Framing Jack の小説・ストーリー

Jack says in an awful sing-song voice. There's silence, except for the girl's throaty sobs. Until he speaks again. "Clemson." "Sir?" I had no idea he had a man with him until now. "Starve her for two days," Jack orders and I can feel my eyes growing big in their sockets. "I don't like my girls chubby, she needs to lose some pounds," he adds. "Yes, sir," The man replies with respect that I can swear he's saluting Jack. "I need to go, my other little wife should be awake now."

Jack walked towards me and smacked my cheek as hard as he could. “We aren’t done yet”. He growled and grabbed my chin. I only shook my head as I looked away from his body. I could hear the pants and clothes shuffle off of some men around me as I closed my eyes. Not again, not this. I started to smack my head off the wooden post, trying to end everything,g, as Jack grabbed my hair and positioned my head for him.

Jack, who was being restrained by one of his colleagues, immediately released himself from being deterred and pushed down the folded handkerchief that was used on gagging his mouth. “Wow,” he said. “I feel neglected. Why are you guys being like this? I know I am a beautiful man but I didn’t mean to make you feel insecure. These effects of inferiority complex are too much," Jack added. This time, Farah gets her gun in the compartment under her seat. Jack immediately pressed his lips while the others restrained themselves from laughing from Jack’s misfortune. They knew that their colleague had fucked up their chief's temperance once again.

Noticing that I was standing in front of Captain Walter, he quickly put on a smile and extended his hand. “Greetings, sir. I’m Jack, the boss of Jenkins Construction.” I scoffed and refused to shake his hand. Instead, I turned and got into the car, using another phone to call my father to let him know I was safe. I was still unfamiliar with Jacksboro City’s situation and needed his guidance. Jack’s eyes briefly flashed with irritation when I ignored him, but when he glanced at Captain Walter, he quickly suppressed it. “Captain Walter, just who exactly did my brother offend? Please help us smooth things over. The Jenkins family will be deeply grateful.”

Jeremy stood in one corner of the lift chewing his chewing gum and wearing a denim jacket, unzipped and a white shirt which was almost transparent under that fashionable jacket. I admit, he looked handsome but a lot scarier than a man handsome. I stood in another corner of the lift to prevent any kind of conversation with him.

Those words cemented my "crime." The scene spiraled completely out of control. In the chaos, a young man roared, "Faking a fracture, are you? Let me see you fake it now!" Before his words finished, he lifted his foot and kicked hard into the side of my wheelchair. The unstable wheelchair flipped over instantly. I lost my balance and crashed onto the cold floor. Then the family member raised his foot and stomped with all his strength on my freshly cast right leg. "Ah!" A bone-piercing pain tore through my entire body.

Everything that happened last night actually happened. Jack stood up from the old chair he had slept in. He glanced over at Jill and confirmed she was still asleep. He quickly dressed in a t-shirt and jeans. He quickly brushed his teeth and ran his hand through his hair. Once he put his shoes on, he checked on Jill one more time before stepping out of the small room. Jack left the bar and hailed a taxi. "Omene Bank, please."

Richard nodded immediately. “As I said, I was once married. My wife passed away a few years ago and I had no intention of getting married again. I'm busy working at Jack Corporate, my office in Jakarta. I'm giving this as my office address in case anyone wants to stop by and check out my office.” Richard took out his business card. “And this too.” He also took out his KTP as the identity he could provide.

The call disconnected, and the dial tone echoed through the dead-silent living room. Tiffany climbed up from the table, rubbing her nearly crushed neck, then suddenly burst into hysterical laughter. "This is hilarious! Keep acting! Go on!" She pointed at me, laughing so hard tears nearly came out. "Jake? Squad Two? Fully equipped? Shawn, did you write this script in advance? Did you hire extras to dress up as cops too? With those acting skills, you should really consider a career change. Vice Squad? More like the janitor squad!"