Jack had woken up from bed after what seemed to be a very long night.Life couldn't have been any sweeter; his body was as if it were massaged by the orthopedic bed he lay on.Thoughts of Jasmine flashed through his mind. He picked up his phone from the corner of the bed, where he placed it with the complimentary card Jasmine had given him the previous day.He didn't spare a second to save her contact, so he decided to give her a call.“Good morning, Jasmine. Can I come around the incorporation today?” He said after the receiver got connected.“Sure, you can even come now if you wish, young master. I hope you have had enough rest already.”A wave of relief swept through Jack with her response. From her voice, he could sense her cravings. Even though Jack wasn't a lover boy, being a sensitive guy, he could tell when a woman was blushing at his words.Jack ended the call and decided to visit Agron Incorporation immediately.He quickly freshened up and dressed in a white-arm T-shirt wit
“What are you insinuating? I don't understand,” Blade replied.“What don't you understand? I said some men are right behind me. Send the security you said you would send if you want to save my life.” He retorted, sounding a bit harsh, knowing his life was in danger as he used the side mirror to see that the men were almost caught up with him.“Calm down, young master, those are your security. They are trained military agents, don't be scared of them. They will give you a distance so it doesn't look weird.” Blade said to him to get him relaxed, hearing how scared he sounded.“I learned you just headed for the second to the last street that leads to the incorporation now.”“Are you tracking me? Do you know I almost pooped trying to fire myself forward in speed and save my butt?” Jack joked.Blade let out a chuckle over the phone.“Even if I do track you, it's still part of my job,” he stated. Jack kept quiet, focusing on his direction and where he was headed.“I need to let you know tha
Jasmine logged in to her computer, seated right in front of her desk. She searched for the contract she had prepared for Mr. Charles and his partner beforehand in regard to the contract project to get their detailed information. Her slender fingers flew across the keyboard as she began to draft a business termination letter document, which would be presented to them. She already had the templates, so she just needed to work on the names, dates, and a few little things. Soon enough, some papers were printed out. She took a pen and signed it.“Mr. Charles from San Diego Hotels and his teaming partner are here to see you. They have an appointment today,” her secretary said to her.“Let them in,” she replied, not hesitating a moment.Mr. Charles and Nancy walked elegantly to her office.“Nice to have you both here again, you can have a seat,” she said to them. Pointing at the seats right in front of her, placed opposite where her official seat was centered. “I presume you are here to ge
It was evening. At Jack’s mansion, he was seen engrossed in his phone, doing a few research steps in setting up an accounting firm. Soon after that, he bathed and wore an Islamic turban that had a bid covering his entire face and a high white gown that made him look like a pope and left for the living room. That was a perfect disguise to visit his company, since he would prefer to go in a car with Blade this time.“I think we can go together to the incorporation now,” he urged Blade, who was around, seated in the living room.“Oh, you finally accepted that you need my company, boss?”“Stop feeling yourself, man. You will always tell me that you are doing your job, so get this one done too,” Jack teased him in a friendly tone.“Sure, why not.”Not quite long after, they headed out of the living room through the corridors. There was a convoy of luxury SUV cars parked outside waiting for him. But they ended up using just one of the presidential bulletproof black-tinted SUVs. They advanc
Mr. Charles sat on the couch in his office, tapping his feet rhythmically in utter despair and anger.“Good morning, sir,” Josh greeted as he walked in after a knock.“Were you able to come up with anything?” Mr. Charles hastily asked.“Yeah, but the agent I used couldn't give me something tangible.”“Why? After the money I paid for this to get done?"“You said she needed to act like a reporter, but when she finally came in contact with the assumed CEO, he refused to let her know his identity.”“Oh my God! That's bullshit. So how's the information she got going to help me with what I need right now?”“Try to hear what she inquired about first; who knows, it might help, sir.”“What did she say, then?”“She revealed that he is a powerful but sad man who chooses to keep his profile low.”The lady had told him that's the information she got so she could get her complete pay from him Josh, whom Mr. Charles had used to contact her. But this was actually what she had assumed instead, while s
“May the souls of the departed keep resting in the bosom of the Lord,” the officiating priest for the funeral said and continued. “And may peace be with you all present.”“Amen.” Blade and Jasmine responded, the priest did the sign of the cross and left for his car immediately, as he had concluded the sermon for the funeral and noticed the atmosphere was already cloudy.Jack had wanted the burial of his sister and grandpa very private to avoid unnecessary attention and traces to himself. So he only invited Blade and Jasmine, who were the closest people around him so far as he was concerned.Jack was so quiet and couldn't say a single word during the ceremony. He couldn't help but let emotions take over the better side of him. He knelt over the carpet grass facing the tombs of both his beloved sister and that of his grandpa as he unconsciously dropped the rose flowers he held in his hands.A million and one thoughts ran through his mind that centered on how his sister’s life would have
Driving his Range Rover Sport car, Jack headed to the bank, dressed casually in sweatpants and a T-shirt. This was his first time going out alone in a car.Jack got to the city bank. It was the largest bank in New York, with big business tycoons and the likes of the movers and shakers in New York as their customers. He had never operated in such a bank, as he used to be a low-class citizen.Upon arrival, he parked on the left side of the compound. He got out of the car, adjusted his clothes, and made his way inside, not minding any other person.When he got inside, he noticed there were many people waiting until it got to their respective turns. Different thoughts swirled through his mind as he thought: should he use his influence to skim over everyone and get in, or just wait until it gets to his turn?He moved forward, and his eyes darted to a familiar figure. He blinks his eyes in surprise. Was he daydreaming? It was Richard, the one that gave her sister the concoction which led to
After his deal with the bank, Jack quickly drove home in his Range Rover sports car to meet Blade.Blade, who was at the bar of the house right beside the living room, was sipping his wine. He exhaled heavily as he became aware that Jack had come back unnoticed and was watching him. He noticed Jack was visibly angry.Blade quickly nudged Jack to join in the drink, but even before he could say it, Jack’s gaze met his. They both reacted reflexively while he joined him on the couch.“You don't seem to look well. Are you alright?” Blade asked, his face immersed in concern as he stretched his hand to check his body temperature.Jack shrugged with a weak smile, knowing well that Blade may not agree with his thoughts. “Yeah, I'm good. I just didn't have a good sleep last night before I left for the bank this morning.”“That sounds almost like a lie, young master,” Blade chuckled, forcing Jack to burst out a slight laugh at the expression on his face while he smiled. “Coming from someone who