Now You Don't [ONGOING]

𝟚. ℍ𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣

Jared leaned on the black van, taking in the sun.

Somehow, he didn't remember his ride there.

Maybe because he blacked out after having one too many shots. 

Just maybe. 

Jared screwed open his flask, taking a swig, while Kayla counted the cash in her hands, eyeing him skeptically. "You're lucky I'm covering this." She spat. 

"Hey, don't fucking judge me, Kay. AK hasn't given me my salary for two years."

"And he hasn't given another 10,570 AK Industries employees their salary either, but I'm not paying for their fucking Uber, am I? You're not special."

Jared stuck his tongue out at Kayla.

"Jerry!" A voice called.

A familiar voice.

Jared walked over, only to be greeted by a man in a navy blue blazer, holding a gold tray with a glass of champagne for him.

"I love champagne." He told the handsome man as grabbed the glass and took a sip.

"I know, sir." Tyler muttered.

"Jerry!" The voice exclaimed again.

Adam.

This time, Jared ran over to the voice, still holding his champagne glass. "Party time!" he yelled, pulling Adam into a hug.

"Dinner hasn't even started and you're already hungover?" Adam chuckled.

"Life is one massive hangover, your highness." Jared pulled away and bowed, careful not to spill the champagne.

"That's because someone else is always footing the bill."

Jared laughed.

Soon he'd have to pay the price for his own mistakes.