THE GHOST
Jack threw the cigar he was holding on the ground and crushed it under his slippers. Raising his head to stare at Timothy, "What contract are you talking about?" Jack asked, he wasn't aware of any contract, he was very sure he didn't sign any contract.
The worried expression on Timothy's face was giving him the creeps but he retained his original stance.
Timothy sighed, scratching his bald head.
*Scratch! Scratch! Scratch*
That was the sound of Timothy's hand on his head.
The moment stretched between them as Timothy hesitated, he was finding it hard to break the news to Jack. This wasn''t a good news, infact it was more horrible than the news of his father's death, at least to him.
Roberto hissed, "Just say it already, stop stalling, I find that very annoying," Roberto said as he became more impatient with Timothy's hesitance.
