“Shhh. Here he comes now.”A Man looking to be about 25 of age enters the drawing room of Black Manor, with a ragged backpack slunk over his shoulders.The maids went mute and began to pretend they were cleaning. They had been discussing the pathetic and destitute nature of this man that had just walked in.“Good Afternoon” he greeted.Of course, they ignored him. The man’s name was Benjamin Black, and although the maids couldn’t gossip about him to his face, that was were his privileges ended. His level was almost like the maids themselves.“Er...Has anyone seen Claire?” He asked politely. Claire was Benjamin’s Wife. He had married her 3 years prior before moving to her maternal household.“What gives you the right to ask where my daughter is?!” His Mother-In-Law had entered the room. A short, fat and heavily made up woman, with a scowl as despicable and detestable as that of a mangy dog’s.“I’m just looking for my wife” the man responded. He had practiced keeping his composure for ov

“What the hell?!”Benjamin swung his head around to see who was speaking. After turning around twice, it was obvious that he was alone on the entrance pavement.“Hello?”“System Initializing…” The voice seemed to come from everywhere, and nowhere at once this time.The tone was difficult to describe, but if you had to manage-“Error. Unknown response.” Now it seemed to come from both ears. Benjamin’s knees began to knock. A voice without a body. Had he lost his mind sitting on that pavement? Did his worries really make his mind snap?“Mr Benjamin.” One of the Mansion guards had approached him.“You’re needed inside.”“Ahh. There he is. The man of the hour!” yelled Simon. This was almost too enjoyable. They were inside the Living Room, while Claire was outside cuddling up with Mr Mardo by the pool. Simon and Joanne Black were sitting on the soft vegan-leather sofas facing Benjamin.Joanne was wearing her glasses, scrolling through social media on her phone.“Please-” Simon motioned to an em

“Deal?”Amber Stone looked from the smallish girl in a coma to the 5 foot 10 male that was standing before her with a poorly faded buzz-cut.His clothes looked like they were freshly roughed and rubbled up from the nearest garbage disposal, and his backpack like it had been through two ravening wolves that loved the taste of cheap leather and sweaty sunbathed fabric.She scoffed at herself, but she could see the point of the nurses and the security, albeit how unprofessional it looked. There was no way in the sands of hell or heaven that this individual was about to produce million dollars to pay for the hospital’s treatment at the bat of an eye, right?“Alright. How much do I owe?” Benjamin responded without skipping a beat. He dropped his bag, and began to scroll through his phone.“I think we need to head down to accounts for that, Mr Wallouby.” said Amber, pointing to exit the room.“I prefer to be called Benjamin, and you have to be crazy if you think I will be leaving my sister a

It was getting late outside at the hospital parking lot, and Benjamin could not believe his life. From a multi-millionaire, back to a pauper! He had not a single cent on him, and decided to call his wife to see if she would pick him up.He called her three times to get no answer. On the fourth try, the call was denied. He waited a while before trying a fifth time. Maybe he was in a daze from losing, or maybe he was just stupid. He and Claire shared a special connection. Surely something like this won’t be enough to make her disregard him completely.She picked up on the fifth try.“Hello?” she talked as if her mouth was full of something.“Claire, it’s me. Can we talk away from everyone else? I’m at my sister’s hospital.” said Benjamin. Claire was quiet a minute on the line, before she made a gagging noise and brought herself closer to the phone.“Sure. We can talk now.” she said.“Uh- I was thinking in person, Claire. Alone.” he stressed.“I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to see me

Mr Mardo Wormwood tapped his fingers gently together as he listened to the bank manager. The details of the conversation was about a new acquisition; the buying of the rights to air Super-sports Television on Aircable. This would make Mr Mardo richer beyond imagination.Sports was the one thing Aircable had been lagging behind on all these years because a certain company had monopolized the rights many years ago, but this company was about to the bankrupt soon and they were selling the rights to the highest bidder. In this case, that is Mr Mardo.“How much are we looking at, Mr Mardo?” said the manager.“Just tell me your interest rates above $10 million. If I deem it acceptable, then we can talk.”As the bank manager continued to drone on, Mardo caught the sight of a familiar individual. Or thought he had. Maybe the high interest rates the manager was explaining to him had distracted him.“Hey, Sweetie.” It was Claire Black, surprising him on his day of working. Mardo was pleased to