Jason got out of the taxi and briefly glanced at the familiar gates of his home. The trip from Crestwood had been lengthy, but the peaceful drive gave him time to reflect. In one hand, he held a slim brown envelope, securely sealed, which Melissa had given him. Inside were confidential investment documents and forecasts he had acquired from the Crestwood Investment Circle — information that, if used wisely, could open many opportunities.
"Back home," he thought, loosening his collar as he headed inside.
Halfway to the stairs, a soft voice called from the living room:
"Jason? You're back."
Catherine appeared from behind the couch, a gentle smile spreading across her face. Her hair was casually tied up, and she wore a light house dress that accentuated her curves, making her look very appealing at that moment.
Jason smiled faintly, managing to look away from her chest.
"Yeah, just got in."
