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
Just as time flew by, Jackal and Co. enterprise was officially up and running with the best team of reliable and experienced accountants, Jack had hired. Everything in the enterprise building was standard, just the way he wanted it. It was a scenario where, aside from having the right skills and experience, having funds will go a long way toward kicking off your dreams.Jack’s office was on the top floor of the building, and it occupied the entire floor.The office speaks of nothing less than luxury and power. It had a massive, imposing desk sitting at the center, a proof of authority. Behind the desk was an expensive leather chair.In one corner, a private bar stood ready to cater to him or any highly esteemed guests. A carefully organized bar cart displayed different premium spirits and crystal glassware.The interior was breathtaking. The walls, which were made of glass, offered extensive views of the beautiful-looking city below, allowing natural light and an airy feel to make the
Blade storms in, usually unannounced, but that's most likely at the end of the day, when Jack will be done with his scheduled plan for the day.Jack had introduced Blade to Kate as his best friend and emphasized that he should always be allowed to come around without prior invitation. So Jack wasn't too surprised to see him come in without his notifications, he was only concerned with the timing.As Blade walked in, he observed the office hum with activity, noticing Jack was professionally and diligently working on a diverse client's account. Blade was admiring the decorative wall portraits like he was just seeing them for the first time.“Boss of all bosses,” Blade teased lightly.“You never go out of style with coming up with those hyping words of yours,” Jack said. “Please, have a seat, Blade.”“Thanks, boss,” he replied and sat down as he removed his black shades and placed them on the table.“So, to what do I owe this unusual visit?”“You call it usual?” He smirked at the thought
Jack parked the car in the garage and walked straight inside the mansion.His stomach churned with anxiety as he couldn't wait for what the findings would be, even though he knew Blade would always deliver swiftly whenever it came to spying.“Hey, man,” he called to Blade as he walked in.Before Blade could respond, one of the housekeepers got close enough to take out his briefcase. “Welcome, sir,” Jack already knew why he came around. So, he removed the jacket of his well-tailored gray suit and handed it to him along with his briefcase.He walked to his room, and Blade trailed right behind him.As soon as they entered Jack’s room, “Welcome, boss. But you got back a few minutes earlier than I expected,” Blade said, facing him, and went on to ask, “How was work today?”“It was fine. Please, let's get down to business. What and what did you come up with concerning the finding?” He questioned Blade and made himself comfortable as he sat down on the bed.“Hmmm,” Blade sighed in resignatio