Since things had gone awry at school. It was up to me to decide what I wanted to do. I decided that I would no longer interfere in issues that didn't concern me no matter how much I was begged to.Secondly, I would retain my privacy and watch other people run after finding solutions while I enjoyed everything bequeathed to me. Thirdly I would also look for ways to pull more weight into the company instead of running around with fellow high school students seeking Justice that they didn't truly want. It was going to save me time and energy, and I would have a lot more to do with my life instead of just waiting and hoping that things were done for me. A knock resounded on my door and I rolled my eyes. This was probably my grandmother coming to talk to me about how I shouldn't be angry with my grandfather or simply because he turned my life around. While she was telling the truth, I still felt like he needed to hear my side of the story and not just stump into conclusions because of hi
"Thank you for coming. I didn't know you were going to arrive as soon as possible. Your grandfather shouldn't be aware of our meeting." Cole said.I was perplexed but didn't want to show my surprise just yet. I knew that if he realized that I was not going to, I was not going against my grandfather. He would be a bit skeptical about his words, and I needed every information I could get, especially since he was a proper insider. "Did you think I was going to inform him?" I demanded portraying a look of affront. He shrugged, but I ended up understanding that he part of had more things to hide than to tell you. Well, it was in my right to deal with, yes, a lot of information and sieve out the most important parts. "I am here because I want us to have a conversation about everything that has happened so far. Firstly, I think I need to highlight that your grandfather is not at fault; instead, you had poor management of the situation, if I might be permitted to say so. If I were in your
After scrolling through my media feed throughout the previous day and studying intently for the test, I decided to also go as far as getting involved in many things, such as the school club. Probably not my best bet, but I was stubborn like that. If I wanted to change things in the school then I needed to be wiser than they were. To Mikky, he had finally defeated me but that was far from the truth. I had many people who had come to me stylishly to inform me about them being bullied by the same man but it wasn't my place to start exposing everything that I saw. I needed to keep something myself and stop every form of familiarity. Instead, I was working as an undercover agent to make sure that people got their deserved Justice. He couldn't continue being on the prowl. His father's company had taken a nosedive, but he still didn't understand where it was coming from. I smiled when Mickey approached as usual. He was seeking problems that he couldn't handle, but who was I to run away fr
I stood outside the girls' dorm, buzzing with excitement. I couldn't believe how quickly I got there as I read the text again, muttering it under my breath in disbelief. [Hey handsome, can you come over right now? I’m alone and bored, craving something hard and warm. I promise I’ll do all the work. We’ll take it slow, and you’re going to scream.]I was in shock. Diana and I had been together for over a year, and she had never invited me to her place before. Our relationship had always been pretty low-key, but seeing that message made it clear she wanted to take things up a notch. We usually spent our time together at the library before my evening shifts.Yesterday, she mentioned she wouldn’t be heading to the library, so I figured I’d skip it too and just take a break. But now I can tell she’s missing me and wants to see me. I made my way to her room, ready to knock, when I heard a weird noise that made me stop. I double-checked her room number, and yep, it was the same. “I tho
I barged in, and as soon as they saw me, they scrambled to gather their clothes in a panic. "How dare you barge into a woman’s room like that! Don’t you have any manners?" Diana snapped, her face twisted with indignation."I bet his parents were too busy reproducing to even remember their responsibilities," Mikky chimed in with a sneer. I shot him a deadly glare, my fists clenched with fury, before turning my full attention to Diana.“Did you send me those texts just so I could walk in on this mess?!” I snapped, struggling to keep my anger in check.Diana didn’t respond; instead, she dashed to grab her phone and started typing furiously. I watched her, feeling a mix of hurt and rage. I had done so much for her, and this was how she repaid me. I had gone above and beyond to make her happy, even when it meant risking my own tuition.I even bought her the phone she was using. My heart sank when she finally found what she was looking for, tossed the phone aside, and rolled her eyes.
The crowd erupted in laughter.The pain was excruciating, radiating through every part of my body as I lay helpless on the cold ground. I tried to stand, but my legs gave out beneath me, my muscles too weak and beaten. Mikky’s lackeys had done their job well, keeping me pinned while their fists and feet drove the point home—I was nothing compared to him.Around me, the crowd cheered with satisfaction, enjoying every second of my humiliation. Not a single person stepped forward to help. They were entertained, not concerned. I felt completely alone, battered and broken, struggling to catch my breath. I turned my gaze, trying to find Diana, hoping for a glimmer of sympathy—anything that showed she still cared, even a little.But there she was, arms folded, a smug smile on her face. She was proud of this. Proud to see me beaten, and humiliated like an insect beneath Mikky’s feet. My stomach churned, but not just from the physical pain—it was the emotional betrayal that crushed me.
