The doorbell rang and Jason stood up and went to answer it, holding up his hand to stop the maid that was about to.He opened the door and frowned when he saw who was at the door.Celia Daniels."What the hell are you doing here?" Jason growled, glaring at her with hatred in his eyes.He couldn't believe her audacity coming to his house after what she had done to destroy his friendship with her husband.
A tray of empty wine glasses was delicately balanced in Jason's hands as he glided smoothly among the partygoers while wearing a sharp black waiter's outfit.The visitors mixed and spoke while donning their best gear in the lavishly decorated space. Grandpa Hastings' one-year memorial celebration was marked with a sombre yet lavish gathering.Jason's demeanour radiated humility as he gathered the visitors' empty wine glasses. He was aware of his role in this gathering—serving the illustrious Hastings family, his inlaws. He quickly scanned the space to make sure he didn't overlook any glasses that needed to be cleared.He moved to the kitchen with practised precision, intending to put the glasses in the dishwasher. His mother-in-law, Mrs. Julia Hastings, rushed into the room with an air of extravagance, breaking up his peaceful moment.She was dressed in an exquisite gown with lavish embroidery that highlighted her position."What on earth do you think you're doing?" As Julia observed
Jason's initial shock and confusion gave way to a burning need for answers. Determined to confront Alison, Julia, and William, he dropped his waiter's napkin and began to make his way through the jubilant, cheering crowd. However, his path was abruptly blocked by Eric, who stepped in front of him, an arrogant smirk playing on his lips. Frustration boiled within Jason as he demanded, "Eric, move out of the way! I need to speak to Alison. I need to know what this means." Eric, his mocking grin widening, retorted, "You? You don't get to talk to her. Go back to your work station, Jason. You're nothing here." Jason's patience, already worn thin, snapped. In a moment of fiery defiance, he pushed Eric aside, determined to reach his wife and get the answers he sought. Eric, fueled by his own arrogance and disdain, responded with a forceful shove of his own. The room seemed to hold its breath as tension escalated, and then, in an explosive burst of anger and frustration, Jason and Eric bega
The next morning, Jason awoke in his bedroom, the once-familiar surroundings now feeling eerily empty and cold. The room had become a stark reflection of the fractured state of his marriage with Alison, as they had stopped sharing a room when her attitude had changed. With a tired yawn, Jason stretched and prepared to start his day. However, as he glanced around the room, he noticed that something was amiss. The room looked unusually barren. His senses went on high alert as he stood up and opened his wardrobe, only to find it completely empty. A sense of foreboding began to creep over him. In a state of growing confusion, Jason began to check the other drawers in his room, but they, too, were devoid of his personal belongings. Even his bathroom, once filled with his toiletries and personal items, now appeared as though he had never occupied the space. Panic welled up within him as he couldn't comprehend what was happening. He needed answers, and he needed them fast. Determined
Jason questioned the enigmatic caller's message, his voice quivering with a mixture of wonder and scepticism. "What do ypu mean is rightfully mine?" I inquired."I've been sent by Mr. Montgomery, your father," the caller said while retaining an ambiguous tone.When his father was mentioned, the man who had left him because of his illegitimate origin, Jason couldn't help but be shocked. He couldn't help but wonder, "Why is my father sending for me now, after all these years?" as his thoughts raced with questions.The caller continued evasive while stating, "When you come, all your questions will be answered. I'll see you at the Di Maria Hotels."As he ended the call, Jason's thoughts were consumed by a whirlwind of emotions. Jason sat on the concrete, his mind racing with concerns and emotions. The call he had just received from an unknown person claiming to be from Mr. Montgomery, his father, had perplexed and intrigued him.He couldn't help but wonder why his father, who had long ag
Jason was sitting in the lavish suite at Di Maria Hotels when his mind began to race with a flurry of ideas and feelings.The news that he had inherited his father's enormous riches and the job of CEO at Montgomery Enterprise stunned him. He had just learned of the passing of his father, a man he had never met.About his half-brother Steve, he couldn't help but wonder. What had caused him to leave the family company and nearly wreck it? Jason was troubled by the knowledge that Steve had left a gap that needed to be addressed."But Steve, what about him?" With anxiety in his voice, Jason enquired. "He's the legitimate son. Shouldn't he have a claim to the company and our father's wealth?" he continued.Otis, the elegant and enigmatic man who had delivered this life-altering news, leaned back in his chair, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Steve left the company of his own accord," Otis explained."He abandoned his responsibilities and nearly drove Montgomery Enterprise to bankrupt