With his mind still unrest, Jason paced around the living room from one corner to the other. He had just gotten off the phone with James who assured him that everything was going well in the hospital, but he still wasn’t comfortable with the fact that Brenda had gone to work after everything he told her. Later on, Tricia joined him in the living room, and it was as if she was looking for another opportunity to get closer to him. “Mr. Walker? You seem disturbed. Do you care to share what the problem could be?” She said as she catwalked toward him, making sure that he noticed her with the sound of her heels clanking on the marble tiles. “I am fine, Tricia. It’s nothing.” Jason looked away from him at once, avoiding eye contact no matter how hard she tried to get him to look at her. “It doesn’t look like it’s nothing, Mr. Walker. Just know that you can talk to me, whatever it is I am here for you. Is my friend stressing you? I wouldn’t be shocked if that was the case. Brenda does
Amidst the panic that crept into Jason’s nerves, he tried to remain calm, but it didn’t seem like the words he heard from Brenda were going to let him. “Brenda? Are you there? What’s going on? Where is James?” He waited, but there was no response. “Hello? Can you hear me? Babe?” He looked at the screen of the phone, and that was when he realized that the call had dropped. “Young Master? What's happening?” “We need to go to the hospital, Harry! Now!” Jason stormed out of the house, and Harry followed him at once, gesturing to the two guards standing by the corner of the building who followed them into the car at once.“Drive! Be fast about it!” Jason ordered at once while he continued dialing Brenda’s number, but she wasn’t answering. “Why isn’t she taking her calls? She should take her calls!” Jason grunted loudly, trying to reach Brenda for the umpteenth time. “Maybe you should call James, Young Master. He should be in the position to say what’s going on.” Harry suggeste
It was a long period of wait for everyone, laced with a lot of tension and silence. Brenda seemed more frightened than the rest of them, pacing from one end the the other while she struggled with her breath and tromping heartbeat. “Do you need that cleaned?” Asked one of the nurses from her hospital, and she shook her head, indicating that she was more concerned about James than the blood all over her. Seeing that she was not going to stop moving around in worry, Jason was forced to get up from the seat where he sat with Harry who also had his eyes on her. He walked up to her gently and grabbed her shoulders from the back. She was startled, turning abruptly to look at him with her eyes wide open. Everything seemed to be giving her anxiety. “It’s okay! It’s me! It’s just me, okay?” Jason lifted his hands until he was sure that she was calm before he gently pulled her closer to himself with a smile on his face. “You should come take a seat, Brenda. Pacing around will do you no
Clad in a black suit, Jason got ready for his meeting with Dalton and Stiles. Brenda was done making the chicken soup and freshly squeezed orange juice for James, and she packed it nicely, ready to be taken to him. “Do you really think I shouldn't take this to him myself, Jay? He literally saved my life!”“I know, Brenda. But it’s not safe out there, I can’t risk you getting hurt. The last one was a mistake that I shouldn't have made, and I am not about to repeat it.” Jason said calmly to Brenda who was carrying the basket containing the items for James. She sighed heavily and nodded reluctantly. “I am just glad that he is okay. I can't wait to see him back on his feet again.” “You will get to see him, Brenda. I need you to stay here and have enough rest, okay? You do not need to stress yourself. I will make sure this gets to him on my way out.” “Okay, if you say so. Tricia is here to be with me, I guess she came at the right time.” Brenda looked at Tricia who was standing cl
The voices of family members, friends and well wishers who had come to pay their condolence to the Palmers could be heard echoing from the main hall of the massive Palmer mansion; exquisite chandeliers hung from several angles of the roof shining brightly, reflecting sparkling glitters on the wine glasses that most of the elite guests in the hall had in their hands. All in the hall were on black outfits.Lord Richard Palmer one of the wealthiest men in Granada Hills and the founder of Palmer Pharmaceuticals had just been buried. He died after a brief illness at 85.“So sorry for your loss Lady Palmer.”“Oh thank you so much.” Mrs. Alice Palmer responded to the man in stylish black suit and a black moccasin shoe to match.“Accept my deepest condolences Lady Palmer.” Said a lady putting on a black felt hat. She handed her a bouquet of roses, Mrs. Palmer took the roses with a smile.“Where the hell is that leech of a son-in-law?” Scouring through the hall, her eyes glaring with high c
The entire members of the Palmer family were seated at the conference table that evening; Lady Alice was at one end of the long table while the Attorney was at the other end. He had a large file in his hands and a sealed envelope carefully placed on the table.“What’s he doing here? He shouldn’t be here!”Andrew the eldest Grandson called the attention of of everyone in the room who tilted their heads to see Jason approaching.“Well, my client demanded that every one living in the family mansion and belonging to this family must be present before his will be read.” Jason quietly walked to the position his wife was seated and dragged out the chair next to her to sit. He avoided the angry looks in the room.“What the hell!” Maya mumbled scoffing. She was Andrew’s wife and the daughter of the Chief of Police in Granada Hills.“Why would Dad insist that this pauper joined us? I hope he is not included in the will.”Morgan couldn’t hold his dissatisfaction, he looked at his mother in sear
Jason had just returned from purchasing grocery; his wife had sent him off as usual to the store. That had always been the regular routine. Jason would always run errands while she went on social gatherings and had fun with her friends. Even the care of the baby became his responsibility.He walked into the house through the backdoor then he made use of the elevator, his two hands holding the grocery bags firmly. Approaching their apartment, he could hear laughter and giggling. Dropping the bags on the cabinet in the kitchen, he made his way to their bedroom curious of who was the owner of the deep male voice he could hear from the room.The door to the bedroom was slightly opening, Jason could see two figures on the bed lying very close to each other in a romantic manner. He opened the door wider and walked into the room hurriedly to behold the two persons kissing and caressing each other on the bed. His wife Isabella was on lingerie while the man was bare-bodied.“What the hell!”“
Jason was confused. He took the phone down and looked at the screen one more time but he was certain that he didn’t know who was at the other end of the call.“Who is this?”“It is I Harry, young Master. Your Grandfather and I have been in search of you for decades.”“I don’t know you Harry. You must be mistaken. I am Jason Caruso not your Master.”“No young Master. Your name is Jack Walker and I would prove it to you, come to the address I would send to you.”The call dropped and a message came in almost immediately. “No 51 Chariot Street.”Jason dipped his hand inside his pockets, there was only a 20 dollar note left with him. The Palmers couldn’t let him take the bike which was given to him or any other possession.He walked through the road until he got to the highway. There was a taxi coming and so he waved at the driver who pulled over in front of him.“Take me to this address.” Jason showed the address on the phone screen to the driver who nodded.“That would be 18 bucks.” Ja