The next day, Antonio is already prepared for the day. He’s on his dapper self, sipping chamomile tea and waiting for Nicholas’ report. Nicholas is his personal assistant where he can request everything without any hassle. It’s already his call time but he wasn’t around. Ferrer, one of Antonio’s personal assistants where he usually drives Antonio everywhere he goes. Every destination of Antonio is already listed on Ferrer’s. Now, Ferrer is standing near the door waiting for any orders. “Do you hear anything from Nicholas?” Antonio asked, who seemed impatient. “No words from Nicholas,” Ferrer simply said, shaking his head. “It’s already 8:30 in the morning,” Antonio said while looking at his wristwatch. Even Ferrer unconsciously checks the wall clock. For sure, Nicholas hadn’t had any tardiness before and they don’t even know if he called off for work. “He might have been stuck in traffic,” Ferrer said. There must be a plausible reason why Nicholas is late and this theory is one
They prepared themself to pick the nicest cars in the car dealers. Nicholas and Ferrer don't know if they will purchase expensive cars or the cheaper ones. Their boss just wanted to purchase a car for themselves albeit the price. Antonio just wanted this day to end. It's not because he's tired, he just wants to finish shopping for cars for personal assistants.He managed to buy them cars because he got bored waiting for Nicholas this morning. He was also surprised to know that Nicholas did not have his own car. So he was able to say words that could cost him money.But it is not easy for Antonio to run out of money, he is a CEO and the son of a prominent business man who also comes from an influential family. The De Isquierdas only paid for the two cars. They can grow the town of Vacarelli, so a million won't hurt their pocket.Ferrer was shaking with excitement because he now had his own car that he could use. His family learned of this news, and because of that Ferrer has high resp
Antonio easily got to the restaurant and hurriedly put on his uniform and acted as if he was a part of society. One of his co-workers looked at him with those sorry eyes. And he just told him to not worry. After that, Antonio saw the Manager barging in the employees room. He can feel the fiery eyes piercing through his whole being, eyeing him as if he's the incompetent people alive. Antonio clasped his hand and slightly lowered his head. "Who do you think you are, Mister Antonio," the Manager said, "Coming to the restaurant with no remorse. You're basically 30 minutes late for your shift." "I'm sorry, Manager. I got caught in traffic at Olsen Road," Antonio said, without lifting his head. "Are you sure you're apologizing? How dare you come up with the same excuses every time?" The Manager yelled, not accepting Antonio's excuse. One of Antonio's workers is still listening and the Manager yelled again to the said employee. "Why are you still here, David? Leave," The Manager
Antonio never thought he could be in this position. He dreamed of being promoted for his job but here he is being fired because of a misconception. He didn't even know what to do about the fact that every person who dined in the restaurant could actually throw a fit about their belongings being missing. He tried to take it to the manager and told them that I saw it under the table. He didn't have any reasons to steal. The woman who owned the phone didn't even bother to ask him first. Even the manager was abrupt in firing Antonio on the spot. And now, he calmly took his belongings to the employee's lounge before he called himself out at this place. Antonio’s colleagues eyed him with pity and just tapped his shoulders and told him to take care. Antonio just acknowledges their efforts to talk to him despite everything. Antonio will certainly be focused on his education since he didn't have any means to find a job. His midterms in fashion school are next week and he won't make it to f
Antonio is on the verge of suppressed anger, frustration, and loneliness. He didn't shed a tear. He walked away, away from the rage, to the restaurant he is working at, to Sarah—his ex. Antonio will be different now. He has nothing to lose. He has nothing to hold on to. He has nothing to spare. Neither his friends in fashion school or even his colleagues from his previous work would know about his true self—the identity he tried to hide. Antonio will be the other guy, the other stranger, the other student, the other self-reliant individual. If he tried to be more than that, when he put his mind into it, he would be indestructible. He didn't even look back at Sarah's apartment right after he threw his precious gift to Sarah. He didn't even take the elevator after that. He tried to take the back stairs just to find comfort. He took the stairs from the 9th floor up to the 1st floor. He sweat profusely and heavily sighed for the instant cardio. His lips on a grim thin line. And if som
Antonio was eager to talk about the sudden movement of his grandfather. When his grandfather gifted him a golden card, Antonio released a soft curse, knowing his life would never be the same again. His grandfather explained that he should have received the golden card earlier, as it symbolized entitlement and respect in their society. Despite being a billionaire real estate tycoon, Antonio's grandfather did not dress the part. His wrinkled face and white beard made him look more like Santa Claus than a strict businessman. "What's your next move, Antonio?" asked the manager. Antonio sipped his cold brew before responding to the loyal butler of the Isquierda Estates. The manager and staff watched him attentively, curious about his next step. "I need to finish my degree in fashion technology before deciding on my next endeavor," replied Antonio. "I have some ideas for you, Antonio," said the grandfather, signaling his butler to write them down so they wouldn't be forgotten. "We won
Antonio commanded the valet not to use the car; instead, he let the valet park the car 10 minutes from the school. He wanted to make the impression that all the university kids presumed he was poor and pitied despite the rumors of him being a thief. Everyone laughed at Antonio when they saw him in the university quadrangle. Some even whistled and insulted him, being a man without money. Worse, they even told him to snatch their most expensive phone. Antonio walked his way into the brick wall of the university. In front of it is Ansley Hall, where all the university people walk to their rooms. He noticed the posters plastered on the wall of the university building; he grabbed them with full force and tried to put them in a trash bin. He knew it was a fiasco, a ridiculous situation where affluent adults condemned a mishap of truths. "Yet, you're the worst fashion tech student. I didn't know you had it in you," someone from the bleachers near Ansley Hall blurted out. "He's the
Enough for these rich kids who rely on their parents for their essence. The parents who pick up their children’s mess are those parents who are actually unapologetic to everything. The problem of every privileged child who seems like they own everything, they even think they can own other people’s time or their existence are troubled enough to remind the underprivileged to bow their heads as low as possible. Ardently, they can’t even fix their own life. The rich boy’s father went to the university’s office and started to question the principal. The scowl on the rich boy’s face is evident and Antonio doesn’t even crawl back to his original state, he’s just there standing as if it wasn’t his problem to fix. “What do you mean about this, Mister Vondale? How dare my child be called in detention?” the rich boy’s father sneered. “I called you here, Mr. Smith because your son is in trouble,” The principal greeted the rich boy’s father, who strode his way to the door with an arrogant aur