2025-10-10 20:11:50“Oh, Lewis, stop it,”
Jaxon woke up to his wife giggling like a high school student who just found love. “You really want to fly me out to Canada again? Hmm... only if you promise to be a bad boy.” Jaxon tried hard to control the anger rising in him. His wife no longer hid her flirting. Rosey rolled out of bed, not sparing him a glance. She was still on the call, walking barefoot toward the kitchen in her robe. “Did you miss me, Agent Brooks? Or are you just addicted to my voice?” On the other end, Lewis Brooks chuckled. “You know the answer, Rosey. You normally leave me starving.” Rosey laughed. “Poor baby… and here I am, tolerating a man not fit to be called a husband.” Jaxon sat up. Rosey hissed. “Unfortunately. You’d think with all this, he’d at least be interesting. But nope; he’s as dry as toast.” Jaxon looked at her. “Rosey, you do realize I can hear you, right?” Her eyes met his in the mirror’s reflection. “And? This is an open marriage, Jax.” “An open marriage?... A decision you singlehandedly made.” “Ohh…sorry hun, I don't care how you feel.” She rolled her eyes. “You're a nobody, and I'm the Governor's daughter.” She was right, but… “I have never agreed to your idea of an open marriage.” He said. “Well, that's your problem to deal with.” She return to the phone, her voice soft but mocking. “Sorry, baby, the janitor decided to speak.” Static, then Lewis chuckled. “Tell him to go mop something.” The words hit Jaxon like a hammer; there and then he inwardly swore to deal with the DSS, someday. “You know,” Rosey said softly, a venomous sweetness lacing her tone, “sometimes I wonder how a man like him ended up with someone like me.” At the other end, the baboon of a DSS laughed hard and long. Funny joke. While brushing his teeth, his phone rang. It was Charles Harrow. Jaxon answered with a flat, “Sir?” “Janitor,” Charles snapped. “Get your worthless self to OR Block C. Now.” Jaxon didn’t reply. He just ended the call, rinsed his mouth, and dressed quickly. Rosey was still cooing into the phone when he left. He walked to the hospital dressed in his janitor uniform. From his appearance, none could guess he was the CEO. Inside, everyone was rushing as two luxury sedans pulled up in the front lot; and out stepped two legendary figures in medicine. Dr. Eric Wen from Tokyo and Dr. Moore Lorney from Sweden. Both had been summoned for that one impossible surgery case: a near-mythical surgery with less than 1% success rate. “Welcome, Doctors! We weren’t expecting you so soon. It is an honor!” Charles Harrow offered a handshake. “We were informed of an anonymous sponsor with urgency,” said Dr. Wen. “We assumed your board arranged it?” Charles replied. “Yes of course, Brattson is always ready.” Jaxon smiled faintly; he was the “anonymous sponsor.” As the surgeons were escorted in, Jaxon received a message on the internal hospital network. His alternate CEO account had been pinged: “Surgeons have arrived. Brain transplant scheduled in 8 hours. Prepare the conference room.” He hurriedly deleted the notification. In the prep room, staff scrambled to impress the guests, but Dr. Shirley Moss was already waiting, arms crossed, tapping her heel impatiently. Charles swaggered in beside her, trying to act superior. When everyone had settled, the doctors studied the brain scans on the screen while Shirley raised a brow. “There is no clean path and vascular density is too high around the cerebellum,” she said. Dr. Wen frowned. “There is risk of motor collapse if we proceed without mapped simulation.” “It has never