Struggle For Power [✓]

Chapter 19

Justin's POV

The final piece of paper - done and completed.

I don't think I had ever let out such a big sigh of relief until now as I gleamed towards the documents.

It was nearly 7 pm and I managed to do the entire lot of paperwork in one sitting with no major distractions beside from Jazzy which I didn't mind. She didn't particularly take much focus off the work I was doing.

I look around the darkened room which was being illuminated only by a desk light beside me. Had it not for the watch wrapped around my wrist, I could have estimated it was getting a little too late and that this work had taken up my entire day. My drive was admirable, but it really did make my days seem wasted a little too often.

Finally, to keep myself from misplacing any important information and save myself the humiliation of being under Michael's wrath, I place everything in a secure folder and place it centrally on my father's desk, with a note explaining that they were all completed for him to use at his expense. I knew that the bastard would just mix it back up and I'd be the one to sort everything out again.

Once I closed the doors to his office, I take an immediate sigh coated with so much relief. I didn't know what my night would entail from now but at least it wouldn't be stressful or work-related. I was tempted to take one of Selena's bath bombs and just relax in a bubble bath or something therapeutic just to see what all the fuss is about. 

I could hear the sounds of the television escaping Jazzy's room only a couple of doors down from the office, harmonising with her distinctive, high-pitch laugh.

With another check of my watch at 7:03 pm, I decided that ordering food was probably on the table for us tonight. Jazzy was too precious to be given food that had been cooked from me, I probably end up poisoning her.

With my fist ready to gently knock, she immediately opens the door - like she knew I was approaching and I could feel my heart jumping relentlessly from her.

My heart may as well be ripped out of my chest and my hand slammed to it, almost like I was holding it in place while my breathing instantly elevated - of course for her age I was acting more dramatically than I should but she did get good.

"God, Jaz!" I exclaim with heavy breathes with a faint smile. "You scared the hell out of me."

"Good, you shouldn't be a creep and just hanging out someone's bedroom." She throws back with her adolescent humour.

"You know, you are not too old to be tickled until you laugh to death." I mildly threaten her - of course for children's play.

She steps back, knowing the seriousness of my growing smile. I could feel the ounce of feet radiating off her at that moment. I knew she hated being tickled.

"You wouldn't dare." The words I prayed she would speak. I suddenly felt challenged.

In a quick motion, I pick her up and place her on her messy, unmade bed, mentally praying nothing breakable would be under her petite body. As she pleaded with her laughs to stop, I tickled her in every place I knew would annoy her - pretty much everywhere.

"Justin, stop!" She couldn't control her laughter as she tried to push my hands away. "I'll do anything."

I stop for a quick moment to hear her case, but I decided to speak up before she could plead for her freedom

"Only if you say that I am the best big brother ever."

"But dad taught me that lying is bad."

"That's a shame then." I begin tickling her again with the same amount of intensity, only her struggle was more violent as she tried to kick me this time. She couldn't stop her continuous giggle as she stuttered her words.