In a minute, Romsey receives a call, his ringtone blaring in the room. He turns with a sharp glance at the caller, but it seems like a strange number. Reluctantly, he picks up the call, but a male voice is heard over the noisy backdrop."You'll have to hurry down here, immediately. You're the last person this party conversed with!" The voice blares over the phone, and in seconds, it goes off.With trembling hands, he fumbles for his keys, his fingers slipping against the cold metal in his haste. The urgency in the air is palpable now, a sense of impending doom hanging heavy over him like a dark cloud. He can't shake the feeling that something terrible has happened."I'll have to excuse you for now," he says to Natt, who's staring at him. He mumbles a reply."Who was that? Some mummy's call to have you home, hmm?" Natt's brows raise.But then Romsey hurries towards the door, trouble setting in as he tries to track the caller's location, his fingers tapping on the phone hastily.Natt, b
Romsey was shocked. This wasn't what he expected, as she started to protest, her eyes widening "and where the hell is my daughter?" She screamed. All pleas from onlookers fell at deaf ears.Two minutes later Romsey found another way, looked down, what was her demand afterall? That he'll buy and replace the smashed car as well pay for her hospital bills" he was beyond that, but he needed to prove himself to her first."I apologise for all inconveniences, Ma" Romsey pleaded, his voice low, as the shop owner screamed from the other side."You'll have to fix up everything she has ruined here" Robson, bewildered by the shock of the moment, only stood in awe, his jaw dropped as words and whispers mixed in the air, all piercing through his ears. Romsey clears his throat "he was better off than this, only if his father had known but all the same, he wasn't going to call him into it""I'll bet you, ma, that this ain't a thing to yell and cause a scene" he turned to the woman who was still rai
The pristine store, a fast growing warehouse, had all the dynasty items which were brought by top ranking researchers. Items in his warehouse were highly prized for their exquisite craftsmanship and historical significance, just like the Qianlong dynasty vase, other costly dynastic items costing millions of dollars each lined the writeups. "This can't be!! She flared up, throwing the paper back at Mr. Jumbo. " Do you think you can fool me or something? How on earth would only a vase worth a whopping $9 million?" She wailed, her lips curved as she screamed. "I wouldn't be in the rightful place to argue with you, ma," Mr. Jumbo exclaimed in anger. The policemen picking up the cost booklet widened his eyes, she couldn't believe that 50 items destroyed from a warehouse would amount to all of that, he walked up to mr. Jumbo with a calm gaze. "We will have to make investigations into this" He pleaded with a friendly tone trying to ease the pain in his eyes but then Mrs. Felic
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
He arrived home earlier today, and sure Fiona wouldn't still react to it in a good manner, but he had been busy all day, looking for a grand gift for her 28th birthday. He had saved up some money from the few drops of notes given to him by the first set of customers at his former workplace, although several others treated him with contempt. "Hey, babe! How do you do? He asked while staring at Fiona, his hands reaching for her waist, she hit his hands with her fingers. " You don't seem to be happy, what's making you look moody" Romsey asked, spreading his palms towards her direction. "I have a surprise for you" He quickly added, reaching for his pocket, he had purchased a flower for her, but that was not the grandest thing about it, he had also gotten something strange but expensive from a kind woman at work. "Let me show you something else, "putting on a little smile on his face, "Someone gave this to me at my friend's office, I feel you should have it", he pointed a
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
Back in the hotel room, Romsey shockingly wakes from the bed, his heart racing as he glances at the clock hanging lifelessly on the hotel wall. Its silent ticking shocked him. "Past 9 in the morning already!" he exclaimed, feeling the weight of lateness bearing down on him. He rushes to get out of bed, but then reality strikes - he wasn't at home.Back in his own bed with Fiona, waking up so early had become an attitude as he often leaves bed a few minutes before 9, ensuring her breakfast was ready and the dishes meticulously arranged, lest he face the day's consequences: hunger, courtesy of Fiona's anger. He sank back into the hotel bed, wrapping himself in the heavy blue duvet that seemed to shield him from thoughts of Fiona's infidelity. Attempting to drift back to sleep but his phone interrupted with a shrill ring. Lazily, he reached for it, clearing his eyes and stretching his body, he blinked and looked again, a reminder of Fiona's family reunion.Romsey's mind raced. He had wa
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.