It was 6 in the evening and Romsey was on his usual relaxation chair, but today was different from the rest of the days, he wasn't resting at the cafe, a means of escaping all his worries at home. He had no bottles of understanding near him, according to him those bottles helped in calming him from his continuous turmoil. It was entirely a different thing altogether, he had just returned from walking into several companies job-hunting, but the character of the directors towards him has been that of clear hostility. He leans on the chair, his arms spreading across its tip. Recollecting all he had faced that day, one of great importance was when he stepped into Tony's office. "Hey, Tony". He had greeted him, recognizing him as one of his childhood friends. Tony had grown alongside Romsey and three other boys who lived in the suburbs of Canada. " Who are you?" Tony asked curiously, pretending not to know Romsey from Adams. "How dare you march in here and refer to me just as T

As Romsey turned to leave the room, he heard Lucas's mocking scream "Loser!" The words pierced through him, adding to his already deep sense of humiliation.Stepping out of the room, Romsey was met with the harsh sound of the door slamming shut behind him, followed by Fiona's footsteps as she hurried to lock the main entrance. He tried to sit on the sofa, seeking a moment of respite, but Fiona grabbed him, her grip firm."I didn't tell you to leave the room, I meant you should leave this house! Leave this residence!" Fiona's words were cutting, filled with disdain. "Have you forgotten that it was gifted to me after our marriage? Walk out and don't make me push you out. You're a thorn in my flesh. I detest you, and I don't want to see a poor thing like you in front of me ever again." Romsey felt the weight of her words like a heavy burden, the humiliation almost too much to bear. He stands up and looks at Fiona right in the face, a drop of tears rolled down his cheek, he blinks his e

Roger throws a cup of leftover coffee on Romsey's shirt, it lands just on his face as he wipes it off, but before now his shirt has already become sullen from the pressure of being dragged. "You can lick from that, man. I believe you're thirsty" he said scornfully. Face your shame, man, next time you know how to be responsible," Roger retorts as they ignite the engine of a C-class Mercedes.As he prepared to depart, three Golden Bugatti Veyrons pulled up, their sleek bodies gleaming in the sunlight, a stark contrast to the Mercedes. The Bugattis, each valued at several million dollars. Symbols of opulence and luxury, commanded attention with their price tags that showcased wealth and status. Everyone turned to the sound of their V8 engines."Look at the car I want you to get me for our wedding anniversary," Felicity exclaimed, pulling Roger's attention to the gleaming ride as if he hadn't already been admiring it.Roger smiled at her playfulness, knowing it was far beyond his means.

immediately as she entered the conference room, the securities lined up behind her as she looked around."Here is the idiot that wants to hack your system," Lucas mockingly said, pointing to Romsey who was still smiling with the Black VIP card placed between his fingers.Brian was behind him, watching curiously for the next line of action. "Ma, I have told him that the card cannot be accepted here," Rossie added."Shut your mouth, Rose, and never say another word." Britney angrily turned to Lucas. "It's fine, sir, we will take care of it from here."She greeted Romsey, taking the card from him. Britney flipped the card in her fingers to see both sides of it and rushed out of her office.*******In her office, Britney swiped the black card on the debit machine, but to her surprise, it kept declining."I can't believe this could be fake; it looks just like the real one," Britney muttered to herself."He needs to be arrested, Ma," the guard standing nearby replied, his face reflecting se

In an old building, another of Romsey's childhood friend, Prince Tom, a once renowned businessman had taken two days off, nursing inner wounds from the recent humiliation inflicted by one of his company's investors. He knew he had to seek funds to repay debts, but the daunting task left him with uncertainty, he certainly had little or no idea of who to approach at this juncture as all that was written about Flames and Co. were debts from unpaid loans.Flames and Co, a company that once stood as the magnanimous pyramids of Chicago business magazines is facing ruins over miscalculated and exorbitant expenses, coupled with insincere workers.*****Most recalled was the humiliation of the early Friday morning, a day Prince Tom stood watching a man who had once been a friend and business partner storm into his office, pushing his secretary away, when she tried to stop him by telling him that the CEO wasn't in the office. Of course, there was no way he wouldn't be in office as far as his onc