Senator Cavendish was in a bad mood because of his long-term secret that was on the verge of becoming a public anecdote. He still had no idea how Anabella had heard about his secret child with his former secretary, but he had a very good guess. It must have been that bastard, who threatened him into selling his oil company and rig. Now he not only has his problems on hand but he also had to deal with the backlash that could arise from pissing off the businessmen who had been supportive of him during the election. Right after dealing with Anabella. She was his utmost priority at the moment. She had to be or things could turn really ugly. He could already imagine how his opponents would spin the story. Anabella wouldn’t tell him how she knew the county where his former secretary and his son were, but she had threatened divorce and that would be a very disastrous thing for Cavendish. He could even lose his senatorship. Which was unfair. He had sworn off having affairs after all! Hadn’t
Things got more heated at Paragon Heights.Someone seemed to have divulged the information of Paragon Heights trying to file for bankruptcy to the press. Soon enough, reporters were swarming wherever Jason was, just to get an interview and know his opinion about the rumour they have been hearing. Jason had not granted any interviews yet nor had he accepted Phils' idea that they should put out a press release statement. “I still think we should just talk to them. At least tell them something” Liam said as he got into the car beside Jason as the latter tapped the driver that he should move. They were just leaving the building where Jason and Liam had met up with a potential buyer who had shown interest in buying Paragon Heights. The reporters were waiting for them outside and they had to rush through them to enter the car before they will block the car’s path. Jason gave Liam a curt look before he let out n exasperated sigh. Looking back towards where the reporters stood in clusters,
Gunshots resounded methodically and fast as released pigeons panicked in flight and tried to avoid their fates. One by one, they dropped as each shot took the life of each of them. Helplessly and unable to help one another, the birds flapped their wings in an attempt to escape. Their majestic flight was no match for the bullets intent on cutting short their lives. One. Two. Three. Four. Five of them dropped miserably. Their wings were forever silenced from flapping. Some of them with the chance of letting out a last, agonised cry and others departed the world without a sound. The shooter paused for a moment and the last bird let out a triumphant call of celebration. A sound that was shortlived as it was cut short by the release of another bullet accompanied by a booming sound. Like a brave warrior, the bird turned in the air as if to keep flying. Then, it dropped. Joining the litter of dead carcasses on the grounds of the shooting range. “Your aim is as sharp as ever, Boss” Alejand
“I have good news, babe” Jason announced as he entered his children’s playroom/creation room. The twins had developed ongoing interest in certain things that Jason and Millicent had thought it would be better to encourage them in. Jasmine loved to break things down and rebuild them with few modifications, she had started with her toys and had moved on to other things. While Alexander loved the arts. He loved staring at them, asking questions about them, and then trying to recreate them. They had been so ecstatic when one of the fifteen bedrooms had been converted into a partitioned creation room for them. Jasmine’s side was painted in her favourite burgundy colours and fitted with tools she might need. While Alexander’s was designed with artistic paintings depicting greenery and his superhero figures. It was fitted with aisles, drawing papers, charcoal, pencils, colours and several other things they believed might be useful in helping him decide what he loved to use the most. The k
It turned out that the men with the extraordinary offer for the purchase of Paragon Heights are such busy men that they wouldn’t be available for the sale meeting. “They will be sending a representative though” Liam assured Jason. “I wish they could have added that information at first before I decided to tell the person with the other offer that we will not be doing business together,” Jason said anxiously as he tugged at his silk tie. He had a plain white shirt and suit pants on. Accessorised with $100, 000 Manolo shoes, a $75, 000 Patek Phillipe wristwatch and the customised tie; Jason looked like a man ready to bag a $6, 000, 000, 000, 000 sale but worry etched his face. He couldn’t sit still for long as he stood up abruptly from the head of the chair in the meeting room, where they had been waiting for the representative, who seemed to be taking his or her sweet time. Jason strode to the window, then turned back to face Liam and the others. “I mean, what if they changed their
Liam’s outburst shocked Anastasia and Phils but it seemed to open Jason’s eyes. He looked guiltily at Liam, then said hurriedly “You are right. That was uncalled for. I shouldn’t have let my history with him cloud my sense of judgement” “And still, you are here while the man is storming out of the company right now!” Liam snapped. “Yes, yes, I will…” Jason quickly rushed out of the office and they all followed him in the hope of catching up with the representative. The men were just getting into their cars when Jason rushed out of the company and called “Mr Rodriguez! Mr Rodriguez! I am so sorry about earlier. You don’t deserve to be treated like that! I am sorry. If you can just come back inside now, I promise to be strictly professional about this” “Strictly professional?” the man said with a scoff as he turned back to Jason. “You must still think you are one big deal, Monroe. You are nothing. A failure who can’t even hold on to the company he was given for long. You will probab
“I couldn’t have done this without you,” Jason said as he raised his glass to Liam over chicken ravioli and lobsters. “You are the real hero today. Thank you, cousin” “Hear, hear,” Phils said as he raised his glass, and clinked it against Anastasia’s before drinking just as the cousins had done. “I can’t take the credit though,” Liam said with a sheepish smile as he placed his glass back on the table. “We all did this. It couldn’t have happened if not for all our inputs. All of us” Anastasia smiled and said “Well, you should definitely take the credit though. Apart from getting us this deal; you stood up and think fast when…” she trailed off. “Oh, you mean when I almost kicked the deal away because of that little pettiness of mine? You can say it, Ana” Jason said with a smile. “I know I messed up. But hey, all is well that ends well, right? We eventually walked away with six trillion dollars, just as you predicted” he said to Liam. “I am just so glad that the company was saved. E
A WEEK LATER The loss of Paragon Heights was bittersweet for Jason but it was mostly bitter during the following week that his employees got busy with the necessary procedure needed to hand over the company to a new owner. It was finally the day for the handing over. Jason dressed carefully and waited for Millicent to be done with their dressing so that they could leave too. Liam had finally left for Hongkong five days ago and he had promised to call in later to ask how the handing over went. Though Jason felt he should be around when the men came over for the handover but Liam believed that there was no need for that since the payment had been made and the agreement had been reached. Jason understood that his cousin was eager to head his company's operatiosn instead of having managers in charge as he had over the past moths. He couldn’t deny him that. “I wish you better luck in running your company” he had said before his cousin left in the limo he had asked the driver to drive hi