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Chapter <b>13</b><b>: </b><b>What’s </b><b>next</b><b>? </b>
Jamie looked at his brother with confliction. He wasn’t sure if he truly wanted to know. Deciding for him, Christian handed him the report. Jamie’s brows furrowed as he began to read, by the time he was finished…he <b>face </b>looked ghostly pale. How could one person go through this much.
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As Vanessa watched the tears start to form in his eyes; she snatched the report from Jamie. <b>As </b>she read on…her face began to ashen. She had no idea this was what Josie endured. His voice trembling, Jamie looked at Christian.
“H–<i>How </i><i>could </i><i>they </i>let <i>this </i><i>happen</i><i>?</i><i>” </i>
<i>“</i><i>I </i>don’t <i>know</i><i>. </i><i>We’re </i><i>investigating </i><i>everything </i><i>now</i>. <i>Me </i><i>and </i><i>dad </i><i>believe </i><i>she </i><i>was </i><i>targeted </i>on <i>purpose</i>. <i>The </i>main <i>thing </i><i>right </i><i>now </i><i>is </i><i>finding </i><i>out </i><i>who </i><i>put </i><i>the </i><i>bullseye </i><i>on </i><i>her </i><i>back</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>
Vanessa felt as if she was going to faint. Four years ago, when Josie was first sent to prison, she paid officer Tillman to make Josie’s life in prison hard. Her original goal was to break her enough to where she would want to leave the Taylor n permanently. She had no idea they would do all of this to her. Still, she knew Christian wouldn’t see it that way. She needed to contact Tillman fast!
<i>“</i>I’m <i>going </i><i>to </i><i>say </i><i>this </i>once <i>and </i>once <i>only</i><i>…</i><i>from </i><i>this </i><i>point </i>on….<i>leave </i>Josie alone. <i>Until </i><i>we </i><i>figure </i><i>out </i><i>exactly </i><i>what </i>she’s <i>doing</i>; <i>only </i>dad or <i>I </i><i>will </i>deal <i>with </i>her. <i>Understood</i><i>?</i><i>” </i>
Both Jamie and Vanessa nodded in agreement. Harold left the foyer. He knew Laura was likely in distress by now. As he grew closer to their bedroom, he could hear the sobsing from the other side of the door. Slowly opening their bedroom doors, he could see Laura hunched over on her side of the bed crying hysterically. Harold’s eyes began to water <b>as </b>he watched his wife cry in pain.
This wasn’t how any of this was supposed to go. Josie was only supposed to do her four years ande home. He knew she would be upset about her grandmother, but he’d n to spoil her topensate for that. Now, he would have to find out who did these things to her and make them pay as retribution to his daughter.
<b><i>“</i></b><b><i>Laura</i></b><i>…</i>it’s <i>going </i>to be <i>okay-</i>”
“HOW!!! <i>How </i><i>will </i><i>this </i>be <i>okay </i><i>Harold</i>!!! I <i>didn’t </i><i>want </i><i>her </i>to <i>get </i>hurt in <i>there</i><i>!! </i><i>You </i>told me she wouldn’t!”
Harold’s face instantly filled with guilt. Back when Josie first got sent to prison, he assured Laura she would be okay. But now…it seemed that was the furthest thing from the truth.
“I want <i>them </i>to <i>pay</i><i>! </i><i>I </i><i>want </i><i>you </i>to find <i>the </i><i>fuckin </i>shitheads that did <i>this </i>to my daughter and make them pay!!!”
Harold nodded in agreement. He had every intention of making that happen. They dared toy a hand on a Taylor; he would personally saw that hand off as a gift to Josie.
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Josie’s rideshare arrived at Marlon’s condo around 1pm. <b>As </b>she pulled her bags out of the car, her body began to feel fatigued. It was <b>as </b>if the entire day had drained her and it was only after 1pm. Marlon wouldn’t be home until five; after she got settled, Josie decided she would take a nap.
Josie woke up to smell of chicken frying. Forgetting where she was for a moment<b>; </b>she quickly <b>sat </b>up and looked around the room in a panic. Her breathing trying to pace<b>; </b>she remembered she was now at Marlon’s. Josie hopped out of her bed and made her way to the kitchen. As she grew closer<b>, </b>she could see Marlon watching something on TV <b>as </b>he fried the chicken. The sweet and spicy smell began to make her stomach growl, looking at the clock she realized it was now after 8pm.
“Oh <i>my </i><i>god</i><i>!! </i>I <i>didn’t </i>mean to sleep <i>this </ite<i>!!</i><i>” </i>
Startled, Marlon quickly turned around.
“<i>Hey</i><i>, </i><i>hey </i><i>sleeping </i><i>big </i><i>head</i>.<i>” </i>
Josie feigned annoyance <b>as </b>she walked over to her cousin.
<i>“</i><i>What </i><i>time </i><i>did </i><i>you </i><i>get </i><i>home</i><b><i>?</i></b><b><i>” </i></b>
<i>“</i><i>Right </i>before 5:30.”
“<i>WHAT</i><i>!!! </i><i>Dummy</i><i>! </i><i>Why </i><i>didn’t </i><i>you </i><i>wake </i><i>me </i><i>up</i><i>!</i><i>” </i>
Marlon raised an eyebrow.
