Joey was stunned by the 15,000 dollars of cash scattering about. She had not expected the black shopping bag to contain such a thing, which was why she had been so flagrant about taunting him. Who would have known that the very thing she had taunted him about would turn out to be true?Hell, she had not even thought she would end up shooting herself in the foot! Evanna was just as baffled. She had wanted to step in at any given opening as soon as her mother had intruded on their conversation, thinking that her mother was too much. But now that she was eyeing the money on the floor, she realized why Javier had been gripping his bag so tightly just now. It was less because he was infuriated and more because he had been suppressing the impulse to toss the money on her mother’s face. All that self-control had been for naught, though. Joey had ended up embarrassing herself.The older woman herself stayed rooted to the floor, mouth agape, suddenly unsure what to do next. She was the on
Evanna’s grandfather’s birthday was coming right up, and Javier needed to get a suitable gift. After some thought, he decided to find something on a street renowned for its antique shops. Javier was no expert at these things. Like most people, he was a total noob and a prime target for rip-offs. But Javier was not afraid of that at all. He was special after all. He knew that real antiques possessed energy essence that could only be created by time, and unlike common plebeians, his Astral Sight could see it. Naturally, Javier was the only man on Earth who could tell if an antique was genuine or not by looking into its temporal energy. Javier took a casual stroll down the street with his hands behind his back. Everything seemed cool. Everything seemed to be vying for his interest. Unfortunately, his demeanor alerted the veteran vendors by showing his inexperience. It was like a neon sign above his head, telling them he was the biggest sucker they had met in a long, long time…Exci
There was no such person as an amateur clockmaker called John Barnum. Javier had made it up, which clued Barney into realizing that Javier did not know what he was talking about at all.It also made the less-than-fetching 450-dollar bid a bit easier to swallow. This was a dumb*ss who did not know anything about art, man. Just the reminder that this clock had been bought at the economical price of 30 dollars was enough to make 450 dollars seem like an absolute win. Of course, no antique-based conman worth his salt would say yes to a bargain-bin price so quickly. Barney had to go through the motions, mumbling about how hard it would be for him to part with his crown treasure, before finally agreeing to sell it for 450 dollars with a convincing wince. After Javier wrapped the clock with newspaper and left with his loot, Barney reclined into his lounge chair, a cigarette between his fingers and a cup of Earl Grey in his other hand. Life was good when one knew how to take a little adva
Boris would gladly admit that he had never seen a secret pocket watch hidden in a mass-produced clock. Most importantly, he had never seen anything quite like it before. The craftsmanship, the skill of its unknown artisan, the color, the aesthetics, and the sheer history—all of it rivaled the watches and clocks Boris had collected, which were worth 750,000 in total!Boris’s attitude had changed. His tone and attitude had now become respectful. One might even wonder if he had begun to see Javier as an antique master. Boris certainly thought only a master could somehow sense a real relic in a quotidian trinket. “C-Can I, uh, get a feel of that, partn—sir?” After receiving Javier’s explicit approval, Boris held the watch in his hand carefully and hugged it close to his chest. It was as if he could not bear to drop it lest this beauty got hurt. He enjoyed the small moment he had with the watch before parting with it reluctantly.He then pushed his money from the boot toward Javier. “I’
Boris said it was a friend who needed help, but as it turned out, the matter was not as advertised after all. The friend turned out to be an art dealer who was selling a Renaissance sculpture to a few good interested buyers. “This, right here, is a Mannerist sculpture oozing with the aesthetic of the High Renaissance. How did this end up in my collection? Well, my great-great-great grandfather used to be quite the explorer, and during one of his travels, he found himself lending a hand to a local parisher in Hildegarde…”As the man began recounting the sculpture’s supposed history, Boris nudged Javier sheepishly. “Sorry I was not more forthcoming,” he muttered under his breath. “It’s not about my friend, see. I’m interested in this sculpture, but I can’t really tell if it’s genuine or not, so…”Javier empathized. He could not blame him for his fib. Purchasing antique artwork had always posed a large risk regardless of its potential large returns. One would always worry that somethi
The dealer was basically locked in his room, where angry buyers were making him eat the sculpture, so to speak. Any pleas simply fell on deaf ears, so he ended up wailing and howling like a banshee. Boris was quite interested in joining the carnival. The fact that he had come this close to parting with 750,000 had pissed him off!His wish was not granted. He caught Javier leaving by the door and hurried over, calling out, “Wait! I haven’t paid you your just reward!” Oh, god! Javier had forgotten about this. His mind had been too occupied with buying a suitable gift box for the pocket watch. Boris asked for Javier’s bank account number and transferred 75,000 straight away. He then stuck up his thumb before the latter’s face. “You are a god among men, sir! That is to say—you’re so good at what you do, you’re no different from a genuine psychic! Please impart some wisdom to a friend. How did you know it was a fake? What were the signs?”Cough, now that was an impossible question t
