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CHAPTER EIGHT | Mr. Johnson and Black

Jack

A couple of hours a er the boat takes off, I hear commotion

outside. Jeremy and I head outside the cabin while Dorothy tells
us to make sure they turn it down. Outside I see adults playing
card games in the lobby. The noise is coming from a corner table

in the back. Me and Jeremy head to the back to see what's going
on. I can’t believe my sight. It was Mr. Johnson. He was the head

of the biggest automobile company in town. He was playing a
card game. I rushed to the table wishing, I could say hi. As soon I

reached the table, my elbow hit the glass of water that was Mr.
Johnson’s. I froze in shock. The water spilled all over his new suit,

and his face turned furious. I saw Jeremy's mouth open, and I ran
out of the crowd. I could hear the screams and pounds on the
table of Mr. Johnson. Jeremy and I ran to the kid’s cabin and

locked the door. Dorothy stood there then went back to the bed.
We hid under the beds and grabbed our valuable stuff. Moments

later, a pound sounded on our door. We took a deep breath.
Suddenly Dorothy opened the door. Mr. Johnson came inside
and threw everything around. Dorothy stood there saying,

“Daddy, why are you doing that. This is my room.” All of a
sudden, Mr. Johnson froze. I did too. Mr. Johnson was Dorothy’s

dad. I didn’t know. Mr. Johnson apologized to Dorothy then gave
me a glare from the door. He saw us. A er, Jeremy and I slowly

crept out. We started questioning Dorothy about her dad.
“SLOW DOWN GUYS,.” she yells at us. We quickly head back out

a er our questioning session and head to the lobby. Mr. Johnson
is there playing blackjack. It seems like he always wins. The
betted money gets handed back to him once again. Then, a lady

appears and sits next to Mr. Johnson. She seems like a powerful
and humble person. They play blackjack for a couple minutes,