The Master Programmer-Chapter 104: A Tale of Two Faces 1

Jason Cross emerged from the embrace of Emily’s apartment, the warmth of their recent encounter still lingering on his skin that was glowing a bit too brightly. He smirked… that was fun. Anyway, it was time for him to move. He had to go to work, but before then, he would have to pass by his home and see Veronica and take a shower.

The cool, concrete stairs of the building whispered goodbye under his polished shoes as he descended the building trying to head out of the place to go grab a cab at the main road. But his thoughts of sweet victory were shattered by the unexpected sight of "Mr" Thomas Grayson, his stern form perched at the bottom like a grim sentinel, looking at him, his eyes narrowed.

Jason gazed deeply into those eyes, narrowing his all the while. The man’s eyes, usually cold and calculating, now blazed with a fury that could melt steel. Damn... he was angry.

Jason checked his progress, sighing in the next moment.

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Damn it. This bastard was a tough nut to crack.

Thinking back to the mission description, Jason clicked his tongue. He was supposed to make the man regret messing with him, right? Had he not done enough, stealing the apple of his eye? Did he have to do more than this? Did he have to fuck him too? Not that he would, but seriously?

"Goodbye, Mr. Grayson," Jason murmured, his voice a smooth blend of confidence and condescension. This last little sting was going to be perfect to make his head spin. He had no intention of engaging in a confrontation, not when he had just tasted the sweet nectar of victory over the man’s daughter.

But fate had other plans.

Before Jason could take another step towards the stairs that would lead him lower, Mr. Grayson’s burly frame lunged at him with surprising speed. Years of pent-up anger and military training fueled his fists as they swung through the air, aiming for Jason’s jaw.

But Jason was no pushover.

With his mastery over his body, and the [Fighting God Method] ringing through his mind, he looked at the fist that was hurtling to him, and then he sighed.

He had faced adversaries far more cunning than the overbearing guy. What was this balding old man trying to do?

Jason blocked the blow with ease, thereafter looking at him pitifully. The man looked at Jason and then said nothing for the longest time. But he knew what was coming next.

"Gahh!!" Thomas began screaming as Jason began twisting his wrist until he heard a satisfying crack. In the next moment, he couldn’t even protest anymore as Jason turned him and pinned him against the rough brick wall of the apartment building.

Heh. He had pinned down another Grayson only a few hours before. Now it was another one. How funny.

Wait, pause. No homo.

"Don’t fucking attack me," Jason growled, his teeth clenched in a snarl that mirrored the darkness in Mr. Grayson’s eyes. Thomas heard these eyes and even as a man who had stared down death so many times before, at that moment it was still difficult for him to handle all that.

Thomas was never going to forget this moment. Jason had just made sure of it.

But the day was not yet done with its surprises.

Two figures emerged from the shadows, their blue uniforms stark and glowing in the morning light. Police officers came out of Thomas’ house. What were they doing in there? They were the embodiment of authority, but Jason could see the glint of greed in their eyes. The police officers approached, their steps heavy with purpose.

"Hey, hey, what you’re doing is assault!" one of them called out, their eyes never leaving Jason’s form. "Let him go."

Jason’s gaze flickered to Mr. Grayson, whose smug smile grew wider, revealing the cunning plan beneath the surface. Before he could do anything, Thomas started screaming, his sweating head was already hairless, looking even more disgusting at that moment.

"This man raped my daughter," Grayson spat, his voice thick with feigned emotion. "Now I tried to stop him and he was looking to take me down and assault me too. Help me, please!! My daughter. She’s upstairs. Please, officers, help me. He’s hurting me and my family!"

Jason felt a cold knot form in his stomach. This bastard… How dare this fucker… Frame him!!

Meanwhile, the neighbours, drawn by the commotion, peered out of their windows, their expressions a mix of shock and disgust.

Jason had raped Mr Grayson’s Daughter?

No… what about the commotion from yesterday? They heard that it was Emily who had invited him up. But it seemed like Mr Graysn was lying to the police officers... But wait... the police officers had been chatting with Mr Grayson in his house this entire time... what was happening here?

Could it be that Jason forced Emily? Who was the bad guy here?

But did it even matter? With the police coming and grabbing Jason, then it must be Jason!

Jason looked at these people, and then he looked back at Mr Grayson, his sneer ever wider.

He knew that look these people were giving him. It was the same one they had given him when he was kicked out of his apartment, thanks to the same treacherous man. They understood nothing then and they understood nothing now. All they did was pass judgment on things they had no real understanding of. Useless people. All of them were useless people. All of them.

