Roger Jackson felt ambushed. He wanted to ask his nephew to go back to not talking to him. He hated having this conversation but he knew since Milton left work for this, if he had to torture him to speak, he would do so, passionately. “You need to sit for this.” Roger pointed to the chair. “You should,” Milton said, his voice steady but something told him soon, he would be screaming. Roger inhaled deeply and began speaking, telling Milton something he once thought he never would. *Roger, Crystal, and her husband were a piece and a pod. Crystal worked hard in ensuring the company get back up, different, and better. A few years before their death, Crystal realized a foul game from Roger Jackson and when she asked him, he got furious and he hit her. Crystal’s husband was angry at his brother for doing so and a few attempts of asking him to apologize didn’t make things better. Crystal and her husband never thought of working in the line of the mafia, but Roger did and behind their
“I love how close we have gotten. You know, just taking trips speaks more.” Tiwari joked, his mouth close to Milton’s ear. Yes, Milton has spoken to him severally about boundaries but Tiwari didn’t think he would ever follow it.He felt bad knowing Brianna left him in the middle of nowhere leading him to end up in the orphanage. Tiwari wanted to protect him in order to avoid any unforeseen predicament. Milton on the other hand was thinking what his uncle told him. Everything from the beginning came back, the fact that his uncle had lied when he said things hadn’t been okay after the death of his parents, and was why he didn’t search for him. Roger Jackson lied, he was the reason Milton was lost and, if there hadn’t been any changes in the will, Milton was a hundred percent sure his uncle wouldn’t seek him. For all he knows, he was going to enter any college, suffer, drop out, and then do menial jobs and lead a screwed-up life. Lucinda’s voice came into his mind and he knew, if he
The next day, Milton woke up feeling rejuvenated. He and Bryson ate breakfast, chatting away like brothers. His uncle fought the urge to smile. And really, wasn’t it for the best? Troy and Tiwari were outside speaking in low tones as if they didn’t want anyone to hear their conversation while Brianna appeared to be in a deep conversation on the phone and from how she was clutching her phone, the conversation wasn’t going well. The moment she ended the call, Tiwari approached her, and together, they headed to the gate. “I have spoken to Troy and we have decided it is for the best you remain with Bryson. Make sure he is okay every time.” Tiwari said, placing his hands behind his back. “Oh, as if there was a chance for me to take care of Milton? We both know this wasn’t up for a discussion don’t say as if you care about our input.” Brianna responded, removing her phone from her pocket and dialing another number. “Oh, dear. Don’t be overdramatic. Whilst I was in prison, weren’t you b
This week, Natalie was on a roll. She was doing things that would have surprised her best friends, well, the problem was, she had none. Back at college, she was the definition of a mean girl and recently, she cut out all of them, after all, nothing useful has been out of it. And since the same applied to the interns, since she didn’t form any special bond with them as she had been busy making up things about Milton, and claiming she was from a prestige family, they were not her friends either. The interns noticed her demeanor change but they didn’t get around to asking. Natalie could be anything she wanted to be and no one would do anything. As for now, she was unapproachable. Most of the interns have realized her absence at their corner office and if she hadn’t been summoned by Mr. Genya frequently, they would have thought Natalie have quit. Natalie finished compiling a report Mr. Genya asked her and rose to stretch. She had been at it for the past three hours, not talking to any
Mr. Glen raged like an angry bull on his way to his subsidiary company. He wanted to strangle his son. And when he reached there and heard Gabe didn’t stay long in the office and left immediately, he knew for sure he had to find another way of killing his son, because strangling wouldn’t do him the justice he wanted. Calling him, it went directly to a voicemail. He asked Gabe’s assistant and was informed he left for Jackson Co. Regrettably, he returned to his company. Even a fool would understand why Milton said what he did, clearly he met Gabe before he went to see him. Mr. Glen called the finance team and by the time the meeting ended, he knew for sure the chances of the company surviving for another year were low.Although he cooked up the number on the money he was to get from the company because of the last contract, it wouldn’t help a thing. And that was when he recalled he showed Milton. He couldn’t help but wonder whether Milton said no because of it or because of his son.
Milton didn’t leave his uncle’s side the whole day. Anyone might have thought they have been close. “Get better soon, uncle,” Milton whispered while removing a strand of hair from his uncle’s face. Sighing, he pulled away.“No. Where is he? I must apologize. Please, I need to see him.” Milton scoffed, wishing he heard the wrong thing. Because one, he informed Tiwari he didn’t want anyone to know who was at the hospital and which one, and secondly, how could he come here when he didn’t do what he was supposed to do? Wasn’t it only yesterday he respectably told him to handle his son?“I will be right back,” Milton said and left. Outside, Tiwari held Mr. Glen, seeing Milton he mumbled, “I swear I will have to deal with you.”“Tiwari, let him go,” Milton said. Glen dropped to his knees and began begging Milton. Milton brushed it off and told him to leave and made sure he didn’t tell anyone. Upon his eyes meeting Tiwari, Tiwari knew immediately what he was about to ask.“I will figure
Rickie’s arrival didn’t surprise Trevor Genos after all, their previous conversation ended on a light note. It was what it was. He was here as a friend. To check on him and how life was taking him. Happily, he asked the family cook to prepare their meal. And if Trevor hadn’t been so exhilarated that his friend was here, making him forget some of his daily issues, he would have noticed Rickie’s smile wasn’t the same smile he always wore. Rickie spoke to the comms while Trevor rose and got them a drink. Upon turning, Rickie nodded, robotically. “The food will be ready soon,” Trevor said, then sipped his drink.Seeing Trevor didn’t bring up the news about the ongoing rivalry between the Glens and the Jacksons, he didn’t either, what good would it do anyway? Rickie Colton arrived here earlier, and his men were already in the compound. They dominated Trevor’s men easily, after all, the men didn’t expect to be ambushed. The only person Trevor was scared of used to be Milton, but after
Hours have passed since the announcement and he was the talk across the country, more especially in the city. At various Jacksons' companies too.Those who spoke ill about him, in his presence. Those who treated him poorly just because he looked like nobody wanted the world to crumble so they would disappear. Most of them wanted to go back to the previous evening, sleep, and wake up to something else in the news, articles, and the paparazzi outside. How gullible were they when a stranger like him carried himself well? Why didn’t they ever wonder why he was seen only once in a while? Why didn’t they worry about Mr. Roger and his son? Why didn’t they wonder how came he used the executive lift instead of the common one most of the time? The signs were there and they had been silly not to see them. One thing for sure was, if Milton hadn’t passed by in the morning and asked them to continue with their work as always, they would have been at the door begging him to forgive them. Finally