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.
He has met his Waterloo," a tall, slim woman said from the crowd. "Order them out of here; I wouldn't want to turn and see any of them a second time."Romsey sat, watching Tim and his set of erring workers being pushed out by the guards. he turned to see his former colleagues at work looking at him in surprise, Roger couldn't imagine his eyes. It seemed like he was daydreaming. He shook his head in disbelief. For Tim, the shame was grave enough, his four years of job experience now lost in a twinkle of an eye. He had struggled to rise through, but his deafening and arrogant character demoted him.*******Romsey headed back into his room to prepare for the next business of the day. It was the Ralphs' family reunion, and Lucas had paid for the most expensive conference room to impress Fiona Ralph. They were all seated when the door opened, causing Fiona and her mother to turn. Fiona frowned when she saw Romsey walk into the hall."Who invited this man to the family reunion?" Sterling g
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
Outside the hotel, it was time for pictures, and Fiona clung tightly to Lucas, her body so close that it seemed as if she was glued to him.Romsey, at the other end, never joined in the pictures. He stood with Brian, a secluded member of the family."What do you do for work, Brian?" he asked."I'm not working yet, sir. Is it true that the card really worked, or would you work here to cover up for it, as Mr. Lucas said?" Brian asked curiously, his eyes fixed on Romsey's face.The conversation went on for some minutes."You can't imagine the idiot was saved today," Fiona reported loudly, shocking Romsey. The Ralph family had made enough jest and mockery of Romsey, enough to make him lose hope on living.Mr. Alexia was sitting at the edge of the hotel's Pinnacle when a fleet of seven expensive and luxurious cars drove into the hotel. A convoy of seven supercars, which included a Rolls Royce Phantom, the latest version, a Lamborghini Aventador, and a Golden Bugatti Chiron, all exotic vehic