“Sir, there’s someone here to see you,” said Nancy from the front desk.
“Does he have an appointment?” Jake asked.
“No, sir but I have already informed him that he can’t see you without an appointment.”
“And?”
“He has refused to leave.”
“What’s his name and what does he want?”
“He said his name is Orlando and he knows from the…” her voice faded away as she seemed to be speaking to someone else off the phone.
“Nancy?”
“Yes, sir. He said he knows from the slammer. He said you’d understand.”
“Orlando from the slammer…?”
“Yes, sir. That’s what he said.”
“Describe him.”
“He is caucasian, probably mid-thirties, tall, muscular, bald, with a pencil-thin beard and lots of tattoos on his neck and arms.”
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It was New Year’s Eve and Jake was in the mood for a fresh start. He didn’t want to go into another year with the emotional baggage he’d been dragging around for a few weeks now.He decided to host a small dinner at his villa with Margot as his special guest. He’d thought she would turn down his invitation but was pleasantly surprised when she agreed to show up.When she did, his butler brought her to the dining room where he was waiting for her. She was dressed in a cyan silk dress and a fur stole was draped across her shoulders.She was covered in dazzling jewellery and looked like a character from the Great Gatsby movie. He could see the suspicion in her eyes as they greeted each other but he forced himself to act cheerful and oblivious.“Thank you for accepting my invitation,” he said warmly.“Why not? I’ve been locked up in my house like a prisoner since Vincent’s death. I’m not going
A few days after Victoria’s 6th birthday, Jake received a package in the mail from an unknown sender. Orlando intercepted it out of suspicion that it might be from Jake’s enemies but he was wrong.“It’s a photo and a note from someone you might know,” said Orlando when he handed the package to Jake.“Thanks. I’ll have a look at it later.”After several hours of sitting through virtual business meetings in his study, he finally got around to checking out the delivery. It was a photo of a little boy standing in front of a birthday cake while a woman crouched beside him, smiling at the camera.“Stephanie,” he whispered when he recognized the woman in the photo.She’d dyed her hair brown and was dressed in a pastel shirt and black yoga pants. She was a far cry from the Stephanie he used to know. She looked like a regular mom.The little boy was a miniature version of Ma
When it was finally time for Megumi to return to Japan, neither she nor Jake was ready to part ways with each other.He knew he’s promised himself never to get emotionally attached to another woman again, but somehow, this one had managed to slip through the cracks and now he didn’t want her to leave.“Why don’t you just stay here instead?” He asked her. “I’ll get you a great job in one of my establishments and pay you ten times whatever you were earning in Japan.”“That sounds very enticing but I can’t just leave my family in Japan and live here.”“Then we’ll bring them here to live with you.”She snorted. “You have a better chance of moving a mountain than achieving that. They’ll never leave their home. My father owns a thriving poultry farm that is his main source of income and my mother works in a government-owned school. Then there’s my younge
Jake wasn’t surprised that he wasn’t invited to Margot’s funeral. In fact, nobody from the defunct Association was invited. Only her company and domestic staff showed up there.Rex was obviously taking his new position seriously. Jake made sure to stay informed of all of his former bodyguard’s movements as he resumed his position as the head of his dead lover’s businesses.Meanwhile, on his own end, business was moving smoothly and his relationship with Megumi was flourishing. The only hiccup in the situation was Victoria’s continued dislike of the woman despite all her efforts to be friendly to the child."Why?" Jake asked her one afternoon in her playroom after she was done with her homeschooling for the day."I just don't like her. She's weird and she talks funny.""It's called an accent and it's because she comes from another country where they speak a different language from ours.”“She do
“This arrived for you today, boss,” said Orlando, handing Jake a small envelope.“From who?”“It doesn’t say. Probably that lady friend of yours who sent a photo the other time.”“I see,” he said and opened the envelope.There was a small white card inside with a few words written on it. The message was cryptic but Jake was certain that the sender wasn’t Stephanie.“Thank you, Orlando. I’ll take it up from here.”“Sure thing, boss,” he said and left Jake’s office.He reached for his office phone to make a call. He dialled a familiar phone number and patiently waited for his call to be answered.“Hello, friend. To what do I owe this honour?”“Your niece has just sent me a message and I’m wondering how she managed to do that. Who is helping her?”“First of all, she’s not my niece.
Jake’s boots made crunching sounds as he walked on the gravel stones and stepped on dry grass and branches. It was a cold night that he’d rather spend under the covers in his wife’s embrace.“Where are they?” He asked sharply.“Behind the tool shed, boss,” said Darius, one of Orlando’s boys.He followed the bodyguard to the location where the four arsonists were being kept. They were on their knees and bloodied. Their kegs of gasoline were piled together in one corner.“So, you are the idiots that tried to burn down my factory tonight?” He asked them coldly.“We didn’t know this place belongs to you,” said one of them. His left eye was swollen shut and the right one was barely open. He was bleeding from every orifice on his head.“Who sent you here? Wait, let me guess, Rex?”“Yes, sir. It’s him!” Said another one with a bloody m
“Is this the best you can do? A lawsuit?”“You should respond to it as soon as possible so that we can get that out of the way. There’s more where that came from.”“You don’t want to travel down this road with me, Jake. I got a shit ton of evidence against you for all the shady things you’ve done all these years I worked for you.”“Bring it on, Rex. I’m ready for you.”“We’ll see about that.”“Oh, by the way, did you ever hear back from those petty criminals you sent to set my factory on fire? I sent one of them back to you with a message.”Rex was silent on the other side of the phone line but Jake could still hear him breathing heavily.“What? Cat got your tongue?”“I’ll keep coming after you until I bring you to your knees. You owe me your life and eternal loyalty.”“I owe you nothi
“This is your little brother, Vicky. His name is James Aoki Turner.” “He’s ugly!” “What! Apologize to him right now.” “Why?” “Because that was a very disrespectful thing to say.” Victoria shrugged nonchalantly. “He didn’t hear me. He’s asleep.” “Apologize anyway,” Jake insisted. “Sorry,” she grumbled. “Can I go now?” Jake glared at her. Victoria used to be such a sweet child. When did she become like this? “Please, take her home,” he said to her nanny. “Will you come home for dinner today?” Victoria asked him. “No. I’m spending the night here with James and Meg.” “Again? You’ve been here for three days already. I’m tired of eating alone!” “One more night of eating alone won’t kill you. Go home. Goodnight.” She stomped her feet angrily and marched away. Nanny gave him an apologetic look before hurrying after the angry child. Jake shook his head, wondering where he’d