Harley Smith Found

"Excuse me, what did you just say?" Alexander asked, his voice low and dangerous.

The two men turned to face him, their expressions surprised at being called out.

"I said what I said," the first man replied, his tone defensive.

Alexander took a step forward, his gaze piercing. "You have no right to make accusations like that. You don't even know me."

The second man tried to intervene. "Hey man, we didn't mean anything by it. We were just talking."

Alexander turned to him, his eyes blazing. "No, you were spreading lies and slander. You have no idea what kind of person I am."

Caleb stood up, placing a hand on Alexander's shoulder. "Hey man, let's just go. They're not worth it."

Alexander took a deep breath and nodded. "You're right. Let's go."

As they walked out of the bar, Alexander couldn't shake the anger he felt towards those two men. He knew that he had to stay strong and not let their words get to him. He turned to Caleb, grateful for his friend's support.

"Thanks, Caleb. I don't know what I would do without you," Alexander said.

Caleb smiled. "Hey man, that's what friends are for. We'll get through this together."

Caleb suggested they go to a restaurant, saying he was famished. Alexander agreed, saying that's where they should have gone in the first place, adding that they wouldn't have met those annoying men.

Caleb laughed and told Alexander to let go of his anger. "Come on, man. Let's get some food in you. You'll feel better."

Alexander nodded, and they made their way to the restaurant. As they perused the menu, Alexander's appetite returned, and he started to relax.

"Thanks for being there for me, Caleb," Alexander said, taking a sip of his drink.

Caleb smiled. "Hey, that's what best friends are for. We've been through so much together. I'm not going to let some random guys ruin our night."

Alexander chuckled. "Yeah, you're right. I shouldn't let them get to me."

As they enjoyed their meal, Alexander felt grateful for Caleb's unwavering support. He knew that he had someone he could count on in times of trouble.

"You know, Caleb, I don't know what I would do without you," Alexander said.

Caleb grinned. "You'd probably be lost without me. But seriously, man, we've got each other's backs. That's what friends do."

Alexander nodded, feeling a sense of comfort wash over him. He knew that no matter what happened, he could count on Caleb to be there for him.

After the meal, Caleb drove Alexander back to the company. Alexander got out of Caleb's car, said his goodbye, and walked towards his car. As he opened the door to his car, he paused and turned back towards Caleb.

"Hey, Caleb. Thanks for tonight. I needed it," Alexander said, a grateful smile on his face.

Caleb nodded. "No problem, man. You know I'm always here for you."

Alexander got into his car and zoomed off, the familiar sights and sounds of the city rushing past him. As he drove, he couldn't help but reflect on the events of the night. Despite the accusations and the hurtful words of those two men, he felt grateful for the unwavering support of his best friend.

As he pulled up to his luxurious mansion, Alexander breathed a sigh of relief. He had worked hard to achieve success, and he knew that he could weather any storm that came his way. He walked into his home, feeling a sense of peace wash over him.

Despite the challenges he faced, Alexander knew that he could always count on the love and support of his family and friends. And with that thought, he settled down for the night, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Suddenly Alexander's phone rang, interrupting his thoughts. He checked the caller ID and saw that it was his private investigator, William Jones. Alexander took a deep breath before answering the call.

"Hello, William. What did you find out about Harley Smith?" Alexander asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

"I've got some information that might interest you, Alexander," William replied. "It turns out that Harley Smith's real name is Joyce Garcia, and she's a con artist. She doesn't have a son, and the boy in the picture is not related to her at all."

Alexander was stunned. "Are you sure about this, William? I mean, what would she gain from ruining me? And how did she get a picture of a boy who looks exactly like me?"

"I'm positive, Alexander. I've got the evidence to prove it," William said. "I'll send you all the information I have, including her address. If you want to confront her, I suggest you do it soon before she disappears."

"Thanks, William. I'll check my email and make a plan," Alexander said, ending the call.

After a few moments, William Jones swiftly compiled all the information he had on Harley Smith and sent it to Alexander's email. Alexander wasted no time in printing out the documents and meticulously scrutinized every detail, leaving no stone unturned. As he perused the information Alexander's mind was reeling with questions as he tried to make sense of the scandal that had erupted against him. He couldn't understand how a woman he knew nothing about could fabricate such a story and produce a picture of a boy who looked exactly like him. It didn't make sense, and he couldn't shake the feeling that someone was pulling the strings behind the scenes.

As soon as Harley Smith had dropped the bombshell scandal that a boy with an uncanny resemblance to Alexander existed, Alexander's mind went into overdrive. The possibility that the boy might be his son consumed him, and he felt an urgent need to uncover every available detail. Driven by curiosity and a deep sense of longing, Alexander embarked on a quest to unravel the mystery of the boy's identity, hoping against hope that he might finally find the missing piece of his life's puzzle.

Glancing once more at the information document, his eyes scanned its contents with renewed focus. He discovered Harley Smith's address: 12126 133rd St, Queens, NY 11420. Upon reading it, he clenched his fist and vowed, "I'll be paying a visit to Harley Smith's residence first thing in the morning."