Don not seeing eye to eye with his sister-in-law, Joey, meant that his son, Eliott did not see eye to eye with Evanna either. If sarcasm did not drip from his words each time they met, Evanna herself might feel out of place.Evanna ignored Eliott and was about to carry the bonsai, when Javier got to it first.“It’s heavy, I’ll do it. Help me with that box instead.”Evanna nodded and retrieved the wooden box that housed the ruby and diamond pocket watch from the car.“Tch. Tch. The gifts you two brought… Even scavengers wouldn’t want to bend down to pick them up if they saw them.”Eliott shook his head after mocking them and headed inside the hotel with his chauffeur. The chauffeur was carrying something covered with a red cloth, so it was not clear what the item was in particular.Javier carried the potted plant, while Evanna carried Javier’s box as they headed to the hotel lobby.According to the local custom, there was a reception at the door where someone took a record of the
This was exactly the reason Evanna did not want to talk to Ruby. Don and Dahlia were siblings, and both of them had opinions about Joey being the assistant principal. As Dahlia’s daughter, how could Ruby actually be genuinely friendly to Evanna? Besides, Don was the one who had pulled some strings to get Steven his job at the ministry of education.Steven quickly spoke up after Ruby.“Ruby, it would not be difficult to get a full-time security chief position for Javier, but he’s too useless. He can’t even do anything. If I have to get a job for him, I could only look for one in the countryside, as management there is more lenient.“If there’s really a thief or a robber and Javier can’t catch them, no one will mind in that case, right?”Ruby nodded and kissed Steven on the cheek. “Your consideration is so well-rounded, darling.”After she complimented her husband, she turned to tell Javier, “Javier, we’re a family, but we ought to be courteous. You should thank Steven, don’t you th
As Bernadetta launched a barrage of kicks against the restaurant door, Mrs. Greene summoned 120% of her strength, holding the fort. The older woman had made a living terrorizing others with absurd accusations and downright unreasonable demands, but this time, she had met her match. Bernadetta James put the “man” in the word “woman”—in that she resorted to violence as soon as things escalated. In the end, it took both Mrs. Greene’s apology and a deal to provide Javier and Bernadetta with three days’ meals, all free of charge, to make the young woman stop. Then—“because I actually have a weakness against people sincerely appealing to my better angels,” according to Bernadetta—she amended the peace offer, changing the three days’ free meals to…a week’s worth. Back in the inn, Javier expressed his heartfelt gratitude to Bernadetta for rescuing him. “I can’t thank you enough for standing by my side when I needed it the most, Bern. But I can thank you a bit more if you refrain from using t
Mrs. Greene opened her flap and unlocked the floodgate, the spit during her tirade so profusive that she could water an old lady’s lawn. “It’s him, officers! It’s all him! He did this to his own camera just to remove himself as a suspect, but we know better than that! He’s the guy who stole my goddamn lingerie!”She turned and trained her finger on Javier. “You vile, disgusting, degenerate piece of sh*t! Ptooey!”‘Back at you! I'd rather spend the night with my left hand than with you!’ By this point in the morning, Bernadetta had arrived at work. Her heels clicked onto the floor as she sauntered toward the commotion. As soon as she heard what had transpired, she laughed, looking clearly amused. She trained her perfectly manicured finger on Javier and piled on. “Oh, it was him. I can testify to that! He stole Mrs. Greene’s bra because he is…the Lingerie Phantom Thief! By day, he is Javier Kersey. At night, he is Jo Ker, the Bra Stealer!” Javier threw his arms up in exasperation
Javier shook his head. By the time his vision was back to normal, the dog was gone. It had escaped! “What kind of hell spawned this little sh*t?!” Javier wondered to himself aloud. “Was this really an effect of the world changing? Is this an example of mutation because of the Storm? Or is there something else at play?”Baffled and unsure what to think, Javier returned to the dorm and told the residents to open the door. Inside, he found Florence huddling the frightened kids closely. She was white from fear, and yet in the presence of vulnerable kids, she had assumed the role of the protector without a second thought. “Hush, it’s alright! It was fake. Someone pulled a terrible prank and put on this white sheet and…” Javier made up a fib to explain the haunting away exactly because the truth could land him in a mental institution. No one would believe him—and for good reason too!Javier drove Florence back to the Yuzuian restaurant, where the latter’s electric scooter was. While
