Marco sat quietly in the corner, his head buried in his hands. He was feeling down, and he couldn't shake the feeling of embarrassment. The mockery kept repeating itself in his head like a lullaby that won't go away. They made him feel relaxed just to end up embarrassing him? on his birthday. The rest of the people were busy chatting and laughing, completely unaware of Marco's inner turmoil. They had no idea of the war that went on inside of him. How can people be so cruel as to have their hopes high up just to end up crushing them?Someone sidled up next to him and he looked to see it was Tim. "Why are you so sad, man?" the guy asked, with a smile on his face. Tim never really bullied or made mocked Marco, but he never did anything to stop it either. Marco felt surprised. Nobody has asked him that kind of question before. "I don't know," Marco replied, with a shrug. "I just feel nothing. I was expecting this, you know?"Tim shook his head.Marco ignored him and continued, "I exp

Marco tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep a wink. His mind was racing with thoughts of the conversation he had had with his father the last night. Could it be true? Was he a millionaire? Marco knew he wouldn't be able to rest until he had answers, so he decided to get up early and go to the bank.As he made his way to the bank, Marco's nerves were on edge. He wasn't sure what to expect, and he was half-afraid that this was all some kind of elaborate joke. But as he entered the bank, he was determined to find out the truth.To Marco's disappointment, the staff at the bank seemed to ignore him as he entered the bank. He stood there for a few minutes, feeling invisible and helpless before he mustered up the courage to speak.As he approached the counter, Marco could feel the eyes of the staff upon him. He knew that he wasn't dressed like a typical millionaire, his clothes were shabby and worn, a far cry from the designer suits and designer shoes that many wealthy people wore. Bu

Marco felt a sense of confusion and fear wash over him as the manager led him into his office. He couldn't understand what could be wrong with his account, and he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off.Once inside the office, the manager turned to Marco and said, "I need to verify your identity, Mr. Marco. This account belongs to the McKellen family."Marco's confusion turned to shock as he realized what the manager was saying. He had never mentioned his family to anyone at the bank, and he couldn't understand how they knew about them. "Please have a seat while I get things ready," the manager said.Marco made himself comfortable in one of the chairs, he stared at the manager's face trying to see if this was some kind of ploy.The manager took one look at Marco's face and tried to pacify him. "you can understand that I am doing this for security reasons."Marco nodded."I can assure you that I am who I say I am," Marco said, trying to keep his voice steady. "I've neve

"you are kidding, right?" Marco muttered. The saleswoman's expression changed from one of indifference to one of annoyance. "Excuse me?" she turned to him fully.Her lips formed a sneer and it took all his willpower for him not to flinch from her aggressiveness.She seemed to be on the brink of arguing with him, but before he could say anything, a young girl rushed over to them."I'm so sorry, sir," the girl said, her voice filled with apology. "According to the rules of this shop, every client should have a salesgirl to serve them. I don't know why no one has served you yet, but I'll be happy to assist you.""Really?" he asked with a raised brow.the girl blushed."yes sir.""thank you," Marco said to the young girl.He glared at the saleswoman with contempt in his eyes, the words he desperately wanted to say were stuck in his throat but he kept mute.He didn't want to give the woman another reason to hate him and he didn't want to disappoint his mother either. She raised him well.

Marco breathed in the cool air as he stepped out of the mall. his shoulders were raised a bit high. He walked with a confidence that he found hard to get before. A scoff left his lips as he stared down at the bags in his hands, he bought all of this just to prove a point.Pathetic. He stood to the side as the cars passed him, his head swimming with happiness, the smile on his face kept growing bigger as he remembered the money in his account. All this shopping and it didn't leave a dent in it. Marco hailed a cab and when one stopped, he entered and sank into the seat as a sigh escaped his lips, his mind still reeling from the encounter at the store. He couldn't believe how rude those people had been to him. It had made his blood boil, and he had been determined to do something about it. He had made that girl smile and that's all that matters. He was proud of himself for standing up to them, but as the cab made its way through the city, his thoughts turned to Dahlia. He couldn'