"A witness?"

"Yes, at two o'clock a woman in her twenties walked into the police station to say she witnessed the murder of Diana Flores. That was enough to keep her behind bars for the trial."

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"But the trial can take months, so you're saying she'll be in there that long?"

"Of course not." Jason curt voice said as he pushed open the door of the familiar and luxurious board room he began to really dislike. "You all have two days to get Jessie out of prison and free of this outrageous claims." He ordered as he took his place at the head of the table.

Florence rolled eyes and opened her mouth to speak but Jason held his hand up to stop her.

"I realised something today. While I was wondering very deeply, why the hell you guys don't do work properly. This is paradise for crying out loud, from what I remember you solved threats of war and even more in mere seconds yet you can't seem to get an innocent person away from corruption." He stated.

"Jason we are do-"

"Please Reginald, don't interrupt me." He rose, and began to walk around the table. "Maybe it's because they are all old? Or perhaps they feel accomplished and untouchable now." He shot Florence a glare.

"Jason." Reginald said.

"Shut up." He stated bluntly, dismiss the older man so causally. And there were whispers and murmurs, till he slammed his plams on the table to get their attention.

"It appears I will not get to finish my brilliant speech, but okay when you struggle to keep the attention of a toddler you always bring something more interesting. In order words pass the information across by expression." He said and they all sent him confused looks.

"Matt." He called out and his secretary walked in, pushing a trolley of files and papers. He nodded and Matt began to pass them around.

Dropping the brown clad bundle with each name engraved on the top.

"What the hell is this!" Ond outraged man spat.

"It's called respect. To be fair I guess I didn't do anything to ensure your respect." He sighed. "But this should be enough don't you think?"

"Jason!" Reginald yelled more sternly than he ever regarded Jason.

"Boy! You better-"

"That's president to you sir." He smiled smugly at the grey haired man currently shaking out of rage. "I wonder how the hell such corrupt people are the foundation of what is supposed to be the redemption of this country. Before I begin to dig further I urge that you get Jessie released in 48 hours. I have no idea how the hell my mother found you people and I could care less about you devices. But I'm here and I'm president. So you will obey my orders okay?"

He scanned all the mortified faces of all the members and smiled satisfactorily. His job here was done.

"Matt." He called firmly and his secretary quickly stepped in line and followed right behind him ad they left the board room.

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Jessie jerked up with a fright as the alarm began blaring. "What!"

"Get yo ass of the bed bitch!" Her ever delightful roommate yelled.

Jessie struggled with stepping down the ladder. "What now?"

"I ain't yo mama don't ask me questions." She huffed and walked out of the now open cell.

Jessie sighed and looked at what she was missing, bed! She quickly went back up and made her bed, grabbing her shower things she walked out of the cell and made sure to keep a low profile as she walked to bathroom.

Her hair had already fallen down to her shoulder and the back of her nape.

She heard whispering as she walked past not alone before she was on the floor with her soap and bathing stuff scattered all over the floor.

"Ooowww!" She shot a glare at the woman put her feet in the way.

"What? What you gonna do? Get a camera an smile pretty?" She laughed. "Look at you, you know I used to love yo movies why you kill all those people?"

"I could ask you the same thing" she spat standing and rubbing her injured knee.

Suddenly the woman's eyes widened in rage, and she moved forward to smack Jessie when someone else stopped them.

"Leave her alone." It was her roommate!

Jessie smiled at the woman but she just dismissed her again and walked away. Jessie pouted, 'what is her problem?'

Quickly picking up her things she ran to the shower room, quietly skirting through all the naked bodies and looking for a secluded area she could bath.

"I'll just come back later." She mumbled to her self.

"Hey not gonna shower?" Another woman asked, if Jessie was not absolutely sure this was a female only prison she would have thought it was a man.

"No thank you." Jessie said smiling wobbily.

"What? Are you shy?" She asked.

Jessie scoffed and walked out of the bathroom. After she ate she went back to bathroom, still full so she decided to take a shower at night.

"You, 2346 head over to the laundry room." The officer yelled.

"Hey! 2346!" She yelled again.

Someone tapped Jessie and she looked at the girl in confusion. She pointed to the Officer and Jessie looked up.

"2436, go to the laundry room." She yelled.

"What?"

"Are you daft? Did you lose your hearing with all that murdering?"

Jessie rolled her eyes, even if she killed people two people can hardly described as 'murdering'.

She turned around and began to walk to the laundry room. As she walked in she met gazes with the manly woman from the bathroom.

"Hello." Jessie greeted and walked over to the other side and began folding clothes. Suddenly she felt hands snaking around her waist and in her panic she rammed her elbow into the person's side.

"Ughh!" The attacker groaned, spinning around she pushed the person away.

"Why I'm I not surprised, you're a guy aren't you." She spat.

"What? Did you just call me a man?" The woman asked her brows furrowing in rising rage.

"A-arent you? It doesn't matter, I'm not into whatever it is you think you're doing. So get the hell out of my way!" She spat.

The burly and large woman began to laugh. "Look at how tiny you are do you really think you're in any position to refuse." She said walking closer.

Jessie reached behind her as she began to panic, surely a woman wouldn't rape her right? That would just be too pitiful. As the woman lunged at her to attack she swung the pressing iron as hard as she could and it made a horrible impact with her face.

Not waiting too see if she was okay she dashed out of the room. Luckily for her as she did an officer was just waiting for her.

"You have a visitor."

Jessie sighed in relief, looking back as he walked out with the officer the woman was already outside with blood oozing from the side of her head. A venomous expression on her face Jessie was absolutely glad she wasn't there to take the brunt of her anger right now.

"Jonathan?" She remarked as she walked into the room, they directed her to the seat opposite him with a glass screen in between both of them.

"Jessie. " He breathe out his face holding so many emotions, all of them sad. He shook his head, "how are you doing?"

She smiled softly "why are you looking at me like that? I'm okay really I am."

He shook his head. "You should never have come in here in the first place. How could Jason let this happen to you?"

"Don't blame Jason, it wasn't his fault." She shook her hands violently.

"You don't have to keep defending him Jessie, he broke his promise, he couldn't even keep you from prison." Jonathan insisted.

Jessie sighed, she knew why she had come to prison, the mysterious witness that suddenly popped out. Jason had nothing to do with that, and everything happened so quickly it couldn't be his fault.

"He'll get me out, I'm sure he wi-" Jonathan slammed his fist on the flat surface before him, causing Jessie to flinch.

"Why do you trust him so much? All he had ever done is make promises he couldn't keep. You're locked in here and he is enjoying dates with his fiancee yet your so confident?" Jonathan asked, struggling to keep his tone low.

Jessie frowned, "he's with Patricia?"

"Look Jessie, i-"

"Jason is with Patricia? Right now?" She asked again.

Jonathan sighed looking down briefly before looking back up at her. "Jessie that shouldn't be wha-"

"Please tell me, just tell me!" She insisted.

Jonathan paused, feigning reluctance as he hesitated for a bit. "Yes Jessie, he's at a restaurant with Patricia this very moment." He said.

Jessie leaned back on her chair, struggling to blink back tears. Trying to convince herself that he still loved her, he did love her.

"Jess-"

"Thank you Jonathan, for visiting. Um.. I have to go." She said dashing out of her seat.