"Richard ! Where are you!" A voice echoed through the storage room, halting Richard in his tracks. Despite being engrossed in his tasks, the commanding voice demanded his attention.With a perplexed brow, Richard emerged from the depths of the storage room to confront his boss, who appeared visibly agitated and out of breath."Boss, you called for me?" Richard straightened his attire, mindful of avoiding any missteps that might incur his boss's wrath.The boss, exasperated, scoffed at Richard 's words. "You negligent worker! Look at the mess you've caused!" he bellowed, tossing a small box in Richard 's direction.Caught off guard by the sudden act, Richard quickly caught it before it could hit the ground.Puzzled, he scrutinized the box before meeting his boss's gaze. "Boss, what should I do with this phone box?" he inquired, seeking clarification.He couldn't fathom why his boss approached him with such fury. Despite his efforts to analyze the situation, he couldn't discern his

"Where am I?!" Richard exclaimed, his voice echoing in the unfamiliar surroundings.Never had Richard anticipated that when the darkness lifted, he would find himself in such an unfamiliar place.The most surprising aspect was waking up in a white room exuding luxury and wealth."Could I possibly be dead?" he pondered silently, noting the opulence of the room seemed incongruous with his own existence.Before he could thoroughly explore the room, a voice interrupted his thoughts. "Young master is awake already!"Stunned, Richard turned towards the source to find the black-clad men from before. "Who... who are you?"Encountering them once on the street and now here seemed too much to be mere coincidence.The men in black exchanged glances, murmuring amongst themselves. "What a relief..."Interrupting their hushed conversation, Richard demanded, "What is happening?""Rest, young master," they responded in unison.Richard felt a surge of frustration. "Tell me who you are first!" he insist

Her yelling attracted quite a number of the customers.They slowly gathered around the counter, with an interesting look at the drama that's unfolding.Richard felt wronged. "Why should I get lost!? I'm part of the customers of this bank, and here you're treating me like this. Is this usually the poor services rendered by this bank?" He retorted,"Of course not, we don't treat our customers poorly but when they are poor people like you, we make exceptions. Your type deserves poor service and that's it." She defended her words, with a shrug."Wow." Richard only muttered,"Yes. You have no right to meet the bank representative whatsoever!" She repeated, firmly."Look at him. He sure has a big gut.""Haha, he looks like a poor beggar. How can such a person have business with the bank representatives.""He should just leave. He's spoiling our eyes with his shabby appearance."Richard glanced coldly at those murmuring about him and they immediately kept shut due to his cold gaze.After

Richard smirked at his question. How dare he ask him such stupid question? Well, maybe he was already ashamed."Why can't you make a bigger offer if you are ashamed?" Richard asked, taking Phillip's hand off his shirt."Fuck! I know you stole the money! The money isn't yours? How would you get such a huge amount of money when your life savings wasn't up to a thousand dollars? If you give him the room, I'm sure that the cops siren will wake you up tomorrow morning, to arrest this nuisance of theft!" Phillip kept screaming, sweating despite the ventilation in the room."Well, if that's what you think, then I think you should let the cops arrive and take me away. Won't you like to see them handcuffing my hands? Jeez! I think you should wake up and realize that nobody is spending illegal money like you" Richard gave back the insult in a double dose."What!" Phillip exclaimed and wanted to punch Richard but he was quick enough to dodge it and the punch landed on the receptionist table, mak