Jason put aside the thoughts of the delectable Charlotte the moment he got back to his hotel. He knew that he couldn’t afford to be distracted by the thoughts of what-ifs, not now that he needed his mind to be at its sharpest.He had made the necessary arrangement he needed to and his family would be taken care of. All he needed was to take care of himself out there. He knew that he would have a lot to deal with out there. Of course, he could have sent his men to get the job done as they had suggested.But he was unwilling to. He had to get this done personally. He had a debt to pay. An anxious heart to calm.Jason might have lost his parents when he was a kid but he knew that family was one of the most sacred things. Emma had no family. That was why she not only died as a result of the act of a cruel bastard; her death was swept under the rug as if nothing peculiar happened. Jason vowed to prevent that from happening again. There was a girl out there who was probably hoping with eve
The cool breeze from the overlapping water ruffled the white tufts of hair on the old man’s head as he looked out at the gurgling river from his garden.The Aquae Sulis river ran through the back of the home he chose for himself as a sanctuary. The home where he awaits his granddaughter.A closer look at the man showed the sallow look on his face, his veined hands and his thinning hair.He held a gold walking cane in his hands as he stood at the unfenced perimeter of his ten acres of land where the sprawling wood and stone-modelled mansion was situated. The environment suited him just fine.The nearest neighbour was about ten miles away.“Where are you, Millie?” he muttered to himself as he breathed in the fresh scent of water over fertile soil.He felt the cleansing deep down to his toes. It felt like a cleansing of his soul. He felt like the chemicals and cloying smells had been washed out of his system. He was never going back. If he had to go, then he would go on his term. Not bei
“This is a bad idea,” Andrea said as she had repeated several times since Jason told them what his plan was.“You have repeated that several times now,” Jason said in amusement. He turned to Simon “How many times now?”“Not that I am counting, Mo Chroi, but you have said it about ten times at least,” he said with a small grin. Then he turned to Jason, ignoring the scathing look that his partner gave him “Truly sir, she is right. This is…”“I don’t want to hear it,” Jason said with a shake of his head “I am sure that my brains would start leaking out if any of you repeated just how dangerous it is for me to get in there”“You can simply send us” Andrea insisted.“No” Jason shook his head thoughtfully, his eyes on the activities going on at the dock.” I need you two out here. Your…expertise would be put to better use out here. Also, how was I supposed to call for rescue if you are in there with me. I might call on you to save me, you know?” he added with a slight wink to lighten the moo
Andre Fitzgerald was unable to keep the promise he made to himself. His intention to get in touch with the patriarch on behalf of his erring son had not been actualized. Since he collapsed after leaving his son’s bedside the other day, not only did the doctor tell him to stop doing anything strenuous or emotion-wracking; he was advised to have total bed rest. Not only were his limbs getting weaker, but his immune had also taken a hit as well, and ailments that others take in their stride will not only bring him low, it could ruin his chance at longevity. Andre, being Andre, did not listen of course but then after an episode where his phlegm was stained with blood after a wracking cough episode, he stayed put. He stopped going to the corporation as he was known to do at least once in a month or whenever the urge hit. Matteo was sure he was sad about his father’s deteriorating health, ofcourse he was. He was also glad that he would finally be in charge of things at the corporation. Hi
“Hurry up, I don’t have all day!” the foreman shouted at the new worker when they got to Amora dockside. “Let’s go, let’s go” A bus carried them to the NMN farmhouse where some men were already waiting for them. Jason looked around with the hope that he could see Carlisle himself or any sign of the girls said to be kept by his network. No such luck though. “Listen up!” a man with a slashing scar on his face addressed them under the twilight. The porch light glared at them from the cabin said to be meant for the workers. The man strutted around. His offensive tobacco scent filled Jason’s nostrils as he removed his bandana from his neck, and flicked it against his thigh as he looked them over. “You all are workers of Mr Carlisle now” he shouted in his thick brogue, paused as he waited for the men to look straight at him “If you think that means that you sit on your lazy ass and goof off, you are mistaken. You not only work for him, but you also owe him your loyalty too. Is that take
Jason made sure to check out the layout of the cabin’s interior. The inside was more spacious than the minimal look the single-story building gave off from the outside.The clapboard and cedar shingle used predominantly in the construction was well incorporated that it gave off a comfortable aura that invited one to sit back and relax. Nothing was relaxing about the men that lead the newcomers in though.Jason saw that the bungalow cabin was the straight-planned type as he followed the men without making obvious the calculations he was doing. The fire crackled in the kitchen to their left as they passed. Two men entered the kitchen going straight to the round table in the middle of the kitchen. The slab wood counter closed to the range looked serviceable enough.“Kitchen,” the man leading them said tersely. Then a few feet to their right, he motioned without giving them time to check it out. "Restroom" A turn from the restroom area and the men stood abruptly when they saw what was pr
Celia Rourke couldn’t believe her eyes when she received the message from Jason. She checked her phone again to be certain that she was not hallucinating. This can’t be. Can it? “You deserve this and more, mum. I don’t want you to reject this and I am sending you this message so you could rest assured that it was from me. They should be there with you any minute now” Just as she was pondering what his cryptic message was about, she got an alert. Not just any alert but that of an amount she never expected to receive ever! Where would she have gotten it? Celia was in the midst of their monthly cause meetings, they were just discussing how to ensure the safety of the Saola animals to prevent them from going into extinction. The representatives of the Saola Working Group from Vietnam arrived that morning. Celia was one of the active participants that facilitated the presence of the group in Dengal for them to educate people more about how to stop endangering rare species of animals and
Mia’s eyes bulged when she saw the last message that her mother had on her phone; the alert! “Ten million dollars? Mum!” she looked at her mother with incomprehension. Her mother nodded to her as she gulped down the water again “Welcome to the club”“Are you sure this is from Jason, mum? How?” Mia asked in confusion.Celia raised her brow at her as if to say “You are asking me?”“My God” she laughed “Jason is something else. Why would he…Oh” her mouth rounded in a perfect shape of O, her coral lipstick glistening as comprehension dawned “Your birthday, mum. This is your birthday gift! Uuuhhh. What a big show-off! How exactly am I supposed to brag about being the favourite kid now? Damn it. How can hard brownies compete with ten million dollars?”“Compe…” Celia shook her head at Mia. “Is that what you should be thinking about now? You are not even thinking about how he could afford to send such an amount to me? This is ten million dollars, Mia. not ten bucks”Mia sighed softly “You a