“<i>Why </i><i>would </i>I do <i>that</i><i>?</i><i>” </i>
“<i>Because </i><i>you </i><i>were </i><i>home</i><i>!</i><i>” </i>
Marlon smiled at his little cousin and patted her head.
<i>“</i><i>Jojo</i><i>…</i>I <i>came </i>to check <i>in </i><i>on </i><i>you</i><i>. </i><i>You </i><i>were </i><i>sleeping </i><b>so </b><i>sound</i><i>…</i><i>there </i><i>was </i><i>no </i><i>way </i><i>I </i><i>was </i><i>interrupting </i><i>that</i><i>. </i><i>It’s </i><i>probably </i><b><i>been </i></b>a while <i>since </i><i>you </i><i>slept </i><i>that </i><i>good</i>.<i>” </i>
Josie smiled warmly at her big cousin.
“About <i>four </i>years<b><i>.</i></b>”
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<i>“</i><i>So</i><i>! </i>I see <i>the </i>smell good <i>fried </i>chicken; <i>what </i>else <i>we </i><i>having</i>?”
Marlon tilted his chin in the direction where the sides were.
<i>“</i><i>Since </i>I <i>did </i>Korean style fried chicken I made <i>some </i><i>white </i>rice with kimchi and pickled white <i>radish</i><i>.</i>”
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Josie’s eyes widen with excitement; Marlon was the one that taught her how to cook. And whereas <b>she </b>fancied herself a great cook; nothing beat his Korean style fried chicken. Eager to eat; she practically danced over to the dinner table.
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Marlon set the table and served both he and Josie. The first bite into the chicken was like heaven to her. She closed her eyes and bobbed her head happily as if she were listening to music as she ate. Marlon couldn’t help butugh, she would do that same thing when they were younger. It was good to know the old Josie wasn’tpletely destroyed by those people.
“<i>So</i><b>…</b><i>what’s </i><i>the </i><i>overall </i><i>n</i><b><i>?</i></b><b>” </b>
Marlon asked in between bites<b>. </b>
<i>“</i><i>Well</i>….I’m <i>going </i><i>to </i><i>tear </i><i>them </i><i>all </i><i>down</i>. <i>One </i><i>by </i><i>one</i><i>…</i><i>in </i>the <i>areas </i><i>that </i>mean <i>the </i>most to <i>them</i>.”
Marlon nodded in agreement.
“<i>Yeah </i><i>but </i><i>how</i><i>?</i><i>” </i>
Josie chewed her food before responding.
<i>“</i><i>By </i><i>bing </i>one of <i>the </i><i>most </i><i>powerful </i><i>people </i><i>in </i><i>Bridgeton</i>.”
Marlon’s eyes widen. That was an unrealistic ambition.
“<i>How </i>do <i>you </i><i>n </i><i>on </i><i>doing </i><i>that</i><i>?</i><i>” </i>
Josie smiled at her cousin; she knew he probably thought she was crazy.
<i>“</i>By <i>creating </i>a <i>new </i><i>name </i><i>and </i><i>new </i><ipany</i><i>. </i><i>I </i><i>need </i><i>to </i><i>have </i>a <ipany </i><i>Taylor </i><i>Corp will </i><i>desperately </i>need<i>.</i><i>” </i>
<i>“</i><i>So </i>it’ll <i>have </i><i>to </i>involve <i>real </i><i>estate</i><i>?</i>”
Josie nodded in agreement. The Taylor fortune was due to her father and grandfather being real estate andnd development tycoons. With that, they were able to expand their business throughout the entire Eastern Region estimating their ie in the low billions. Josie would need to set up apany that would tailor that need and she had just the right kind of business venture in mind.
“I managed to do one good <i>thing </i><i>in </i><i>that </i><i>hellhole</i>, I have a <i>double </i>master’s in architectural design and international
business.”
Marlon’s eyes widen; he had no idea she was able to go to college while in prison.
“<i>How </i>does <i>that </i>work<i>? </i><i>Do </i>you do online?”
Josie nodded in agreement.
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<b>“</b><i>Yup</i><i>. </i><i>There’s </i>a <i>program </i><i>that </i><i>Vancore</i>–<i>University </i>runs <i>that </i>allows inmates <i>that </i>tested <i>high </i>on <i>their </i><b><i>SATS </i></b><b>to </b>apply. I had a <i>perfect </i>score <i>after </i>all.”
Before her incarceration, Josie scored a perfect score on her SATS and also graduated valedictorian of her <b>ss</b>. She’d got epted into Bridgeton’s number one University. Vancore was number two.
<i>“</i><i>I’m </i><i>impressed </i><i>little </i><i>cousin</i><i>! </i><i>So </i><i>you </i><i>want </i>to <i>start </i><i>an </i><i>architectural </i><i>designing </i><ipany</i><i>?</i><b><i>” </i></b>
<b><i>“</i></b><i>Yup</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>
“<i>Okay</i><i>…</i><i>then </i><i>you’re </i><i>going </i><i>to </i>need to <i>catch </i><i>the </i><i>eye </i>of <i>a </i><i>top </i><i>corporation </i>in order <i>to </i>make <i>yourself </i><i>more </i>desirable <b>to </b>the <i>Taylors</i>.<b>” </b>
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