It was almost nine when Jonathan finally emerged back into the dining slash meeting room. There was a renewed strength in the way he walked and held himself, as if the bald assistant gave him a shot of adrenaline that made him forget the illness and fatigue.
Although, Haze knew it wasn’t the case.
“Now, let’s talk about what you all want.” Jonathan smiled as he sat at the head of the table, resuming his almighty authority in this magnificent house.
Several ears perked up hearing about the honest statement. Shamelessly, some of them even smiled with a smug face, already imagining the trillion inheritance that would fall on their open arms. Modestly, a few of them managed to hide the obliviousness of their greed.
Like always, Leonard didn’t let that remark bother his impassive expression. He made sure to stay calm, composed at the face of his earthly desire slowly heading his way. He had faith that Cassius wouldn’t disapp
“What’s that about?” Valentine was the one to break the silence in the meeting room.No one didn’t dare to ask aloud like her, seeing as she was Jonathan’s favourite daughter, and yet, she was nothing in his eyes also. Let alone the others.However, instead of being cryptic, Jonathan looked at Leonard and dared him with a question. “Don’t you have anything to say?”Another silence in the room, but then Leonard tapped his fingers on the table and answered, “That is the poison that Samuel used.”“Are we talking about beauty or an anti-aging potion here?”“No.”Valentine furrowed her brow, “Then? What does Samuel use that poison for? Killing someone?”Again, Leonard went silent.In turn, it was Charles who chuckled with amusement in his eyes. “Don’t tell me that pussy brother of ours really went for it?”When Le
Thud!The sharp end of the blade went through the meeting table, barely leaving three inches distance from Leonard’s face. It was enough for him to see and imagine how it’d be if Haze was not as benevolent.“I can never forgive you for what you did to me all those years ago, nor for what you put Cassius through in my absence.” Haze told his father, undignified under his mercy. “But I can never see your face again. Not even hearing your name. So why don’t you rot in prison for me, hmm?”And then, as if on cue, the door to the meeting room once again opened. Four people in uniform and one in a trench coat appeared.“Mr. Leonard Blackwood,” the leader of the bunch showed his police ID, “You are under investigation for child abuse, domestic violence, and murder cases. Can you come with us to the station for a statement?”Haze let go of the sword, but didn’t step back from Leonard&r
Haze Wilburn. That name was written on the white tag hanging by his neck. He took it off and tucked it into the pocket of his pants. Looking into the rearview mirror, he made sure to appear neat after ten hours of long, arduous work in the office. At the end of the week, the game he worked on was finally ready to meet its potential investor. "Ready to meet the money bag now?" Haze turned to face a man in a pink dress shirt donning a light blue suit jacket. "You sound like I'm about to volunteer as a tribute from district twelve." "Maybe you are? I can see you holding a rusty sword against a gatling gun because you're too slow to move." "Shut it, Derek. I don't want to mess this up now, when the company is only one signature away from receiving a one million dollar investment." Derek Phillips nodded and put on a serious face. "Good to know you're such a responsible adult, because my company's future depends on your new game. If we screw this up, I'll be forced to announce bankrupt
The stranger who had his face coughed blood. Dying right in Haze's arms. He frantically tried to help. He wanted to call the emergency number, but his phone's battery was dead. What an inconvenient thing to happen. "Hey, can you breathe?" he asked, knowing nothing of the stranger's condition. "I'll get you to the hospital." It was the only thing he could do. Haze half dragged the stranger into the car he came in. The key was still in there. In fact, the car engine was still on. After maneuvering the stranger's deadweighted body into the back seat, Haze rushed to drive to the hospital. Turning his attention between the road and the dying stranger, Haze asked his name. But, the stranger gave no sound. He tried again, harder this time, still receiving no reaction except for him to slump down from the seat. Haze cursed and stepped on the gas pedal. He didn't know what to do if the stranger died on the way. What would he say to everyone, then? "Hey, please don't die on me," he quickl
The white and green colours of an unfamiliar place came first, before a tang of antiseptic smell hit his nose. Haze woke up in a hospital room, feeling weak and very out of place. The room itself was wider than his studio apartment, definitely better with that wide TV screen and nice air conditioning. The window's curtains were opened, giving him a good view of several high buildings in the city. "Mr. Blackwood, how are you feeling?" A nurse called from the doorway, holding a clipboard in her hand. Haze was so out of it that he didn't hear her open the door. He tried to tell her that his surname was Wilburn, not Blackwood, but he only managed to croak like a toad and coughed heavily. "Take it easy, sir," the nurse rushed to his side, checking his vitals. She took a glass of water from the bedside table, "Do you want some water?" Haze nodded, and the nurse helped him. He drank half a glass, then asked, "What day is it?" "It's Friday, sir." "So, I was out for a day." "More like a
Three days later, Haze was discharged from the hospital. The shorter older man from before came back, not with Leonard, but a brunette girl followed in his place. “Good afternoon, sir,” the shorter older man greeted with a bow, “I see you are ready to go out.” “Yes, I’m sick of this place,” Haze replied. Even if this hospital room was bigger and better facilitated than his studio apartment, it was still that. A hospital room. Seeing the question on Haze’s face, the shorter older man finally introduced himself. “How rude of me, I forgot the basic manner of all things. Oh, to be old and alive. My name is Jeremy Tito, Mr. Blackwood’s assistant.” Haze offered a handshake, which the short, old assistant took warmly. “My name is… you know already.” “No need to be shy, Cassius.” Old Jeremy smiled politely, “You have taken the deal, it’s required for you to polish your act from now on.” A little hesitant, but Haze finally nodded. His eyes then travelled to the girl behind old Jeremy.
The Blackwood’s mansion was in another city. They had to drive to the airport and flew for almost an hour, before they resumed with a car for the next hour. As Leonard looked like a super rich person, surprisingly he lived in a suburban area. The mansion itself was located on top of a hill, surrounded by miles and miles of farming land. Haze would appreciate the beautiful view if the sun was still out. Even if they were far away from anywhere. Simply put, the Blackwood’s mansion was closed from any public facility and people’s housing. It was a very private place with no neighbours. Maybe the rich really do live like this, Haze didn’t know. After the farming land, they drove past green trees taller than two-story buildings for the next minutes until a high gate greeted them. It mechanically opened for them, and Haze was not surprised to find a modern-style mansion. Old Jeremy parked the car in the front yard. Then they walk on a long, stone-paved path about three meters wide, with
Haze woke up with a bang.And a boner, to be precise. But no one needs to know that.Especially not Elaine, the girl who dared to slam his bedroom door open so hard that the window rattled."Good morning, impostor," Elaine said with apparent glee after wrenching him away from his nice sleep. She already has a wooden ruler in her hand, ready to take on her role as his teacher for the day. "Get out of bed and present yourself downstairs in one minute. Wear something comfortable to move.""Can you not give me a heart attack next time?" Haze still clutched his chest with one hand. The other one was around his blanket, deliberately trying to cover the tent forming in his lower body.Try as he might, Elaine caught his suspicious behavior. "What are you trying to hide, impostor?"He blushed a little. He had never shown a certain, embarrassing reaction to a stranger in his twenty-three years of life. One that he had only met once, to add. "N-nothing."Elaine's eyes narrowed, moving back and f