The officers didn’t even bother to check the story either. They moved in, grabbing Jason roughly and shoving him into the wall, making his blazer a bit dirty as Thomas fixed himself up. Jason was not resisting and he had a bit of a smirk on his face at that moment so the cops did not take long to take him down below and shove him in the back of their cruiser.

What was the use of talking too much? These people did not care about what he had to say.

The engine roared to life, and as the car pulled away, Jason watched Mr Grayson standing in front of Emily’s apartment, his arms crossed over his chest, surrounded by three muscular men who eyed him with a hunger that was all too familiar.

Hehe… Well done Marcus. Get close to him, get the evidence, and then make sure to show it to me later. He will be putty in my hands by then. And I will make him pay.

Jason turned back to the front only to see the cops looking at him from the front rearview mirror. What? Interested in the man you just famed? There was no way this was going to fly. Did they not understand that?

Jason looked away from them, keeping completely quiet. The ride to the station was a blur. The officers said nothing, their silence speaking louder than any words.

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The smell of the car, a mix of stale coffee and despair, brought back memories of a past Jason had fought hard to leave behind. It was a bit cold, and dingy, much like his previous apartment. And when it came to that place, Jason did not have any good memories.

But when he looked out the window, the gleaming skyscrapers of the city reminded him of his ambitions and the power he had worked so hard to acquire. He was going to rise soon and become someone high up in the sky that others like these enemies of his could only look up to. He was not going to let this little setback caused by some side character ruin everything he had been building.

Seeing how quiet they were, Jason felt the need to give them a dose of something interesting that he could use to make them understand his perspective and maybe be better people in the future. That thing was called a Guided Story.

Jason kept his head looking out the window as he began speaking. "It’s very clear that you guys don’t want to talk to me. I get it…" Jason said, pacing their state of mind, his voice lazy and not really trying to initiate conversation even while saying that.

One of the cops spoke up at that moment, flashing a smile from the front seat through the mirror. "It’s not that we dont want to talk to you, it’s just that we dont want you to claim something we did, or said. We dont need anything on our record. But mind you… Every conversation we have is being recorded."

Jason heard this and nodded. "Fine. But I’m bored out of my mind. I can’t stay quiet like this, especially since I am going to jail because of something I didn’t do. This situation makes me think of my father... You guys won’t mind if I tell you a story My dad used to tell me, right?"

Hearing them say nothing to him, Jason also kept quiet for a long moment. The pressure of the silver seemed to be too intense at that moment, and in the next moment, one of them spoke up.

"Dont make it boring,"

Jason smirked, finally turning his head to the mirror. "Oh not trust me… It’ll be positively titillating…"

Jason leaned back, relaxing his body language. "My dad told me a story when I was young, and it always started like this: Once upon a time, in a town where the people were as cold as the winters, there lived a young man named Thomas."

"Thomas had a peculiar problem; he was consumed by greed. He would stop at nothing to acquire wealth, often resorting to deceit and dishonesty. His eyes shone with a hunger that was never satisfied, no matter how much gold he amassed," Jason continued, leaning forward, building the tension as the story built up.

"One stormy night," Jason continued, his voice taking on a deeper pitch and a darker tone "as the wind howled like a pack of starving wolves, Thomas stumbled upon a peculiar shop."

Jason’s tone was low, mysterious, and foreboding, his facial expression serious, with furrowed brows and narrowed eyes, as he looked at the rearview mirror catching the glance of one of the police officers. "The dim light from within cast eerie shadows that danced upon the cobblestone street. The sign above the door creaked in the gale, reading: ’The Shop of Unusual Treasures.’"

The men stood at attention, watching as Jason looked at the rearview mirror. "Thomas, ever curious and greedy, stepped inside. The shop was cluttered with trinkets and objects that seemed to whisper secrets of power and riches."

"A hunched figure, the shopkeeper, emerged from the shadows, his eyes gleaming with a knowing smile," Jason said, turning his voice gruff and ancient, with a cunning twinkle in his eyes as he took on a new voice. "’Welcome,’ he croaked. ’I see you wish to acquire something... special.’"

"My dad would say it just like that," Jason said, chuckling to himself and interrupting the story. There was a reason why he was telling them that it was his dad. It was to bring authority into the story. Everyone respected their dad. And everyone would rather have their dad teach them lessons through stories.

Jason took on another voice, this one also a bit more manly, but still weak and slovenly. "Thomas nodded eagerly. ’I seek something that will make me the wealthiest man in the land,’ he said, his voice betraying his desperation. The shopkeeper cackled, revealing teeth as yellow as the gold Thomas craved. ’Ah, I have just the thing,’ he said, reaching into the darkest corner of his shop."

Jason let the tension build up at this moment and as he did that he looked at the police officers with a cunning glint. Now it was time to teach them a lesson.