s*x, Drugs and Wrestling (The Story of Jessica Davis)

The Plot

See no one called the Harper’s and told them that their granddaughter was alive the only living heir to the Harper’s Multi-Million well 900,000,000 fortune and still growing. He was Mr. Venture capitalist. So Morgan and Allan went to the meeting; I called the Harper International office, pretending to be Morgan Tracy’s secretary

“Yes, good day Miss. This is Pricilla, Mr. Tracy’s secretary he says he must speak to Mr. Harper immediately. I heard him say it was a huge business opportunity” I said to Harper’s secretary

“I will see if Mr. Harper will take his call.” The secretary said.

I could hear her tell ol’JR what was going on. I could hear him laughing. “That old dog can’t do anything on his own; I knew someday he would come crawling back,” JR said. “Put him through.”

“Well, this better be good old man,” JR said

“Well, Grandfather I thought you should know that the Tracy’s have been keeping me from you for 14 years,” I said to him

“Who’s this?” JR said.

“Michaela Grandfather. Well, actually it's Jessica Michaela Grandfather. See Hope made you think I was dead for all these years they had me poked away in Maine. Why not come to Boston? Come to the house you will see for yourself I am alive and well, your son’s only daughter his only child. But I have one request can you bring me a picture of my father as they do not want the Harper’s to know I’m alive.” I said with a broken voice.

“Where’s Morgan?” JR asked.

This is where part one of ruining the Tracys started. “Why he is in Montana buying the western championship wrestling,” I said with a broken heart or at least he thought.

“I will be there tomorrow morning,” JR said.

“See you, tomorrow Grandfather.” I said “goodbye.”

I had put the gas on now it was time to light the match. I went about my day. I talked to Harper at 10 am in Boston, It was better than I thought, he was at the Tracy mansion but at 3 pm in the afternoon, I guess when you have money to burn it doesn’t take long to get your private jet fueled up.

3 pm the doorbell rang. Then there was pounding on the door calling for Hope. William went and answered it. It was Michael Harper JR. Hope came out and I was in my room snickering.

“Where is she, Hope?” JR asked enraged.

“Where’s who?” Hope asked

“Michaela? Or Jessica as you call her now? My granddaughter, you have been keeping from me for 14 years.” JR was seething he was so mad.

I came out of the bedroom all doe-eyed and said in a sweet voice. “Why what’s going on?”

“You have his eyes and his smile you are my son’s daughter,” JR exclaimed. “My beautiful granddaughter.”

I ran down the stairs into my grandfather's arms shed a few tears he shed a few tears it was beautiful. I had to play it up so JR would grow hard on the Tracy’s he would hate them and ruin them and my hands would be clean.

“Grandfather?” I looked at him as if I wasn’t sure. Everyone in the western world knew Michael Harper JR

“Jessica my boy’s sweet little girl. The last thing I have of my son. They told me you were dead, stillborn. It wasn’t bad enough that my son was gone, they took you from me too.” JR said filled with love and hate at the same time.

Then he turned at Hope and he was filled with rage. “How could you, you took Michael how could you take Michaela too? My blood, my life you took everything from me and why? What for? Your father revenge I wouldn’t go into business with him? I told Michael when he hire you it was a mistake that all Tracys were nothing but trouble. Tracy’s are a curse. You are not going to poison my granddaughter or turn her into some w***e like you were 3 children 3 different men.”

Little did I know the plane was delayed for Morgan and Allan, when JR showed up William had called the terminal. The next thing I knew was Morgan and Allan rushing through the door.

“No one calls my daughter a whore.” Morgan said outraged.

“I’ll call her more than that. You are the devil. How long have you known my granddaughter was still alive? She’s been here for how long? You have been keeping her from me for 14 years.” JR blasted back at Morgan.

“How did you find out she was alive?” Morgan snapped back

“I called him,” I stated and the house was shocked. “He was the only one in this situation who is innocent. For months you have been in my hometown, going to send my Dad to jail, me coming back here with you and still you have not told my other grandfather I am alive. What kind of sick game are you playing? Were you ever going to tell him I was alive?”

“How could you?” Morgan asked.

“How could I? How could I? Are you serious? You came in ripped me from my family, took me from everything I loved and you dare ask me how could I.” I said in outrage. “If you all don’t mind I would like to get to know my grandfather, the one you all want to keep me from,” I told them all.

“Where ever you would like to go and talk we can go, my sweet little girl.” JR said “and no one here is going to stop us”.

Morgan was pissed but he said, “Go on but you better have her back before dark.”

“I’d watch it Morgan or you may not get her back all I have to do is call a judge.” JR snapped back.

JR and I went out to an office complex, well his office complex he showed me around. We met office exclusives it was great but I knew I had to pour it on with him to ruin Morgan. I had to get JR so angry he would do anything to destroy Morgan. We went into this office which was bigger than Abbot Harbor. We sat there and talked a little, and then I started dropping hints which would eventually turn into bombs to blow up the Tracy’s life.

First, we started talking about my father and my life in Abbot Harbor. How Morgan framed my father for drug trafficking so I would go to Boston with them. Then asked how were my mother and father doing in Abbot Harbour, he was genuinely concerned, and it almost made me feel bad about what I was about to do.

JR started asking about what the Tracy’s and I have been discussing since I have been in Boston.

“We have been talking about the start of my senior at some yuppie high school starting in a week.” I started with.

“Senior? High school?” JR said.

“Yes if I keep my grades up I will have a Harvard scholarship,” I told him.

“You’re 14,” JR said puzzled.

“Yes, I’m almost a little Einstein,” I said back with a chuckle.

He was so impressed he came gave me a big hug and then asked. “What is your plan after Harvard?”

“I think I will get into the wrestling business. I have always loved wrestling. Morgan and Allan are buying up more and more territory they will soon have control of all of the U.S.A territories. They have all the northern territories, he is going to meet with the Jones in 2 weeks to get the South East Wrestling, and with that, they will own South Carolina to Florida to the Texas border. Then he said he will meet with the Williams in Texas and buy the rest. He has said if he gets the south nothing can stop him, so I figure if I go into business law at Harvard I will help bring the wrestling business to great heights. You get rid of the competition you rule the wrestling world.” I said with such conviction. That was the seed I had to plant. To get me you would have to get into wrestling. I said putting a bug in his ear.

JR and I went for dinner and talked a little more about each other and then he brought me back to the Tracys. What I had done was great, but what that would do for the wrestling business was absolutely phenomenal.

***

One week after, before Morgan and Allan were to go meet with the Jones’s. Steve Jones had called and said the deal was off. Morgan was screaming at him demanding to know why, I picked up the phone to hear the conversation all I heard was Steve Jones saying “ Sorry Tracy I sold to JR Harper. He made me an offer that well I couldn’t refuse and you could never match.”

I had a smile on my face like a kid in a candy store. Morgan threw the phone he was on across the room. He said things about JR that to this day I could not repeat. It had started the war, Morgan Tracy had torn apart my family, and I had found a way to tear apart his.

We all ran into the study to see what was wrong with Morgan.

“Grandfather, what’s wrong?” I asked all concerned. “Are you ok?”

“I’m fine,” Morgan told me patted me on the head like I was two and said. “Don’t” worry about me, you worry about starting school tomorrow.”

“Grandfather please feel better,” I said with all of the fake concern I could muster up, and then I left with a big smile on my face. What a way to start the school year.