Jerome's POV
"I paced up and down my living room still confused. She wasn't picking up any of my calls and that made me want to go to her place but no. That would would stir a lot of trouble. There's a lot at stake already.
"There's no way this is going up be made right Jerome you know that."
"I know," I took another swig of my whiskey letting the liquid burn my throat.
"What are you going to do," Eloit asks.
"The one thing I should have done a long time ago." I make way to the bedroom and grab my laptop and go back to the living room. I sat on the couch and powered it on and the opened a plain template to write.
The two watch me as I type on the laptop and they watch the television without bothering me.
"What are you doing over there, Josh finaly decides to break the silence."
"Doing the right thing," he stands up and comes to look over.
"Are you nuts?"
"No I'm not." I ignore him and continue typing.
