Jason had turned away but the girl had only went to drop her drink and was back in Jason’s face.The girl quickly apologized to Jason, expressing her regret for not seeing him in her path. Jason reassured her that it was fine, but she persisted, insisting on helping him clean off the drink stains on his clothes. Intrigued by her persistent kindness, he eventually relented and followed her through the crowd. After all, he thought to himself, Travolta had yet to make an appearance, so a brief detour seemed harmless.They weaved their way through the opulent mansion, and Jason couldn’t help but notice the girl’s familiarity with her surroundings.“You seem to know your way around here. Are you a regular at these kinds of parties?” Jason asked, curiosity tinged in his voice.The girl let out a soft laugh, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “No, not exactly. I’ve been here a few times before. My father is acquainted with the host, so I’ve had the chance to explore the place.”Jason’s inter
Ashley’s pointAshley was worried about the way the plan is going. She wanted to know if the plan is still working fine for them so she picked up her phone to put a call through to Jason but instead she was shocked.Ashley’s heart raced as her phone rang, her father’s name flashing on the screen. A mix of fear and anticipation surged within her, unsure of what awaited her on the other end of the line. With trembling hands, she took a deep breath and answered the call.“Hello, Dad,” she said, her voice slightly quivering.“Hey, sweetheart. How’s everything going?” her father’s warm voice came through the line, seemingly unaware of the inner turmoil Ashley was experiencing.Relief washed over her, mingling with a tinge of confusion. She had expected her father’s call to be laden with accusations or probing questions, but his tone remained casual and caring. Ashley hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond.“I’m… I’m doing well,” she managed to reply, her voice still betraying her
Jason stood there, his mind reeling with conflicting thoughts and emotions. He struggled to comprehend Travolta’s reasoning behind such a proposition, feeling a mixture of disbelief, anger, and a growing disdain for the man’s greed.“Why would you want me to ask your daughter out?” Jason blurted out, his voice tinged with incredulity. “Is it simply because you believe I’m wealthy? Do you have no regard for your daughter’s wishes or feelings?”Travolta’s face hardened for a moment, his eyes narrowing as he assessed Jason’s reaction. Then, a slight smirk played on his lips as he leaned back, crossing his arms.“Let’s just say I have my reasons,” Travolta replied cryptically. “I believe in putting things to the test, seeing how they unfold. Wealth can be a powerful factor in many relationships, and I want to see how it would go between you and my daughter.”Jason’s frustration grew, his jaw clenching as he tried to maintain composure. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of resentment towar
As the group deliberated on the mysterious connections between their so-called family and the ammunition dealings, various theories were proposed. Each idea sparked a lively discussion, but none seemed to provide a definitive answer to their questions.“What if they’re spies?” Ashley suggested, her eyes filled with intrigue.“No way,” one of the others interjected. “That sounds too far-fetched. I can’t imagine our parents being involved in espionage.”Another member of the group chimed in, “Perhaps they’re part of a secret government agency, operating undercover.”Jason shook his head, expressing his doubts. “I find it hard to believe. Our parents have always been ordinary, at least that’s what I thought.”While the suggestions flew back and forth, Jason’s mind wandered to the story his mother had once shared with him. It was a tale of love and simplicity, painting his father as an honest and caring man. He desperately hoped that his father’s involvement, if any, in the ammunition dea
Jason met with Travolta’s daughter the next day, both of them lacking enthusiasm for the date. Jason couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief that she seemed just as uninterested in him as he was in her. They met at a nearby café, a neutral location that allowed them some privacy.As they sat down at a table, the daughter, whose name was Sophia, started the conversation. Her tone was indifferent, her eyes showing a glimmer of boredom.“So, Jason, tell me about your wealth,” Sophia asked, her voice lacking any genuine curiosity.Jason leaned back in his chair, a small smile playing on his lips. He appreciated her directness, as it made the situation less awkward for him.“Well, Sophia, I come from a wealthy family, but I’ve never really been interested in material possessions,” Jason replied honestly. “Money doesn’t define who I am or what I value.”Sophia raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by his response. She leaned forward, her eyes searching his face for any sign of deception.
Ashley's heart sank as she stared at the message from her father, the image of Jason hugging a girl burning into her mind. Hurt and confusion swirled within her, a mixture of betrayal and longing intertwining their grip on her emotions. She fought to conceal her pain, refusing to let it consume her.Just as she was about to compose herself, her phone rang, indicating an incoming call from her father. With a deep breath, Ashley answered, her voice steady as she tried to mask the turmoil within."Hello, Dad," Ashley greeted, her tone carefully neutral.Her father's voice came through the line, laced with a hint of triumph. "Ashley, my dear, I hope you've seen the photo I sent you. It seems your dear friend Jason has moved on rather swiftly, doesn't it?"Ashley clenched her fists, fighting back tears that threatened to escape. "Yes, Dad, I saw it. But we're just friends, you know that."Her father's chuckle held a tinge of condescension. "Ah, Ashley, my dear, sometimes friendships can ev
In the dimly lit room, the tense atmosphere grew heavy as the boss’s arrival commanded everyone’s attention. Ashley’s father, shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his heart pounding with anticipation and anxiety. The head of the unknown organization addressed him directly, his voice carrying authority and a hint of menace.“Ashley’s father, you’ve certainly shown cunning and resourcefulness by whisking your daughter away,” the boss began, his tone laced with apparent praise.Ashley’s father, initially filled with pride, smiled expectantly, thinking he was about to receive recognition for his actions. However, the boss’s expression suddenly hardened, and he swiftly withdrew a gun from his coat pocket. The room fell silent, and a wave of fear washed over Ashley’s father as he realized the gravity of the situation.Panic took hold of him as he pleaded desperately, his voice trembling, “Please, I don’t understand! What have I done? Why are you pointing a gun at me?”The boss, his eyes cold
Jason's heart pounded in his chest as worry consumed him. He dialed Ashley's number repeatedly, his fingers trembling with each press of the buttons. But each time, her phone remained silent, her voicemail the only response he received.Why is her phone switched off? That alone is enough reason to feel something was off about Ashley’s missing.Growing more anxious with every failed attempt, a nagging suspicion began to creep into Jason's mind. He couldn't shake the thought that something was terribly wrong. His thoughts drifted to Ashley's father, unaware that she had stayed behind. Could he be involved in her sudden disappearance?Fearing the worst, Jason knew he couldn't face this alone. He needed the support and help of his friends. He quickly dialed the numbers of the other boys, desperation evident in his voice."Guys, it's Jason. We need to find Ashley. Something's not right. Meet me at the usual spot," Jason said, his voice tinged with urgency and concern.The boys wasted no ti