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  Long Harbor City

  Revenge

  Inge Mayhem

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  First E-book publication: January 2021

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  With his tousled ginger hair, sparkling eyes, adorable freckles and dimpled smile, one by one, Drew ensnares the attention of Tyson, Micheal and Brad; and weaves their lives together. Will these young romantics realize in time that Drew seems intent on causing chaos, and taking them down with him?

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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

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  Chapter 1

  News

  Tyson Hutchinson stared at the screen of his computer for hours, with no idea how to proceed.

  “You've got to be kidding me,” he muttered to himself silently.

  He rarely received work like this, especially this difficult. Usually, what he had to deal with was work that, in his opinion, was more in his pay grade. Something he wouldn't have to use extra brain cells to complete, and because of this, he would have copious amounts of free time on his hands.

  Today's job, though, was different. This wasn't the first time either. More than once, over the past month, his boss, Mrs. Miller, had given him a particularly tasking job: something that would not ordinarily be possible for someone at the level at which he worked.

  He was up for the task though; Tyson was more than just a little skilled, but that didn't make it seem less odd than it was. Either way, he tried not to complain too much, at least not out loud.

  He loved his job. His office life, although a bit mundane at times, was just what he needed. A sense of normalcy, in the ever growing rollercoaster of strange events, that were his life. To have something routine to hold on to was just the blessing that he didn't take lightly.

  He had worked at the telecommunication office for a few months. At least now, he did something closer to what he loved: software engineering. This was a far cry from his two previous jobs as a waiter, and his work at a local accounting firm. Plus, the pay he received now was not something that he particularly complained about.

  So when he considered all these things, he decided to complete these tasks, without asking any further questions. After all, they were something he could complete.

  If he was being honest though, it wasn't exactly the most thrilling job in the world, but that was just fine; he had experienced enough excitement to last a lifetime. What Tyson felt he needed though, was not a thrill, but something different—a distraction.

  His prayers were answered, when his distraction came in the form of his bubbly best friend.

  “Whatcha doing?” Florence chirped briskly. She leaned on his desk with her elbows. Tyson looked over his computer, to have a peek at her smiling face.

  “Nothing I can't take a break from,” he answered. “So what's up?”

  “Tomorrow's the night,” Florence announced, clearly pleased. A wide grin rested fully on her face. Tyson could see that she was using all her restraint to stop herself from jumping around the office. It wouldn't be a good look for a supervisor; although everyone at the office had gotten used to Florence's mannerisms by now.

  Tyson racked his brain, in an attempt to remember what Florence was referring to. As far as he knew, the night she was referring to was this evening: Shawn had decided to take them both to another Bruce Biller fight. He couldn't begin to understand how Florence had forgotten the date of her favorite match.

  “I think you might be making a mistake,” he insisted. “Isn't tonight the fight?”

  “What? Yeah it is, but that's not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about tomorrow night!”

  Tyson tried one more time to think of something that would make Florence this excited, but still, nothing came to his mind.

  “Then what is it, Florence?” he asked, finally giving up. “What would make you more excited than seeing your favorite MMA fighter live?”

  “I'm going on a date with Noah!”

  Tyson had forgotten about it. In all fairness, he didn’t know that they had scheduled a date. All he knew was that the pair were going on their first date soon.

  “I'm sorry, I totally forgot. That's great news.”

  Tyson had been mulling over the idea of pairing Florence with Noah for a while, before they had even met. He didn't have to do much, though, because once they did meet, there was an instant connection. They had matched each other perfectly, and Tyson prayed, with all his heart, that it would work out.

  “Wait! How is your date better than seeing your favorite fighter?” Tyson questioned. “I don't think I've ever seen you that excited over anyone else.”

  As soon as Tyson felt Florence's demeanor change, he knew that his question was a mistake. For a moment, he had forgotten about how rude Bruce had been when they had tried to meet him for the first time. It had made absolutely no sense at the time—it still didn't.

  It was especially bad for Florence, who had been so excited to see Bruce, but he had just walked right past them, like they weren't there. Shawn had explained that it was probably just the fighter's emotions on a high because of his match. That didn't seem like much of an excuse though, after all, Bruce had won his fight. So there was no real explanation for why he had acted like that. The only reasonable conclusion was that Bruce just wasn't a nice person, as much as they wanted him to be
.