The car hummed again, almost as if sending signals to the men standing before me, their heads bowed. “Mr. Jordan, please, you have to come with us.” I observed them closely as they stood in two neat lines, one opposite the other, leaving a narrow space between.Or did Mikky send his men to kidnap me? No, this can’t be. Mikky's car is flashy, but this... this is way too luxurious for him. The sleek white Rolls-Royce, the polished interior—it didn’t match his obnoxious flaunting of wealth. He’s rich, sure, but not like this."Where are you taking me?" I asked, my voice firmer this time, though a knot tightened in my chest, and my body still ached from the earlier ordeal. I wasn’t in the mood for more trouble.The man in front, the one who had greeted me so respectfully, looked down at his feet, pretending he hadn’t heard the question. Another man, standing just behind him, shifted uncomfortably."Mr. Jordan," the first man began again, "it's best if you just come with us. We’ll expl
The guys who brought me here were totally quiet as they guided me further into the mansion, leaving my questions hanging without answers.More bodyguards were scattered around, their expressions impossible to read.And whoever owned this place… they definitely had plans for me. I couldn’t find a way out; every escape route I thought of felt pointless, and I had no clue how to navigate my way back.My steps stumbled when I noticed an unfamiliar old man standing in the center of the room. He had this regal vibe, decked out in a sharp suit that practically shouted wealth and his gray hair was slicked back with a precision that only someone used to luxury could manage. His posture was straight, but his eyes… there was something familiar in them.When our gazes met, he paused for just a moment, then his face transformed. His eyes sparkled with an emotion I couldn't quite identify—was it shock, relief, or maybe excitement? It was like he’d seen a ghost.The man stood up, almost stumbling
After scrolling through my media feed throughout the previous day and studying intently for the test, I decided to also go as far as getting involved in many things, such as the school club. Probably not my best bet, but I was stubborn like that. If I wanted to change things in the school then I needed to be wiser than they were. To Mikky, he had finally defeated me but that was far from the truth. I had many people who had come to me stylishly to inform me about them being bullied by the same man but it wasn't my place to start exposing everything that I saw. I needed to keep something myself and stop every form of familiarity. Instead, I was working as an undercover agent to make sure that people got their deserved Justice. He couldn't continue being on the prowl. His father's company had taken a nosedive, but he still didn't understand where it was coming from. I smiled when Mickey approached as usual. He was seeking problems that he couldn't handle, but who was I to run away fr
"Thank you for coming. I didn't know you were going to arrive as soon as possible. Your grandfather shouldn't be aware of our meeting." Cole said.I was perplexed but didn't want to show my surprise just yet. I knew that if he realized that I was not going to, I was not going against my grandfather. He would be a bit skeptical about his words, and I needed every information I could get, especially since he was a proper insider. "Did you think I was going to inform him?" I demanded portraying a look of affront. He shrugged, but I ended up understanding that he part of had more things to hide than to tell you. Well, it was in my right to deal with, yes, a lot of information and sieve out the most important parts. "I am here because I want us to have a conversation about everything that has happened so far. Firstly, I think I need to highlight that your grandfather is not at fault; instead, you had poor management of the situation, if I might be permitted to say so. If I were in your
Since things had gone awry at school. It was up to me to decide what I wanted to do. I decided that I would no longer interfere in issues that didn't concern me no matter how much I was begged to.Secondly, I would retain my privacy and watch other people run after finding solutions while I enjoyed everything bequeathed to me. Thirdly I would also look for ways to pull more weight into the company instead of running around with fellow high school students seeking Justice that they didn't truly want. It was going to save me time and energy, and I would have a lot more to do with my life instead of just waiting and hoping that things were done for me. A knock resounded on my door and I rolled my eyes. This was probably my grandmother coming to talk to me about how I shouldn't be angry with my grandfather or simply because he turned my life around. While she was telling the truth, I still felt like he needed to hear my side of the story and not just stump into conclusions because of hi
I looked down as soon as I was done with the school issues. My grandfather was mad at me and I could see him just keeping his cool until we arrived at his mansion. "I asked you to lay low but you went ahead to portray yourself as the sacrificial lamb and now see where it has landed you." He blew hot on me. I didn't think that I was at fault in this area. Maybe because I didn't conduct due diligence before jumping to save a person but it didn't mean that my actions were intrinsically wrong. I opened my mouth to defend myself, but he raised a finger, signaling that I kept shut. This was the first time that we were butting heads together, and I wanted to believe that my actions were only going to either push him further away or draw him closer to me, and I wanted it to be the latter. "I'm sorry for not paying intense attention and thinking that everyone was like me, who needed help from a bully, but I know better now." I apologized to him. He shook his head angrily probably thinking
