Isaac took a few seconds to process what Otis had just told him. He really wanted to help Jessie and not doing anything especially when he was capable made him feel useless. But he also knew that Otis had a solid point. If he did this, it would be the very thing that would pull him and Jessie apart even before they got together. “You have a point.” Isaac agreed with Otis. “I’d like to think that too.” Otis made a turn down the street and drove towards the skyscraper that Isaac was staying in. “So what would you suggest that I do?” “Have faith. Have faith that when the right time comes, Jessie would open up to you. And not just about her secret but about everything.” Otis replied, and the car came to a stop. Isaac smiled, feeling good that Otis just saved him from almost making a mistake that would have bitten him in the butt. “Thank you, Otis.” He smiled warmly.“You’re welcome,” Otis pressed a button in the car and the locks on the doors made a sound, signaling that the doors we

Isaac stared at Jessie, slightly surprised that she wanted to go to another party. But it made him excited and glad that she also wanted to spend more time with him. “Are you sure?” She giggled and the sound made Isaac smile warmly. He loved seeing her happy. “Yes, I’m sure.” She sat down in her seat next to Isaac. The class was now almost full but the teacher was not there yet so everyone was doing their own thing. “But what about your secret?”Her eyes dimmed a bit but hope then sparked in them. “It’s all good. My brother is taking care of it. There is nothing to worry about.” Her tone was confident. “That’s great! I genuinely hope that it all works out!” Isaac meant the words that flowed out of his mouth. He really did not like seeing Jessie weighed down and downcast. He enjoyed it when she was light and filled with a softness that he could barely describe.“If you need my help at all, just let me know,” Isaac added, and then he bit his bottom lip in nervousness. He remembered

“Come on dad, leave them alone,” Josh complained to his father. His father was a successful CEO and made sure to insert his title in every conversation. It made Josh feel uncomfortable.“I’m just trying to get to know your friends, Josh. You complained about how I am not in your life enough and when I finally attempt to, you push me away,” His father’s voice was smooth and heavy. “Jessie, this is my father, James Clinton.” Josh gave in and introduced Jessie to his father. Josh’s father smiled politely as he reached out his hand to shake Jessie’s. “Nice to meet you, dear. And might I say, you look lovely.” “Thank you, Mr. Clinton.” “And you, young man. You look familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?” Josh’s father said when he turned his attention to Isaac as he tried to shake the young heir’s hand. “I’m Isaac Ford. Nice to meet you, Mr. Clinton.” Isaac was really good at social interactions like this. His father made sure of it. His father made him understand that he was to be a

Robert Ford entered the sitting area and saw his brother sitting on the long fur-covered chair. His mother sat not too far, and she frowned a bit when her eyes landed on him.Victor stood to his feet and straightened the suit on him. His hair was perfectly styled, and the shoes he wore alone cost nearly ten thousand dollars. He had been in prison for a long time and being free felt good.He could still remember why he had been thrown in jail. It was because he beat a man to death. Victor did regret that the man died but he knew that he only assaulted him because the man had been caught trying to rape his girlfriend of six years.He had been so angry and filled with rage that all he could see was red. He bashed the man’s head in with a short-length iron pole that he had found in the same alley where everything was happening. There was so much blood but he did not stop hitting the man until he was out of breath.Afterward, he took his girlfriend to her family and turned himself in. He g

Isaac watched Otis park the fancy jeep in front of the airport, which was where he was with his luggage. Otis got down from the vehicle and kept the engine running as he took the luggage away from Isaac respectfully. “How was your flight?”“It was meh. I have flown on better airlines,” Isaac joked, and Otis laughed in response. When the luggage was in the trunk and Isaac was in the backseat of the car, he let out a sigh. It felt good to be back in New York. “Did you take care of what you went to take care of the back home?” Otis asked as he drove Isaac to the penthouse. The car was filled with light jazz music. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, I think I can say that.” Isaac did not want to get into the specifics with Otis. Not that he did not trust the man, but he was just a bit weary of the topic and liked that his life here was different. He was afraid that if he told Otis fully about what happened at home, then in a way he would be contaminating his life here with life back home. Isaac did no