The Master Programmer-Chapter 189: Taking Care of Business 1

Mia flushed, a soft laugh escaping her lips. "I'm glad you like it. I made it with love and affection after all. It's the least I could do after everything you do for me."

Jason's expression softened for a moment. "Love and affection is good. But promise me you'll take care of yourself too. For me."

Her smile faltered slightly, replaced with a look of uncertainty. "Do you mean… are you leaving?"

Jason nodded, taking her hands in his. "I have some business to handle. Big business. But this place is yours now too. Settle in, explore, and don't hesitate to call me if you need anything. Just keep it to texts unless it's urgent. If you call me I'll know I have to be on my way immediately, so take care of that."

Mia's lips quirked into a teasing smile. "What if I want you to come back just so that I can get you to taste some of my food?"

Jason chuckled. "Then I'll come running to get a taste of that food, and maybe something else." He kissed her forehead, then left her standing there, her heart fluttering as she watched him walk away.

It was a shame he was leaving so soon. She had made sure to spit into the food, something her mother told her to do when it came to men. The way into a man's heart was through his stomach and the way to make him bend the knee was to give him as much of your essence as possible.

It was a family secret, but it wasn't much of a secret. At least not to the women of the family. After all, that was something her mother had done with her father something her grandmother had done with her grandfather, and her aunt had done to her uncle.

She had done it too because it seemed to work so well. And now that he was leaving it meant she would just have to somehow get him to eat her food in another way.

But he did get a taste so that counted right? Mia tilted her head in thought. Well whatever, as long as she lived here, she would have more opportunities to make sure he never forgot about her.

But stil, looking around at this place that was most definitely worth tens of millions, she couldn't help but sigh. How did she get involved with such a rich man? Well, it was too late now. But if anything went wrong because of his other people... How was she going to get over him?

She was so deeply in love, she had never felt like this before. It was terrifying.

Tasting the soup again, she couldn't help but smirk. At least her mother had given her the right skills. She was the best cook knew other than her mother. Samantha probably couldn't cook, right? She could use this to stand out.

Meanwhile, Jason slid into his sleek car, the leather interior cool against his skin. As he sped down the city streets, the hum of the engine was a comforting backdrop to his thoughts. His phone buzzed, and he pressed a button on the console to answer.

"Marcus," Jason greeted with a smile as he saw the man's name on the display of his phone.

"Boss," Marcus's voice crackled through the speakers. "The situation's handled as you wanted. After getting those images of the papers from you, I made copies, and we should be ready in case anything goes wrong. Is there anything else you need from us?"

Jason smirked. He had asked the boys to make a copy of the papers that he had gotten after getting a wake-up call from Ivan. Now was not a good time to let himself get fucked over. A lot of things could happen at this time. The Cross Family had already shown that they really do know how to play dirty. Jason was not fond of dirt, at least not right now.

"Good work. I just wired $100,000 to you and the boys. Make sure everyone is taken care of. It's as I said before. Loyalty earns its rewards."

"Thank you, Boss," Marcus said, his gratitude palpable even through the call. "You'll always have our loyalty. I swear. And as for the mission you gave us from before. We have managed to get 10 men. But we are working on more."

Jason nodded, grunting out loud to show his understanding. "The more the merrier. Promise them riches and power and they will come. Tell me when you get 25 guys. Keep training them with the pills. I hope you're using them wisely. Until then I will call you if I need you."

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"Yes, boss. And don't worry. Our boys know how to fight and kill. We're learning from Troy's men," Marcus said seriously.

"Good." Jason ended the call with a satisfied sigh, his mind already shifting gears to the next task. The same man they were talking about. The man he was going to see right then.

Troy.

The thought of their meeting filled him with anticipation. But there was a bit of a complication. It seemed this guy just loved being dramatic.

There was a rendezvous point that they had set up, and it seemed that Troy made sure that the meeting point was unknown to anyone. That was the location Jason was heading to. As Jason approached the rendezvous, the scenery shifted from polished skyscrapers to dimly lit streets lined with unassuming warehouses.

Yep... dramatic as always. He couldn't help but shake his head. It was always these kinds of scenes with abandoned warehouses and factories. Damn, what was this some story or novel?

Well, hopefully, this time there would not be anything like belly dancers shaking asses or something. That would be funny to see in such a dingy scene.

Jason arrived, fixing himself up a bit before walking in. He smiled as soon as he entered the location.

He found Troy waiting, leaning against a desk with his characteristic smirk. A low-hanging light cast dramatic shadows on his rugged face, and the metallic tang of blood and gunpowder hung in the air. There was nobody else this time. No funny bodyguards that were bound for death.

Hopefully not.

"Jason," Troy greeted, his voice smooth yet laced with danger. "You're late. Unusual for you." Jason shrugged in response, unfazed. What could he do about it?

"Time is money, Troy. Let's not waste either." How could he tell the man that his girl was busy slurping on his cock so well that he lost track of time? He couldn't say something like that right?