A resentful wail—interspersed only by sobs that sounded more like someone was being strangled—was echoing in the middle of the night while Javier and Florence could not see even a single soul out there? Animated by the power of “hell, naw!”, Florence dove into Javier’s arms for protection. Her hands were clasped firmly on either side of her head, hoping to block out the ghastly demand in her ears. Her eyes were squeezed so tightly shut that even a crowbar could not pry them open.Javier himself was just as terrified. He would have felt better if he could see the source of the voice rather than just hear a woman sobbing about getting her head back. At least he would know what he was up against! But just hearing it without any visuals at all?! Nooooope!Then, Florence hugged him in a “help-me!” sort of way. She was soft and supple—damn, that sexy figure in combination with her silky-smooth skin sure was welcoming. She was warm, and damn did she smell good! Nothing competed with fea
The dog barked in protest as it pointed its paw at Javier with the intensity of a mob before executing a monarch. The flames in its eyes were so bright that they could incinerate Javier into ashes in milliseconds. In the end, though, all that protest was for naught. Constance tied it up in the parking garage, while Javier watched in glee. Ah, sweet, sweet revenge! The stupid dog had thought it could set him up, had it? That would teach it!The look the Pomeranian shot him almost felt like a threat: ‘Just you f*cking wait, hooman!’‘Wait for what? How much can a stupid b*tch like you do to me?’ Javier scoffed in his mind. Now that the four-legged pest was gone, Javier turned back to Constance and talked about the new orphanage. As it turned out, despite the old woman’s sentiments for the building she had founded, she was a lot less obstinate and unreasonable as she might appear. “I mean, I don’t object to it completely. I know the new place is gonna be better, but…” She faltered a
Florence called half an hour later to tell him where they’d be having dinner. After leaving the inn in Bernadetta’s care, he hurried to the venue. Florence had picked a newly-opened Yuzuian restaurant. Javier had never liked Yuzuian restaurants, but since Florence had invited him, courtesy stopped him from asking the woman to change their meeting venue. He found Florence quickly enough and sat across from her. They placed their orders, and Javier began his performance: He started sighing and doing his best to look forlorn. It intrigued Florence enough to ask what was wrong, and Javier told her about his unfortunate beef with Constance that day.“It’s so unfair, man! Why would I bully a dog for no reason?” he moaned. “I’m sure Aunt Constance misunderstood. You’re a knightly, heroic, kind man! How could someone like you possibly get off on hurting a dog? I’m sure Aunt Constance was just too worried about the dog’s welfare to think things through. She didn’t mean it. I can vouch for
Herschel was dressed quite sharply today. It was the full ensemble—black leather shoes, black slacks, a white collar, and last but not least, the good old oil-slicked hair. The typical look of a high-ranking office worker, just as Javier had requested. Ordering him to get in his car, Javier asked, “You brought all the stuff I told you to?”“Yo, I would never forget the stuff my boss told me to bring. I’ve got all the preparations down pat. You can check ‘em if you don’t trust me,” Herschel replied. He fished an ID and some documents out of his leather bag. “See? All the documentation a journalist in the most important room of a news agency would have.”After a round-check and some instructions, Javier sent Herschel on his way to complete his mission. The man was strangely reluctant, though. “Boss, you told me you decided to work in that inn, right? Does that mean, you know, that you’re gonna call me ‘boss’ while you’re there?”Javier had almost forgotten he had mentioned this. It
Javier’s suspicion turned to Constance Hellman’s white Pomeranian. He turned to the director’s office and met the dog’s eyes. With its paws on the windowsill, it hoisted itself up to look out of the window. Seeing the dog cracking a lopsided grin and baring its fangs—beaming as smugly as a teacher’s pet who had managed to subdue everyone through the power of being the boss’s favorite—made it look both amusing and chilling. It would have been had the dog not caught Javier’s gaze, suddenly dropped the smile, and put on a face that seemed to be saying, ‘I’m just your average dog! Nothing to see here!’And then it feigned—yes, feigned—a yawn as its one last measure to cover up the fact that it had been laughing smugly to itself. ‘What. The. Actual. F*ck?!’ Javier thundered in his mind. ‘B*tch’s a natural actress! What’s it doing here instead of being interviewed on a talk show after becoming viral on TikTok?’In combination with Russell’s report, the incident inside the director’s of
As Javier was befuddled, Constance rushed in from outside and picked up the white Pomeranian gingerly to carefully check its injured leg.“Oh, baby, what’s the matter? Did you hurt your leg?”The white Pomeranian whined in pain and began twitching upon hearing Constance’s concerned question. This upset Constance so much that she admonished him sternly. “Mr. Kersey, I thought that you were a loving person, but I can’t help doubting your motive now.“I’m skeptical about you taking good care of the kids here when you’d even hit a cute dog!”Javier felt extremely offended. When had he hit the dog? He hurriedly explained, “Madam Hellman, I didn’t do anything!”Constance asked angrily, “You didn’t do anything? Why would it suddenly limp now and whine so pathetically? Why did it hurry over to me? Give me a reasonable explanation!”Javier was in distress as well. “How would I know? It was fine when I was carrying it just now, but it wanted to get down on the floor, so I carefully placed