Here I am, at a restaurant named Red Lobster. Michael made reservations for tonight. He said he has some big news to tell everyone. As curious as I am, I decided to go. It's not like I had a choice anyways. I want to know about this big news. Is he retiring? Selling Jackson Productions? Does he have cancer? He can't be selling the company, Grandpa would blow a fuse & raise hell like it's no tomorrow. Michael is healthy as a damn horse. I'm not sure if Michael is ready to retire yet. He's money hungry like the rest of the family. He refuses to stop making money even if you pay him a trillion dollars. They say money makes the world go round. But I say it causes more problems & makes a lot of enemies. Michael doesn't care about neither. His words, with money you can't buy happiness but you can buy a new life with every cent.
"What do you think the big news is?" Clark asked. Oh yeah, Clark is here too.
"I don't know. What do you know about it?"
"I don't know either. He left me in the dark this time." He took a sip of his red wine. "I haven't seen you around these days. What you been up too?"
"Nothing much, just the club."
Clark looks a little different. He changed his style a bit. Instead of his usual soild colored suit, he wore a high yellow suit & tie. His hair grew longer & he shaved his stubby mustache. He ditched the glasses for contact lenses. Eh, he looks like his sophomore picture in high school.
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"Great restaurant, don't you think?" He pinched my cheek playfully.
"Its alright."
Honestly, I prefer the restaurant uptown instead of this. Their delicious food was outstanding. I wish I could've tasted their wine. My mouth waters for them. I should take Mayte & Crystal there one day. My purse started vibrating in my lap. Yes, I brought my phone with me. It's getting a little hard hiding it. Everyone still thinks I'm using the pager that Michael gave me. I haven't been using it since the riot. The funny thing is that nobody tried to argue with him about it. They automatically agreed with him. What kind of shit is that? There's suppose to be a brief discussion before agreeing.
I quietly pulled my phone out & saw a text message pop up. It's from N.P.G, apparently they added me to a group chat. A family group chat.