been done before.” Dr. Lorney said. Dr. Wen tapped his pen anxiously against the table. “We’re at a dead end. The patient’s neural pathways are too fragile for standard protocols.” Charles Harrow, slammed his fist lightly on the table. “We’ve run every simulation. Shirley, any ideas? This is your specialty.” Dr. Shirley Moss, scanned the simulation once more. “If the tissue rejection rate spikes, the patient will be dead. So we will need an innovative approach.” Dr. Lorney, shifted uncomfortably. “It’s hard to say, but this is beyond us.” They have hit a major roadblock which surpassed their years of experience and expertise. Then Jaxon stepped forward, still holding his mop. “Pardon, Doctors,” he said, voice humble but steady. “May I offer a suggestion?” Charles scoffed. “You? Get back to your bucket.” Dr. Wen and Lorney laughed, what business does a janitor have with surgery? “Let him speak.” Dr. Shirley cut in. Jaxon moved to the board. Using the simulation tablet, he adjusted three variables, changed incision angles, and re-mapped the approach. Within moments, the screen pinged: “SUCCESSFUL PATH FOUND. RISK MARGIN: 6%” Everyone froze. Dr. Lorney turned. “Wait…How… Did you do that?” Jaxon bowed slightly. “Just intuition and foresight.” A quiet laugh bubbled from Charles, he couldn't believe his eyes as Dr. Shirley looked at Jaxon with admiration. The corridor buzzed after the brainstorming session. News of “the janitor who solved the impossible” had spread like wildfire across departments. Nurses whispered. Orderlies stared. Even resident surgeons were asking: “Who is that guy?” At the doctors’ lounge, Charles caught up with Dr. Shirley. Over the days, he had begun to nurse some romantic feelings for her. “Shirley,” Charles panted just as she stepped into the lounge. “Yes?” She was still thinking about the janitor. “That guy, Jaxon. He’s not staff, he’s a stray the hospital took in,” Charles said casually, sipping from a paper cup. “Barely literate. I’d be careful if I were you.” She turned to him slowly. “He didn’t look illiterate when he reprogrammed that interface you couldn’t figure out.” Charles watched her painfully as she walked off, pride trailing behind her. He turned to Supervisor Gregg, waiting by the glass door. His voice dropped. “That woman is mine. I couldn’t help but watch her drooling at the foolish janitor earlier today.” Gregg shrugged. “Maybe she’s just impressed.” “Impressed?,” Charles scoffed. “Not by him.” Later in the day, Jaxon had just finished mopping the east wing when four guards approached and whisked him away to the conference hall, full of doctors, nurses, technicians, and even the two visiting surgeons. At the front stood Charles, arms folded like an angel on judgement day. Dr. Shirley stood to the side, arms crossed too. “This man,” Charles announced, “was caught diverting hospital funds from the executive backend account. A total of $1.2 million” Gasps filled the room. Jaxon raised his head slowly. That was a fat lie. Charles held up a printed sheet. “Our cashier found this transaction. Logged in under your name. Can you explain?” Jaxon didn’t flinch. “No such transaction exists under my access, sir.” Charles snorted. “Don’t play smart with me, you fool!” Supervisor Gregg stepped forward with mock concern. “The Board has suspended you permanently. You'll leave the premises, NOW!” Jaxon was amused. It was funny how they could permanently suspend the CEO. “And if you do not return the full amount in 42 hours, legal actions will be taken.” Charles chipped in; and he was not joking.