"Mr- Mr. Langston, I didn't know that you were coming around today." Miss Rose said in a perplexed tone. Her fakeness could never be matched. It wasn't my business whether or not she was expecting my grandfather to show up. My grandfather, on the other hand, didn't look like he was here for peace. "I asked a simple question, Miss Rose. Why have you taken it upon yourself to stress a boy who has never done anything to you besides just fighting for Mr Braxton's right? How has this been proven for you to brandish him as a rapist? How much were you given to carry out this without flinching or any conscience?" He went on to ask. "I-I didn't mean it that way, sir. I just wanted a bit of Justice just like he has always been an activist for. I believe that everyone deserves a fair chance at getting Justice. Emily is a less privileged student and if things like this are swept under the carpet, then there is no hope for her kind. I'm sorry if this looks like I am trying to blame an Innocent.
The Internet was set ablaze with the latest news, but at this point, there was nothing I could do besides just wait for a bit, hoping that I was able to prove my innocence. I gazed at Emily through the corner of my eyes trying to figure out what she was playing at. My grandfather hadn't still called yet, even though I was aware that he had seen the pictures. Too many things were happening at the same time but he stayed away instead "I have only one question for you."Miss Rose said immediately we got to the staff room. I could hear the disdain and victory in her voice as soon as I stepped in. She had probably been looking for the perfect means to deal with me and the greatest opportunity presenter itself."You can't just ask me questions that point to something which I am completely innocent of.""You should prove it. You, of all people, know that people do not believe mere words unless they are backed up." She cross-examined me. I had come to realize that not many people wanted pea
"Why did you do this?!" Emily yelled, pointing at me, catching me off guard. This was entirely strange to me because I never expected her to behave this way. I raised my eyebrow in surprise, trying to understand if I had made a mistake somewhere. "Emily, what are you talking about?" I demanded from her when she continued pointing at me and crying. Like an invitation, people started pouring out and rallying beside her. "I've always known that he is nothing to write home about. His fake activism was to hide the fact that he is such a wicked fellow, and everyone needs to know that right now." Some of my classmates whispered between themselves and I was still a little bit confused. "What is going on Emily? Why the hell is everyone gathered here and not talking about the culprit in front of you?" "He held my shirt and tried to tear it open. If not for Mikky, who came in right on time to save me from his hand, I would have been wasted. I do not know what I have ever done to warrant such
I was waiting for her to Emily to come out and inform me about the meeting. One of the only ways that could be free from this problem that she had managed to imprint on my mind was seeing that she got Justice. My phone rang numerous times but ignored it. It didn't make any sense that she was stalling despite having such long time to plan for this. I expected Mikky to show up anytime soon and we kickstart our detective process but this was only slowing things down. I decided to send Emily a text. "What's wasting time?" I replied with a smile on my face and realized that there might be something different which I needed to do quickly. "You've decided not to go about things the right way instead you want me to accept that you are playing small right?"Meanwhile, the sun was setting over the school, casting a golden glow over the deserted hallways. Students were either in class or had already headed home for the day. But in a secluded area behind the school, a different scene was unfol
I rushed through classes expecting to hear from the lady who had texted me over the weekend but received no text. Worry filled my heart instantly as I thought about the possible scenarios that could surround her sudden silence. One of the things that came to mind is the fact that she could be blackmailed or, worse, involved in a greater problem. "Mst. Jordan would you like to contribute to the topic?" My teacher said bringing my attention back to the present. I didn't want to act based on how I felt, such as reaching out to the girl again, especially after I knew that it could be a prank. "You were speaking about the transfer of shares between co-partners. I think it is a good idea especially now that loyalty has become a scarce commodity." I diverted the conversation to a more engaging mode. Some students were already sleeping because of how boring the teaching was but I didn't want to discourage myself from listening nonetheless. "So you are one of the people who could take suc