THE BROKEN PUZZLE

JAX’S POV

The buzzing sound of the ringer of my phone, vibrated on the bedside table, wakes me with a hangover hitting on my head and keeps me dizzy, and the sun rays telling me it’s noontime.

I roll over towards the bedside, stretching my arms, to check the screen who’s calling, “Franco Bernier”.

I jump off the bed immediately in zombie mode and received the call.

Franco Bernier will call me for nothing, the last time he called me was when he found out about the losses of one hotel that we put up in California due to corruption in the account executives that we almost lost everything.

That dry feeling in my mouth, makes me want to get some cold water but I felt the urgency of the call.

I swallowed hard and accept the call, “Hello, Franco! Good morning...What?!?!?” heading out of the room in a minute into the living area is like running for a race to win, my hands are shaking as I clapped to turned on the 100 inches flat-screen TV.