At the Moonlight Restaurant, the guard who had humiliated Milton on the first day he came here bowed three-hundred and sixty degrees. If Milton cleared his throat, the guard’s head would be on the floor.Milton entered the restaurant accompanied by the new girl, Erica. She had bright red lipstick that brought out her sumptuous lips, her cheekbones were defined. However, her shoulder-length bob haircut couldn’t hide her blank and highly alert eyes. Milton was here because he called earlier for the chef to prepare Samantha’s favorite meal. The chef had already gone to the Genos Hotel and got the recipe. It would be easier to get the meal here since it is their restaurant.Since the chef wanted everything to be excellent, the preparation took longer.Milton excused himself, and when Erica and Dominic rose to escort him, he pulled his hair frustratedly, “this is our restaurant, no?”Erica was hesitant but had to sit back down because Dominic nodded.*While he was washing his hands, Ric
Bryson Jackson was furious. His father was avoiding him. He hated how Brianna treated him. He disliked her. Troy was the only one who kept him going. As he was pacing in his office, he wondered what he had to do to garner his father’s attention. They needed to talk.Bryson Jackson was a maniac and someone who didn’t care what others thought. However, his father’s sentiment toward him mattered.Today, he threw that out of the window. A message came through, it was from Troy. Milton has failed. It said.He texted, “does he use the badge?”“Will get back to you about it.” Troy responded.Bryson found out about the badge from Rickie that night at the Moonlight Restaurant. Recalling that Brianna had personally sent him a message to handle Rickie didn’t sit well with him.Why was Brianna more important than him? Why did he have to deal with Milton’s shit?He walked hurriedly to his father’s office. Roger Jackson almost cussed at his son but refrained from doing so. It would be unprofessi
What were the odds of him turning up here? Milton’s luck was thinning out. This was the perfect definition of the wrong place at the wrong time.Dickson agreed to meet with Bryson because he hoped after they have spoken, Bryson would speak sense to Troy. The number of beatings he has received from him was enough.Unluckily, he couldn’t give the answers to the questions Bryson had. One, he had no idea what he was talking about and secondly, even if he knew, he couldn’t say a word.Now, Troy was the least threatening person. He had to deal with Bryson.He kicked him in the stomach. Dickson grunted, “how stupid of me to come here.”Before Bryson say anything, they heard movements.“I thought you said you came alone,” Dickson said.“I did.” Bryson turned but saw nothing. Upon turning, Dickson had a gun on his face. Bryson sighed, “you have never shot. Give the damn gun.”“A gun?” Milton said out loud.“You brought him?” Dickson cried. He has been going through shit because of Milton and s
Whatever his father was planning was big. Bryson was sure about this. If it were not so, he would have found his bag packed, flight booked and at the moment, he would have been far away from this country.With the little guilt eating him up, he didn't complain on the fact that his father has not trusted him first about handling the Abrams.And so, he became a workaholic. He dealt with the Abrams, one talk later, addition of some cash and they sold their companies to them.He was getting busier as days went by, he had to deal with Milton's work as well as his. In addition, he had to be ready if his father called him. Well, he hasn't. The Warren Company had to have a boss or else employees would have started leaving. Since everyone knew Bryson Jackson, and they had received that message about Milton Jackson being their new boss, they adapted the new changes faster and everything was going smoothly. As he left the gym, Bryson threw his bottle of water at one of his bodyguards. Oh, he
The slight creaking sound of the door woke Milton up. Patiently, he waited for the person to come to his bed. Too bad the person was leaving and not entering.He grunted as he tried to wake up. The events of that night flooded back. He recalled the voices but two specific people were too strong in his memory; Dickson’s and Bryson’s.If he wasn’t angry at his cousin for leaving him, he would have cared about how broken Dickson sounded on what he said about his family carrying him as a child.He tried to open his eyes but couldn’t. Ever since he came here, he has been involved in two accidents now, and two recorded incidents that he didn’t have anything to do with it.Milton was flabbergasted by everything, and if it were not for the fact that he took his uncle as his savior, he would have started being skeptical of everything.No one disturbed him for over three hours, he had given up about calling for help or even opening his eyes.How long has he been out? Where was his wife? How was
“The Jackson Co. and its subsidiaries have been there for a long time. We have been awarded so many times. The company has a perfect performance record. We have no issues with anyone. Be it the employees, the stakeholder, or, the partners.“We, the Jacksons aim at nothing but success. Be it partnership or investment, our company will benefit.” Milton finished and looked from one person to another.The men wore grey suits while the lady wore black pantsuits. They were looking at Milton with amazement and at the same time, they were surprised.The Glens normally have to ask the companies to invest in them, not the other way around. Although Milton’s company was the one going to give the Glens money, he acted as though they needed the Glens to survive.Yes, Milton does recall what his uncle told him, but something wasn’t adding up.He promised himself to ask after handing his uncle the signed contract. The Glens CEOs were assholes. And instead of thinking, “why are they going so low? Wh
“Troy, don’t forget that you are dispensable like everyone else. So, find a way of luring Reporter Jansen to that shelter not far from the Ever Café.” Brianna ordered, swerving her car around others as if it were some toys.“I apologize, ma’am, I…”“Let us not cross paths.”Hearing this, Troy was already running to the car with Findley beside him. They propelled into the City.Brianna’s threats were not empty. And Troy himself knew whatever she decided to do, he would approve it. After all, he was in charge of Milton’s guards and he had failed repeatedly.Not forgetting he kidnapped him and tortured Dickson in front of Young Master Milton.Troy and Gianna knew Brianna, or so they thought. Brianna had taught Gianna programming and trained Troy how to fight alongside Gianna.So, even if they were practically her proteges, sometimes someone’s favors run dry.As Brianna drove into the mansion’s compound, she was glad she didn’t bump into Troy.Samantha was inside her bedroom singing and d
“It is a comedy, honey,” Milton said, rubbing his wife adoringly.Samantha pouted, lifted her eyes, and sighed dramatically, “you are enjoying this.”Milton shrugged, “so much.” He then winked.This was more of their honeymoon than one weekend alone. Samantha was relieved to have him this close. She was regretting what she had said about him, nevertheless, she was trying to push it back since Milton asked her to.She could see genuine care for Milton. He liked her.And to make it better, he kept assuring her that they were working hard in finding out who killed Genos. And since she was beginning to trust him and she believed in her brother, for the first time in her life, Samantha Genos was letting it go.“I am sorry Dad, I am not turning the town upside down while painting it red. We will find who killed you, I promise.” These are the words she told herself every night before she fell asleep.To avoid the paparazzi, Brianna ordered Gianna to book the entire movie theatre. The questio