Kayli froze at at the doorway for a moment just as her eyes wandered over to Jordan who was standing in the corner of the reception room. He was staring at the wall intensely, his jaws clenched tightly. His eyes burned of anger, a mix between deep hatred for everything around him and a want the destroy it all. They burned so intensely that Kayli almost didn’t recognize him.
That’s Jordan? ....
Kayli had never seen Jordan angry before. Never in the 5 years that they’d known each other for had he been angry. Maybe mildly annoyed, but never so pissed.
Had she really gone so overboard?
“Jordan?” She coughed out, afraid that he might suddenly turn around and kill someone. Jordan looked surprised for a moment as his eyes roamed over to her and all of the anger left his face, leaving it sickly pale.
“Oh hey.” He waved at her with a small smile.
“Are you alright?” Kayli asked, a look of concern stretched across her face. Jordan wasn’t the type to hide things. Something had to be wrong.
“I-” Jordan opened his mouth to respond, but suddenly cut himself short. He sighed slightly. “Kayli, there’s been something I’ve been hiding from you that I really need to tell you.”
Kayli glanced up at him with a small spark of surprise. Now this was news.
Jordan took a deep breath.
“I’m not a freelancer.”
Kayli froze for a moment. “What?” She stared at him as if he had gone crazy. “What do you mean you’re not a freelancer? You’ve been here for more than 5 years! You told me you were a wanderer, you even told me that your parents were freelancers. What do you mean you’re not a freelancer?”
“I was lying.”
“You-” Kayli’s eyes glared at Jordan with such a force that he almost took a step back. Kayli grunted. “Stop playing with me. I know you’re just trying to screw me up.”
Jordan shook his head slightly.
“Not only am I not a freelancer, I’m the son of Boss.”
“What?” Kayli stumbled backwards and almost tripped and fell. Jordan’s hand shot out and grabbed her to steady her. She winced and brushed his hand off of her arm.
Son of Boss? Who was Boss? The king of the Domes. The most powerful person in this world. The person she trusted the most for almost 5 years is now suddenly the son of Boss?
“No... This can’t be true. You’re lying, you son of a bitch. Stop trying to piss me off.” But Kayli couldn’t trick herself. She knew the truth.
“Sit down.” He pushed her gently into a chair with a look of concern on his face. “You don’t look well.”
Kayli certainly did not look well. How could she look well after receiving such terrible news? She was deathly pale and strands of loose hair fell messily across her face. She was trembling all over and could barely stand.
“Don’t touch me.” She pushed him away roughly, her voice shaky.
“Look Kayli, listen. I’m telling you this because I want to save you.”
“From what?” Her voice was cold and Jordan knew he would have a hard time convincing her.
“Everyone needs to be saved from your father.” She muttered. Jordan ignored the insult.
“Kayli, I’m serious.” He bent down and stared deeply into her eyes and for a moment, Kayli could tear her gaze away from him. “My father is raising an army to get rid of the slums. He knows about you and the headquarters and he means you no harm. He just wishes to come to a truce with the freelancers.”
“No.” Kayli didn’t even pause to think. “This isn’t even a valid question. You’ve been here for 5 years. You know how the freelancers work. We don’t take sides. We only support the losing side. This truce would tip the balance.”
“Who cares about this balance? Why do you care so much about this dirty sunless place? Don’t you understand how big of a nuisance this place is to the Domes? Don’t you understand how much better the world will be without these people?” Jordan glanced at her mockingly, a small superior smirk formed on his face.
“But they’re people and they deserve to live.” Kayli breathed as she looked aside. There was a pause. “Jordan, I’ve had enough. Tell your father the freelancers say no and I don’t want to see you here ever again.”
Then she turned and left the room.
Jordan smirked at the receding figure as if he was the one who had actually won.
I told you father that she wouldn’t agree. We should’ve gone directly to plan B.