Jason carefully placed the duplicated invitation in his car, strategically leaving it where his diligent bodyguard, Jose, would inevitably come across it. He knew that Jose’s reaction to the invitation could potentially reveal valuable information. As he prepared for school the next morning, Jason kept a watchful eye on Jose.Walking towards the garage, Jason feigned casualness as he noticed Jose leaning against the car, a perplexed expression on his face. Jason approached, pretending not to notice Jose’s momentary hesitation and quickly glanced at the invitation. “Morning, Jose. Anything interesting?” he asked, attempting to hide his curiosity.Jose’s eyes darted nervously before he carefully tucked the invitation away. “Ah, just found this in the car, Jason. It must have fallen out of somewhere,” he replied, his tone slightly strained.Jason raised an eyebrow, pretending to be nonchalant. “Really? Well, that’s odd. I wonder how it ended up there.” He couldn’t help but inwardly analy
As the day of the party arrived, Jason’s excitement mixed with nervous anticipation. He dialed the familiar numbers on his phone, connecting with his friends in a joint call. Their voices echoed through the speakers, filled with determination and support.“Alright, guys,” Jason began, his voice steady. “Remember, we stick to the plan. I’ll be accompanied by the bodyguard to the party. The two of you will follow in separate cars, keeping a close eye on his movements. We need to know if anything suspicious happens.”The drone boy’s voice crackled with enthusiasm. “I’ve got my drone ready. I’ll deploy it once we arrive near the party venue. It’ll provide us with an aerial view, allowing us to monitor the surroundings and spot any unusual activities.”The other boy’s voice chimed in, his tone resolute. “And I’ll have our research findings on Travolta and any potential connections ready. If there’s a chance to gather more information discreetly, we’ll be prepared to do so.”Ashley’s voice
As the guards hurled insults and accusations at Jason, his frustration grew. He couldn’t let them dismiss him so easily, especially when his mission was at stake. Determination flared in his eyes as he mustered his courage to enact plan B.In a swift motion, Jason turned towards the other boy’s father, a forced smile stretching across his face. He closed the distance between them, linking arms with the bewildered man, and greeted him with an overly friendly tone.“Well, if it isn’t Mr. James!” Jason exclaimed, trying to mask the tension in his voice. “How’s everything going? And how’s your son, (name of son)? We’re practically best friends!”Mr. James, taken aback by Jason’s sudden familiarity, furrowed his brow and hesitated before responding. “I’m sorry, young man, but I don’t believe we’ve met before. I’m not acquainted with you or your son.”Undeterred, Jason swiftly retrieved his phone and pulled up a photo of himself with the other boy, clearly showcasing their friendship. He sh
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.