Miss Simpson gestured to Andrew to sit at the chair in her front and let out, "I am so sorry for Steve's childish behaviour. I hope you won't inform your dad about any of this." "No, I won't," Andrew answered back, sighed and sat with a grunt. "It's not fully his fault, but the blame of those directing this place. Why are you trying to treat the poor like they aren't human?" "I don't understand what you mean." "The security guards at the gate stopped me from entering, because of the decision of the management not to allow a taxi inside." "All businesses are opened to make a profit, and not to satisfy the poor. Anyone in a charter taxi cannot afford our goods and services. In order not to waste their time and our own time as well, we decided not to allow them inside." "I want that law to stop today. Don't discriminate against anyone because of their clothing, cars or jewellery... Doing that will be killing our business and make us look as if we are running an unfriendliness busine

Jackson was sweating and looked dishevelled when he was dragged like a common thief through the hotel lobby, and then into the security building beside the large gate. As soon as they stepped into the fairly furnished room, the guard holding Jackson by his trousers pulled him into the middle of the room, forced him onto his knees and asked, "Can you explain how this woman's diamond ring entered your bag?" "I have no idea. I was drunk and slept off," Jackson answered back. The other guard who just arrived inside the room glared at the man kneeling on the ground and asked, "What's going on here?" "These two guys stole a diamond ring. And we found it inside their bag." The guard turned towards Jackson and asked, "Did you?" "No. I was drunk and dozed off. "How did the ring fly into your bag, or you stole it under the influence of alcohol?" "I didn't steal anything, and I suspect someone planted it inside my bag to implicate me." The guy shrugged, turned toward the beautiful woman

Since Andrew had warned them not to disturb him, he was left alone until the following morning. As expected, he enjoyed his sleep on the fluffy mattress through the night, and it was the knocking on his door that made him pull himself from the bed, and then drag his feet towards the door. "Who is there?" "A waitress. I am here to prepare your morning coffee. Or did you prefer a cup of tea?" A voice sounded at the other side, and Andrew yawned out loud, stretched himself and yawned again, and then unlatched the door. A young man in a pink T-shirt and black trousers bowed at Andrew and walked inside with his tray. Andrew smiled to welcome him, then gestured to him to place the tray on the table and then let out, "I prefer a cup of coffee, and I want you to attend to my friend in the next room." "I have already served him a cup of tea," the young man answered back and promptly prepared a cup of hot coffee. Andrew sipped the coffee, and let out, "Hmm, this is very nutritious." "Y

Jackson was waiting for Andrew beside his shattered car, and his pale face promptly became attractive when he smiled to welcome his friend. "We will need to go by taxi," Andrew gaped at what Jackson's taxi had become, shrugged and announced, "This can't move, and needs to be towed out of here." "I agree. They made a mess of my life-saving asset," Jackson shook his head, and said, "What about eating our breakfast here before we leave, please? Who knows when I will have another chance to eat here." "You can, whenever you want," Andrew answered and then smiled as he patted his friend on his shoulder and let out, "Let me allow you to enjoy yourself. It seemed you enjoyed their food." "Why won't I? The food they cook here is different and not for poor people like us... Let me enjoy it when it lasts." "Enjoy yourself." The two men walked through the grassy land and arrived at the hotel canteen, and the guard at the door quickly removed the sliding glass and then bowed as they stepped

"Good morning, Mr Wilson," Kourtney welcomed his boss with a nod, pointed at Andrew, then at Jackson and mumbled, "These two men came to buy our Bentley with fake or stolen platinum credit cards." Wilson glared at Andrew, back at Kourtney and asked," How did you know the credit card is fake or stolen? Did our machine reject it?" "No," Kourtney answered back, shaking his head and mumbling, "I don't even bother to check if maybe it will work or not." "May I know the reason why you just concluded that these men here were dupers or thieves when you haven't confirmed their transaction?" Wilson asked. "I am friendly with the family of Andrew's wife, and I am sure all their present wealth can't pay for our Bentley," Kourtney answered back, pointed at Jackson and let out, "and this other man is my wife's ex-husband. Poor and miserable... I believe both came here to spy on us, and not to buy any car." "So you conclude it was either stolen or fake because you are familiar with the buyer's f