  “I don't even know why you insisted on us going to the fight tonight,” Florence complained. “I really don't think Bruce is going to grow a new personality any time soon.”

  “You know I wasn't the one who insisted,” Tyson reminded her.

  The truth was, it had been Shawn who had insisted that they all go for one more match, with Shawn promising that Bruce would be in a better mood. Tyson had only agreed because he wanted to use every opportunity to spend as much time with Shawn as he could.

  It felt like Shawn had doubled up on work lately, and Tyson was finally starting to understand. So instead of complaining about the lack of attention and availability, he decided that he was going to make the most of whatever time they spent together.

  “Sure, whatever,” she agreed. “The only reason I'm still going, as much as I hate to admit it, Bruce is an amazing fighter. His opponent tonight isn't even much of a fighter either, so I'm guessing it's just going to be a cakewalk of a victory.”

  Tyson couldn't help but agree. He still didn't know much about the fighters, but he couldn't imagine anyone that would pose a bigger threat than Bruce's last opponent, Hiroshi.

  Hiroshi had been massive and as impressive-looking as Bruce was. Tyson hadn't thought that he would be any sort of match for the bigger man, yet Bruce had taken Hiroshi down via a knockout. Tyson couldn't think of anything more impressive, so he had few thoughts of Bruce losing tonight.

  “Maybe he was just having a bad day last time, like Shawn said,” Tyson suggested. “Besides, it's for the fight. We don't have to see him afterwards, if you don't want to. Let's just go watch him knock some teeth in.”

  Florence's smile came back, and Tyson eased up a bit. Then he braced himself for Florence's barrage of questions, that for some reason, hadn't come yet.

  “So what are you doing?” she asked. “Where do you wanna go for lunch? I was thinking somewhere other than just across the street, what do you think? There's this new—"

  Tyson watched with a smile. He liked how Florence seemed to forget her worries quickly, or at least, the way she stopped thinking about them. He wished he was more like her.

  “Easy girl,” he interrupted. “One question at a time. As for what I'm doing, it's some extra work I attained.”

  “Extra how?”

  Florence, who had been standing since she got to Tyson's table, took a seat nearby and sat close to Tyson, so she could have a better look at his computer.

  As she sat, Tyson knew that she wouldn't be going anywhere until it was time for lunch. He didn't mind though, as much as the work was, he still had a bit of time to get it done.

  “Whoa,” she said, looking at the screen. “Is this really what you're doing?”

  “Yeah, I'll get it down though.”

  “So that's what she's doing?” she confirmed, with a small smile.

  “Huh?”

  Florence shook his question off. She opened her mouth to say something, when an alert popped up on Tyson's computer. He took a brief look at it and saw that he was being summoned.

  “Mrs. Miller wants to meet me,” Tyson fretted, trying to hide the anxiety in his voice. His attempt was very unsuccessful. “What do you think this is about?”

  “I don't know,” Florence replied, with an even expression. “But if she wants to see you, I think you should be in her office right now, instead of sitting here talking to me. Come on, go!”

  Tyson hurriedly jumped from his seat, and quickly rushed in the direction of his boss’s office.

  He got to the office, but halted at the door, taking a deep breath to steady his nervousness, before knocking on the door.

  The door was soon opened by Mrs. Miller's secretary.

  “Oh, Tyson,” she greeted, before he could say anything. “Mrs. Miller is expecting you; just step into her office.”

  Tyson hastened in the direction that she pointed and opened the door to his boss’s office.

  The gust of cold air was the first thing to catch Tyson off guard. The entire office was generally cold, but his boss’s office was incredibly so. What's worse, was the fact that she didn't even seem to notice, as she wore the lightest of clothing.

  When he was finally able to overcome the cold, Tyson was even more surprised by the person he saw sitting on one of the chairs, right across from Mrs. Miller.

  “Tyson,” she acknowledged. “Why don't you take a seat and join us.”

  Tyson sat on the chair that was unoccupied. He tried to avoid eye contact with the person in the seat beside him, but as fate would have it, that wasn't to be.

  “I'm certain you remember Todd.”

  Tyson turned to Todd Simmons, who had a sly smirk on his face, like he knew something that Tyson didn't.

  Tyson knew Todd. They had met when both of them had interviewed for the same job. A job that Tyson had ended up getting in the end.

