The Return of Gaston Harrison

Chapter 6 "The Rude Grandson"

Jurgen went to the pub to drink. He was wearing a button up shirt and tie, which are his uniform as Chairman’s guard. Sitting alone, he grabbed his drink and jugged his beer.

“W-Why… Why are you… you doing this to me, Gaston?” he talked alone.

His glossy eyes which were drifting around the space blinked slowly.

With his haw hanging slack, he continued.

“I am your friend! Why do you have to kick me t-that way?!” he shouted before slamming the desk.

Other customers in the pub looked into his way and went back to their own business. Jurgen washed his reddened face with his dry palms and messed up his brown hair. He was so confused.

Last night, Gaston and him were doing fine. They even planned on camping together next week. It was Jurgen’s mistake that he told Divine about Gaston’s secret, but that is not enough for Gaston to kick him out of the mansion.

“N-Now… what will I do?” Jurgen sobbed, crying with sarcastic smiles.

He spent all of his money investing in a small business and he was scammed. He has no other place to stay and no money to fill his stomach. The only things he has is his job in the mansion and the privilege to stay there for free.

“JUST WHY?!” he shouted again and banged the desk with his fist.

The empty glass on the table shook.

He was so drunk that the people around weren’t confused why he was acting like a madman.

‘Yes. I am going crazy. At this state, I think I am about to lose my mind!’ he complained inwardly as he glared at the glass in front of him.

Jurgen felt so damn betrayed by the only person he trusted. He thought of ways to make Gaston regret his decisions. Yet, he could not think of one.

As of now, Gaston holds high authority in the Hamington corporation. What can Jurgen do to get revenge?

While he was thinking of a way to get back at Gaston, a group of men went to his side. He lifted his head and it was too late to escape.

Jurgen stood up, grabbed his bags and about to flee. But one man pulled his collar and forced him to be seated back.

“Where do you think you’re going? Huh?”

Catching his breath, Jurgen looked up with sweats dripping from his forehead.

Aside from having no place to stay, he also has one major problem. And that is having debts from the Loan shark.

“I was informed that you will pay today. I hope this isn't false information.

“I w-will pay you. B-But give me two w-weeks and…!”

Jurgen was forced up as the man grabbed his collar upward. He held his breath while exchanging gazes with the man with the dragon tattoo on his arm.

“One week. You only have one week, Mr. Beil. If you failed to pay before the due date, then you should watch your neck.”

Frightened to death, Jurgen enthusiastically nodded his head. He was still angry at Gaston. But during this moment, he was the only one he could think of.

If he had to beg on his knees for one last time, Jurgen was willing to throw his pride away.

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Griffti Solice. He graduated in Architecture in Harvard University and was complimented by renowned professors because of his talent. But despite receiving tons of offers from different companies, he accepted none.

It wasn’t because he did not want to succeed. But there was another reason why he had to separate himself from society.

“Are you having another dream again?” the doctor asked Griffti.

From the white glossy floor, Griffti looked at the doctor.

“It’s been years since I haven’t dreamed of that incident again,” Griffti’s deep voice resonated inside the psychiatrist clinic room. “But last week, it started again.”

“Do you still suffering from the same dream?” the doctor asked Cassius.

"Yes."

“I see,” the doctor murmured, and asked him, “Did you ever have a close contact with anyone?”

Griffti shook his head.

“Then, how about seeing a large portion of water?”

Once again, Griffti shook his head as his answer.

“How about seeing a person from your relatives?”

He flinched at the question and looked straight at his doctor.

Usually, his disease attacks whenever he sees, talks or encounter any of his relatives. During his long stay in New York, there was none of the Solice family who visited him.

“I did not meet anyone from my relatives.”

“Did you have a hard time sleeping?”

“A lot. I felt my body tremble even if the night was warm.”

“I think we should give your old medicine back.”

Griffti nodded his head as to agree with the prescription.

“For now, we need to observe you closely and look for the reason which triggers your old trauma. And please come back as soon as possible if the seizures worsen.”

“I will.”

After meeting with his doctor, Griffti went back to his condominium. He went quickly inside the bathroom and took a shower.

Standing under the shower, he looked up and enjoyed the warm droplets of water. He has problems seeing large portions of water but he can still bath in ease. If he sees a large portion of water like ocean, river, swimming pool or late, he loses his composure and sometimes even collapses.

‘I did not expose myself to the crowd and see the ocean. Why am I having nightmares these past few days?’ he wondered.

Griffti sighted. He closed the shower and wore his bathrobe. He walked out of the bathroom while sweeping his black hair with his long fingers.

Inside the condominium, deafening sounds resonated. It was so silent that only bubble sounds from the aquarium would be heard.

Aside from that, Griffti talks rarely. Well, he has no one to talk to aside from his pet.

“Are you hungry?” Griffti asked the fishes inside the the tank.

At least, there are fishes who will accompany his lonely life in New York.

Ding dong~

Griffti looked at the door. It’s weird. He has no friends in this place and he could not remember ordering something. So, who came to visit?

Ding dong~

The doorbell rang again.

Crumpling his thick and mushy eyebrows, he walked towards the door. When he opened the door, he saw a man in a gray suit.

“Who are you?” Griffti asked.

“Hello. You are Griffti Solice, right? I am Gaston Harrison.”

“I am Griffti. I don’t buy insurance.”

“Huh?”

“If you came here to sell insurance, then please leave.”

Griffti pulled the door close but Gaston held the doorknob and opened it once again. “Wait a minute!”

After opening the door, Gaston looked at the rude grandson of Chairman Harold. Griffti’s eyes weren’t a view to enjoy. He was glaring at Gaston as if he would cut his neck with his stare.

Nonetheless, Gaston does not want to back down.

“I am your Grandfather’s Secretary.”

Griffti frowned even harder after hearing who he is.

“Your Grandfather sent me here because we need your sign.”

“Mr. Gaston,” Griffti called.

“Yes?”

Griffti leaned a little closer. Then he whispered, “Get lost.”