The Last Victim #JustWriteIt

CHAPTER TEN

'So dad, what do you think? I really hope it doesn't bother you?'

Jay asked his father who was sitting near him on the plush satin divan across him, going through the documents Jay had given him. He grunted.

'Of course not! In fact I am glad you took this initiative on your own. I did want your friends to come over and see you but I was too busy to come up with something. A party would be great! Good job.'

His father told him and held thumbs up. Jay gave a wan nod and his face broke into a tired smile.

'Yeah, had a pretty heck of a day! Made a few important calls, sent out invitation cards. But dad, you told me not to book any tickets. I told Mia that I would. Why?'

His father let out a hearty laugh and rubbed his hands together excitedly.

'Jay! I just purchased a private jet a few days back. Actually, it's not here. It's waiting on her house, over in the United States. I'll just tell him to pick the people up.'

Somehow, this wasn't a surprise at all, to Jay. He had been expecting something of this sort. When it came to parties, his dad made sure that everyone coming had the time of their lives. No lack of comfort, fun was guaranteed, wild turnouts and greatly amusing all day long pleasures. His dad would spend hundreds of thousands of dollars to make parties memorable. And they never went waste. Jay knew, even though many people won't admit that, the social get-togethers were something which was discussed for months. Arive Aston's gatherings were a word of pride----- Pure pleasure. Most people would almost do anything to get invited out to them.

Relaxing on the soft loveseat, Jay sat on; he halted a passing attendant,

'Get me a glass of milk, would you?'

The servant nodded respectfully.

'I'll get it in a moment, sir. Would you like anything else?'

Jay smiled at the address and shook his head.

'No. Thanks. I'll be in my room. Get it in there.'

The servant smiled.

'Very good, sir. Are you sure you don't need anything else?'

Jay looked around the living room. His things were scattered and he had no idea what to do. The attendant looked at him hesitantly.

'Get these for me in my room too, alright?'

The attendant chuckled.

'Of course, sir. I will be there shortly.'

Jay nodded and made his way to his room. The large windows were open, and cold near-evening air gushed in. Not bothering to close them, he stepped over to his French balcony, slid open the door and stepped out. He was greeted by the strong, fresh aroma of salt in the air. It seemed a bit more humid than usual. As he gazed out at a distance, his thoughts strolled back to the birthday party his father had thrown, on his eighteenth birthday. Three years back.

It had been a yatch party. There had been lots of fun, three days of complete exhilaration and excitement, with pool parties, basketball courts, not to mention crazy night dances and all, ending with a decent and sumptuous banquet and slow soft, jazz music. Jay had learned that day that there was a tactic to business too. Invite your leading business partners, good music, good dinner, lavish stay over rooms and then have a discussion about your latest business deal and you had them convinced. Diplomacy and playing around the posts was something Jay had learned a long time back. The yatch party too, ended with one of his dad's enormous project to launch with great triumph. Now that was amazing.