  That hadn't been all though. Todd had asked Tyson on a lunch date that had not gone well. Todd had spent most of the time talking about himself, about all the places he had been, all the things he had done, and all the qualifications he had racked up in the process. He relinquished the remaining time by letting Tyson speak, only to interrupt seconds later, because he had remembered another story about himself.

  Tyson couldn't handle it, and that had been their last date. Todd didn't seem to know how to take a hint though, as he had kept on trying to contact Tyson for quite some time: even though Tyson had made it abundantly clear that he did not want anything to do with him.

  Now there he was, seated beside Tyson in his boss’s office, and Tyson just couldn't shake the feeling that there was something wrong.

  “Yes, ma'am. I remember him.”

  “Good,” Mrs. Miller continued. “Todd has been in contact with this company for quite some time, with indications of interest to work here. I cannot deny that he is certainly qualified. He even says that you can vouch for him.”

  Tyson cringed at the statement. “Um . . . Yeah, I guess so. He's qualified, but I wasn't aware of any vacant positions, ma'am.”

  “Well that's what you're here for,” Todd ventured. “I think Mrs. Miller here has some news for you.”

  Even with how cold it was, Tyson started to sweat. He was sure that they could read the nervousness on his face. Was he about to get fired?

  “I have invited Todd here today, because your current position is to be vacated.”

  “What?”

  Todd let out laugh: he was clearly pleased with how things were going.

  “Are you firing me?” Tyson asked, his voice cracking a bit.

  “Yes!” Todd yelled. “I'm sorry Tyson, but it seems like I'm getting what I deserve. I'll give you some time to pack your things from my new desk.”

  “You'll do nothing of the sort,” Mrs. Miller asserted.

  Both men turned to look at her, with confusion etched all over their faces.

  “What?” Todd asked.

  She turned to face Tyson, ignoring Todd and his question. “You have not been fired, neither will you be leaving your desk.”

  “I'm sorry,” Tyson apologized. “But I'm very confused right now.”

  “I think Todd has misunderstood the situation,” she explained. “Yes, I have hired him, and he will be taking over your job, but that is only because I am giving you a new position. A promotion.”

  “A promotion?” both men repeated, in unison.

  “Yes,” Mrs. Miller answered, with a tone that felt like what she had said was perfectly normal. “For the past few weeks, I've been giving Tyson increasingly difficult tasks to see how well he could cope, and he has been able to deliver on every occasion. The reason for this is because I was trying to see if he was worth it, and he is. If he wasn't, I wouldn't even be considering you, Todd.”

  Todd was rendered speechless, even when he tried to open his mouth, no words came from it. Tyson, however, was too stunned to enjoy this.

  “Wait though," he marveled, still trying to wrap his head around everything t
hat he had just been told. “If I'm getting a promotion, is there a reason why I'm still at my desk? Not that I'm complaining.”

  “I wanted to change you to a different floor, but your supervisor said that you would be quite content staying where you were, since your new assignment wouldn't be coming with a personal office. So your job description will be different, and you will be getting a substantial increase in pay, but you are free to stay where you are right now.”

  Tyson couldn't believe his ears. Not only had he been promoted, after only a few months, he had also been allowed to stay where he was, thanks to his best friend. Florence knew that he would prefer to stay close to her, and she had made sure of it. He made a mental note to thank her, once he was done here.

  “But then—where am I going to work?” Todd questioned. Tyson had briefly forgotten that the man was there, but his unpleasant voice had made his presence known.

  “You will be working on the first floor. There's a vacant desk there, so you'll be assigned to that.”

  Tyson couldn't contain the joy he felt. Things that had been going his way were becoming even better, and he appreciated every moment of it.

  Chapter 2

  Chance

  The usual sense of calm that washed over a person, whenever they entered into a familiar place, engulfed Brad. After an unusually stressful day at work, he was more than a little happy to be back at home, with nothing else to think about.

  Although it wasn't always the case, this time, he knew he would meet his husband at home. Usually Michael had to spend countless hours working at the hospital, so it just added to the calm feeling that Brad felt, as he walked into his apartment that evening.

  Brad sauntered into the empty living room and hung his coat on a rack. As he strolled aimlessly, his mind was filled with thoughts about his life.