I made it a point to continue to ask Jack about William Morris. It was a plane ride to Chicago for my match against Eric Dane where I made it impossible for him to not answer my questions. “You like First Class, Jack?”
Yes, I let my lackey sit with me in Frist Class something only reserved for a random stripper I might bring with me or a piece of luggage full of Miraculous products. Jack a known moron did not know the wiser. He nodded uncontrollably at me in joy. “Wowee, Steve. This is great.”
I rubbed my hands together in happiness knowing my plan was coming together. “You know, you can have Lobster or…”
Like always he interrupted me, “smoke the cheeba?”
Yes, he interrupted me with a question dumber than counterfeit Miracle Enterprise products that Jatt Starr uses. “No, now relax and stop embarrassing me.” I put a pillow behind my head and pressed the button for my seat to go back. I got it to a nice spot and leaned back. I was in the window seat and peered outside the window and watched as the plane sped up down the runway to take flight.
Next to me Jack was closing his eyes and clenching at the arm rests. He was obviously scared of the takeoff, but I just chuckled to myself watching this grown ass man act like it was the first time he was flying as a five-year-old. The plane finally took hold in the air and Jacks eyes slowly open. “We up?” He asked me.
I rolled my eyes and nodded, “Yes. Now, Jack can you tell me anything I do not know about William Morris?”
“Uh…I think you know everything.”
I groaned, “I don’t know where he is, Jack. I need to contact him so he can watch my back. Have you seen this world, have you seen the fans at HOW…everyone is jealous and trying to tear yours truly apart?”
“The other boss would not be happy, you know that, mon,” Jack said to me softly.
Of course, I knew he would not be happy about it. I do not work for that man though, he just happened to train me to be a wrestler and have a business relationship with my father. There are too many hands and too many plans trying to get in the way of my goal or control my actions and for all I know Sandy has been doing what HE has asked. “I don’t care.”
Marley Mon’s mouth opened wide in surprise that I would say that. “I…I…I am not sure where he is.”
I stared at Jack with a chuckle that made him uncomfortable, which of course was the idea. “You know I don’t think anyone would doubt that you were sad about your life and decided to end it by jumping out of a plane.”
He froze and looked around to see if anyone was paying attention to our conversation. This is First Class I thought to myself…people leave each other alone so nobody was going to save him from a threat. “I am being honest, Steve Mon.”
“Look around, Jack,” I moved my arms around the area. Nobody moving a muscle to look at us. “I made all that noise, and nobody cares. Everyone has their headphones in and do not care if I am berating some servant. They are probably just jealous they don’t get to yell at you. I will ask something very simple for you.”
Jacks nodded slowly realizing the predicament he was in now, “ok?”
“Just give me his phone number and I will take care of everything else.”
Jack fidgeted with his own hands thinking to himself on how he should respond to this. Throughout the last few months Jack Marley has gone from stupid lackey to someone I did not trust. The last few weeks I discovered a far greater threat or a scheme I did not fully comprehend yet. Jack has fallen in my list of people I don’t trust but that did not mean I had forgotten about The Miracle Whip disaster and the way he had been acting during the Miracle Milk fiasco. “I might be able to get that,” he finally said to me as he looked down at his hands.
I smiled and nodded encouragingly to him, “that is what I like to hear, Jack. Do not worry about anything other than showing I can trust you again. Don’t you want that? Don’t you want to not have to worry that I might toss you off a balcony or make you smoke oregano?” I continued dangling carrots for a better tomorrow in front of him, so he felt helping me would make his life better.
Jack nodded, “that all sounds great. Don’t worry, mon…I got this.”
It worked. Not like it surprised me in the least. He isn’t exactly a smart person. But it is always difficult to get him to help me when it might go against HIM. That person was a man to look up to in how to discourage disloyalty in a lackey and since they have been together for twenty years you can only imagine what images come his mind when I ask him to do something without his consent.
“I knew I could count on you, Marley,” I said as I slipped a cover over my eyes for a quick nap before we landed in Chicago.