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Chapter FortyThe city was ablaze with whispers, notifications, and outrage. Everywhere Jaxon looked, he could see the evidence of what he had unleashed. People stood in clusters on street corners, their phones held up, replaying the broadcast. News vans raced through the streets, their satellite dishes extended, reporters scrambling to cover the story that had exploded across every screen in Hollowbridge. The Governor's empire had begun to crumble before the eyes of the city, cracks spreading through the foundation that had seemed so solid just hours before.But there was no triumph in Jaxon's chest. Only the cold knot of danger tightening around him, constricting his breath, making every step feel heavier than the last.Shirley stayed close, her hand gripping his as they ducked into an alley between two buildings. Their tunnel escape had ended when they reached a maintenance exit that led to the surface, spilling them out into the city streets just as dawn began to break. But t
Chapter 39
Chapter Thirty-NineJaxon staggered back from the terminal, his legs barely holding him upright. His chest heaved with each breath, shallow and ragged, and the metallic tang of blood filled his mouth. He could taste it, feel it pooling at the back of his throat, mixing with the dust and grime that coated everything in this forsaken tunnel. The wound in his shoulder throbbed with a relentless, burning intensity that made his vision swim.The smoke charge had barely bought them time. Minutes, maybe. Enough to get away from the loading dock, enough to disappear into the service tunnel before Charles's agents closed in. But every step since then had felt like dragging the weight of his past and future simultaneously. Every movement pulled at the wound, sent fresh waves of pain radiating through his body, reminded him that he was not invincible, that he was running on borrowed time.Shirley pressed tightly against him, her arm wrapped around his waist, supporting him, keeping him upri
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Chapter Thirty-EightThe city froze.It happened in waves, starting from the city centre and rippling outward through the districts. First, the digital billboards flickered and went dark. Then they lit up again, but instead of advertisements or news updates, they showed something else entirely. A face. Bloodied, exhausted, but unmistakably alive.Jaxon Mason.Streets dimmed as people stopped walking, stopped talking, stopped moving. They turned their heads upward to the screens, their eyes widening as they took in the image. Trains halted at stations, their drivers distracted by the broadcast playing on every monitor. Cars slowed to a crawl, horns blaring in frustration until their drivers realized what was happening and fell silent.Thousands of eyes turned upward to the screens now filled with Jaxon's battered face.His voice cut through the noise of the city, clear and steady despite the exhaustion etched into every word."My name is Jaxon Mason. You know me as the traitor. T
Chapter 37
Pain seared through Jaxon's shoulder, sharp and burning, radiating down his arm and into his chest. He clutched the case tightly against his body, feeling the warmth of his own blood soaking through his shirt, spreading across the fabric in a dark, wet stain. His vision blurred for a moment, the world tilting sideways, but he forced himself to stay conscious, forced himself to keep moving.Shirley pressed her hand against the wound, applying pressure, her fingers slick with blood. Her face was pale, her own shoulder still bleeding from the graze she had taken, but her focus was entirely on him."Stay with me!" she shouted, her voice cutting through the chaos of gunfire and shouting agents. "Do not you dare pass out on me, Jaxon!"He gritted his teeth, pushing through the pain. "Get to the metro line. Go!"She refused, her grip on his arm tightening. "Not without you.""Shirley—""I said not without you!" Her voice cracked slightly, raw with emotion and desperation. "I am not leavin
Chapter 36
Inside the archive, the air was stale and cold, thick with the smell of old paper and preservatives. Rows of metal shelves stretched from floor to ceiling, packed tight with files, ledgers, and sealed containers that had not been opened in years. The lighting was dim, just a few overhead bulbs that flickered occasionally, casting long shadows across the narrow aisles.Jaxon moved quickly, his eyes scanning the labels on the shelves. The filing system was outdated, organized by date and department rather than any modern digital categorization. It took him several minutes to locate the section he needed—surgical logs from the past three decades, archived and forgotten.He pulled down the first box and opened it carefully. Inside were stacks of patient records, each one documenting a surgery performed at Brattson Diagnostics. The handwriting varied from different doctors, different eras but the information was consistent with patient names, dates, procedures and outcomes.Jaxon flip
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Jaxon pushed through the heavy metal door and stepped out into the night. The numbness wrapped around him like a thick coat, blocking everything. His legs moved on their own, one foot after the other. Ethan followed close, his mouth shut for once, eyes darting around the dark exit tunnel.The air hit them cold and wet as they climbed the ladder to the surface. Rain poured down hard, drumming on the metal grate above.They emerged under an overpass, city lights flickering through the sheets of water. Jaxon stopped dead, staring across the river at the skyline. Tower after tower carried the Harrow name in glowing letters. Harrow Plaza. Harrow Tower One. Harrow Medical Centre. His family’s mark on everything. He stood there, rain soaking his hair, running down his face. He did not wipe it away.Ethan pulled his hood up, water dripping from his sleeves. He waited a few seconds, then spoke low. “You alright?”Jaxon’s voice came out quiet, almost lost in the rain. “They lied to me.”E
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