Seeing that they had almost arrived at their destination, Allen brought out some notes from his wallet and handed them to the cabbie. The man's jaw hung down loosely as he controlled the steering with one hand collected the notes from Allen with the other and counted it to make sure that it was complete. The cabbie adjusted uncomfortably in his seat as he remembered how disrespectfully he had treated Allen thinking that he was a commoner. He swallowed the bile in his throat as he continued to drive. He pulled up to the grand wrought iron gates of Serenity Crest Estate, the engine purring expectantly. The driver peered up at the imposing façade, noting the words "For Serenity Crest Residents Only" emblazoned in gold leaf. He pressed his hand against the intercom, clearing his throat before speaking."I have a fare for Serenity Crest," he announced. "Could you let us in please?"There was a pause, then a response crackled through the speaker. "I'm sorry, sir, but we can't allow just
Allen glanced at his watch, the time was already a few minutes to twelve and Allen knew that he had lost the mission and there was no need for him to stay back there. "No, I won't be interested," Allen said simply as he made his way toward the gate. "You can't possibly leave like that." The man protested. "It's pretty late and I have no problem with you spending the night here." The man said. Allen concurred with what the man said. It was already a few minutes past midnight and who knew the dangers that were lurking outside there if he decided to head back to his house m. Allen didn't want to accept initially, because a part of him still felt like he didn't belong there. "Alright." Allen finally agreed. "My name is Steven, what's your name by the way?" The man asked as he walked toward one of the buildings in the estate. Allen looked at the man and wondered how a multibillionaire who owned this estate was casually presenting himself "Allen," He replied. Steven suddenly turned i
Steven stared wide-eyed at Allen as he stuffed more and more food into his mouth. Steven glanced at the butler but he showed no reaction and kept his head up high. "Don't you think you should slow it down on the food a bit?" Steven questioned, with an irritated undertone. As Allen tucked into the filet mignon with ferocious relish, Steven sat stiffly in his chair, his eyes fixed on the steak carnage unfolding before him. His expression was one of polished politeness, his smile never wavering, but his thoughts were swirling with repulsion.The gurgling of Allen's throat as he swallowed was an unholy symphony of crunching, slurping, and smacking that seemed to echo throughout the dining room.Steven took a sip of wine, using the glass as a shield to hide his revulsion. He tried to focus on the conversation, to maintain his suave billionaire veneer, but every slurp and chomp sent a shiver of disgust coursing through his body.He glanced furtively at his butler, eyes pleading for some s
The following morning, Allen awoke with a satisfied yawn, savoring the plush bedding for a few moments before reluctantly rising. He had slept better than he had in months, and the thought of leaving the luxurious guest suite was enough to make his heart sink.But he knew he couldn't linger. Steven was expecting him to depart, and it wouldn't do to overstay his welcome. The alcohol had dissipated from his eyes and he could think now. He remembered that Steven had mentioned something about the house being purchased for him. He was pressed to ask Steven who had paid for the house for him but he thought it wise to let it slide. He made his way down the staircase, his footsteps echoing through the grand foyer. Steven was waiting for him, a polite smile on his face."Thank you for having me, Steven," Allen said, shaking the man's hand. "It was quite an experience.""You're very welcome," Steven replied, his voice as smooth as silk. "I trust you had a pleasant stay?""Oh, yes," Allen said
Allen stared into oblivion for a long while. He had delved into his pool of thoughts as he pondered over what Ultimate had informed him. "Lose everything?" Allen muttered under his breath, a feeling of dread settling inside him. "No way!" He said aloud. "I can't possibly go back to how I was. My mother died because I couldn't pay for her treatment and my sister was kidnapped and ill-treated just because of me, I won't settle for poverty.""I'm going to find those sunglasses no matter what it takes me and I'm going to get back at everyone who ever treated me like trash," Allen said with a newfound resolve as he immediately walked out of the house, with his destination in mind. He shoved his hands into his pocket as he walked down the street. To get to where Stephanie was, would take him a long while but he wanted to walk to take his time and clear his head. He got to the house and met Stephanie alone on the porch. The moment she set eyes on Allen, her countenance changed showing tha
As Allen stormed back to his house, he fumed all the way, not caring if anyone stopped to look at him raging like an angered best which they did. "I'll show Stephanie." He blurted out like a spoilt child. "I'm going to prove to her that I'm not into anything shady and all my money is legit. "But first I have to leave this shack of a home," Allen said to himself and finally got to his house after several minutes of walking, he finally got to his destination. He barged in through the door and immediately started gathering his things. —Don't slam your door too hard or you might bring it down—"I'm not in the mood to talk right now, Ultimate." Allen blurted out and there was silence immediately save for the pushing of furniture and scraping of luggage on the floor. After some seconds, Allen suddenly stopped and lifted his gaze from what he was doing at hand. "You keep quiet!"—Wasn't that what you asked me to do?— Ultimate questioned sarcastically. Allen shook his head and turned bac
Allen stepped into the car dealership, filled with excitement and anticipation. He was excited that he could finally buy his dream carBut as he approached the salesperson, a slick-looking man in an expensive suit, Allen's confidence started to waver. The man's eyes slid over Allen from head to toe, and he felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment as Allen realized the man was judging him based on his worn-out sneakers and faded jeans."Good afternoon, sir," the man said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. As Allen approached the salesman, it was clear that the man was not impressed by his appearance. Dressed in a worn-out t-shirt and ripped jeans, Allen was a stark contrast to the salesman's crisp suit and shiny shoes."Good afternoon, sir," the salesman said, a hint of disdain in his voice. "Can I help you?"Allen tried to sound confident, but his voice quivered a little as he spoke. "Yes, I'm here to buy a car. A very expensive car."The salesman raised an eyebrow, his skepticism evid
Allen's heart pounded in his chest as he stared at the steaming plate of lasagna before him. It wasn't just about the food anymore; it was about trust, about vulnerability. His hand trembled slightly as he wrestled with the conflicting emotions swirling inside him. Memories of how Valerie had treated him in the past flickered through his mind like a slideshow, each one a sharp pang of pain reminding him of the wounds Valerie had inflicted. How could he possibly be entangled with someone who made him lose his job and due to that, he was unable to raise any money to pay for his mother's hospital bills and free his sister from the clutches of those despicable loan sharks? Could he dare to believe that this time might be different? That perhaps, just perhaps, Valerie had changed? Or was he setting himself up for yet another fall, another crushing disappointment?As he hesitated, Allen couldn't help but wonder if he was overthinking things. Maybe it was just lasagna, after all. But deep