8 Chapter 8 - Package (1/2)

For now I ignored anything that had to do with Mr. Davis offer and enjoyed the night with my friends and even with the devil. As we drink and party all night I was feeling so happy. When I felt I was getting tipsy and drunk I got down to the dance floor to drain the poison out of my system. When I feel like my mind is clear I would go back to them and drink away again.

”Should we head home soon?” I asked

”I think we should.” Jamie answered

”We should, I still have some work to do later...”

”Come on guys, don't be such a party pooper...”

”Sorry Scott maybe next time...”

”Bloody hell guys, I just got back...”

”Come on Scott unlike you we need to actually work to earn some money.”

”F*ck you, get the hell out of here.”

As we got up and notice Scott depress look we all started to feeling worried for him. We can see why he would be so depress since we hardly see each other now unlike before. Specially him since his always busy travelling around. In order to calm the devil I walked towards him and path him on the head.

”Thanks for earlier” I said with a gentle smile.

He did not say anything but I know that would cheer him up. So the three of us left him and did not say a word to each other of what I did earlier.

Since Jamie live the opposite direction from me it was Jordon who drove me home. He grab a cigarette from his coat pocket and before lighting it he looked at me as if he was aking if its alright.

”Light away...”

As he light the cigarette the whole car was filled with smoke. I really hated the smell of cigarette but did not mind when people smoke it in front of me. So I would briefly open the window time to time to let the smoke out.

”By the way Jordon regarding my proposal last time.”

”I did think about it already.”

Since my return to England I didn't really let anyone know. However, I did mention to one of my uncle I've return since I wanted to visit my grandmother's grave. My parents never told me my grandmother passed away which hurt me a lot and started hating them more.

Growing up in England my grandmother was my bestfriend. Despite not being blood related to her. She really loved me so dearly. The fact she treated me like her own daughter since she only has two son and all grandchildren were also boys. When she passed away she left me some fortune which my parents did not mention at all. But with the help of my uncle I was able to received it in no time.

Since I received a small amount of fortune I decide to invest it in a business. I was really skilled when it comes to pastry and dessert so I though of open a coffee which also sell bread and different pastry. Since Jordon took up business and accountancy with a masteral degree he was the first person I asked for help.

”Regarding your request, its not a problem at all. I can even manage it for you until you find a suitable person to take charge of the marketing and accounting part of your business. While you just focus on the baking part.”

”Really?!” I said as I jump in excitement and bump my head on the car roof.

”Bloody hell, what are you thinking...” he said as he pulled the car to a corner and checked my head.

”Where does it hurt?”

”Its fine, I was just a little too excited.”

”Be careful next time.” as he continued to drive again. ”Anyways, I'll send you an email later regarding the details and locations of different spot I think would be best for you to open your shop.”

”Jordon thank you so much!” I said as I reached out to hugged him.