"25 dollars! That's the lowest price I can offer you. This is the best item here, even if you go around this flea market, you won't find anything as beautiful as this for 10 dollars. It's still very shiny," explained the secondhand merchant as he stood in front of his stall, facing the brown-haired, green-eyed male buyer.The tall man named Benjamin remained silent. "Huh," he sighed deeply upon hearing the price of a square-shaped secondhand item now in his grasp.An antique music box, it would be perfect as a gift for an antique enthusiast."Damn," thought Ben as he glanced at his pants pocket, realizing he didn't have much money, apart from the 10 dollars."Come on, Old Man, what's wrong with giving a discount? In return, I'll help you promote your secondhand items to a lot of people," he said, pulling out 8 dollars from his pocket and forcefully placing it in the palm of the old man's hand, James, the gray-haired, thick-mustached seller.Now Benjamin shouted, making his voice heard
They were still in Anderson's private room, with that man still holding the bottle of medicine that Steve had given him earlier. He seems to be confused and wondering, even though that old man has repeatedly read the contents on the outside of the bottle. "Explain to me, Steve, what this medicine is. I'm not sure what I'm reading; I want to hear from you!" he ordered his young confidant. Steve calmly explained what his employer had requested. “To my knowledge, this is a sleeping pill containing benzodiazepine, Sir, and I assume that Mr. Andrew has taken a high dose of it.” This statement made Anderson's hands clench into tight fists; he looked a bit shaky. “How could I not know? Why did you keep this from me?” His eyes bore deeply into Steve's, causing Steve to look down. He continued with the information he knew. "I'm sorry, Sir, I didn't know about this either, I just found out a few days ago, when Mr. Andrew asked me to find something in his room. "When I wanted to leave that
Jonathan entered and stepped closer to Benjamin's bed. Meanwhile, the young man who was lying down remained silent. He felt awkward as well as guilty for hating Jonathan due to the expulsion that had happened years ago. "Why have you arrived so late at night, Sir?" asked Joseph. Before Jonathan could answer, the servant pointed to the sofa. "It would be better if you sit down first, Sir," he offered politely, with a smile. Jonathan nodded and smiled awkwardly, while Benjamin remained silent, observing his father's face intently. "Sir, shouldn't you come and sit with us on the sofa?" Joseph asked Benjamin, who now nodded. He got up and joined his father on the sofa. Facing him like this made him feel a little self-conscious. "Shouldn't you be sitting with us, Joseph?" Jonathan asked the senior servant who had been standing by the sofa. "I'm more comfortable standing, Sir," he replied reluctantly. "It's okay Joseph, just sit down," Benjamin said, patting the surface of the empty ch
Andrew chuckled, half in amusement, half in frustration. “Does granpa always have to place stalkers around me? Aren't you tired, Anderson? I'm mature enough to do as I please,” he said slowly with a low voice. He smiled, but his expression also frowned. "It's just a small matter. Isn't it easy for you to handle? Why do you treat me like this? I'm tired," he said boldly, now showing an expression of anger. Anderson let out a long sigh. “This is for your own good, Andrew. I've made it clear: I want you to focus on your ambitions and not do anything foolish, except for what I specifically instruct you to do,” he said firmly, unwilling to be contradicted. However, this 29-year-old man now seemed to have lost his fear. Perhaps he was still influenced by last night's intoxication. “Stop treating me like I'm a puppet, I know what I need to do. I'm an adult man!" Andrew snapped. This old man couldn't accept what his grandson was doing now; his eyes widened. “What? Are you shouting at me n
"Come on Steve, this is an order!" Forced to do what Andrew wanted, they ended up going together to a prominent nightclub in this city. *** At 4am, Andrew had just gotten home from a fun-filled night out, and he slept through his hangover until 9:30am. Steve had been standing in front of his bed for the past half hour, waiting for this young man to wake up so that he could deliver Anderson's message to his beloved grandson. Andrew woke up from his sleep and noticed Steve's presence, who had been standing still in the same position for a long time. "What are you doing in my room this early in the morning?" he asked, one hand on his head, holding back the pang of hangover from last night. This 35-year-old man bowed for a moment to show his respect for Andrew before speaking. “I have something to tell you, Sir. Mr. Anderson has been looking for and waiting for you in his private room since this morning.” Andrew's eyeballs rounded. “What for?” he asked, realizing and surprised at
"What are you doing here?" asked Anderson, the old man now standing at the door of his private room, which he didn't know some people had been there for a long time. He looked angry, but his voice wasn't snapping. Andrew left Anderson's table and walked towards his grandfather; this 74-year-old man was now also making his way towards him. "Nothing, I was just waiting for grandpa," Andrew replied with a big smile. The tapping sound of his cane on the floor accompanied Anderson's steps to the table, and he quickly sat down in his chair. His face actually showed a serious look, looking a little unfriendly with a sharp gaze as usual. "Shouldn't you be at the accident location? Why are you even here and waiting for me? It's a waste of time," he said firmly. This old man's eyes traveled to the shiny surface of his desk, revealing traces of something, and he didn't like it very much. "I-I..." Andrew wanted to speak, but was cut off by Anderson again, with a different topic of conversat
"Mr. Anderson," greeted Joseph with a smile, while Benjamin persisted in his sleeping position, remaining lying on his side with his back to everyone, facing only Joseph; the one who knew very well that he was pretending to sleep.Anderson's presence with his people behind him made the room quite full; the police and detectives were seen giving smiles before they decided to excuse themselves.However, the steps of the policemen and detectives were momentarily halted by a few people in full suits who were standing behind Anderson. They seemed to step out together after a brief whisper, as if there was something they wanted to discuss.Could there be a conspiracy?Joseph just pretended not to care; even though he was actually paying close attention to what was going on around him.***With only Joseph, Benjamin and Anderson left in the room, the atmosphere was awkward.Until finally, Benjamin's grandfather spoke to the middle-aged servant who had been accompanying Benjamin."How is he,
"Why?" asked Benjamin, confused. He still hadn't gotten an explanation from Joseph's unfinished sentence that was still hanging.Meanwhile, Joseph's previously calm demeanor, now turned alert, he seemed to give the driver a code, while Benjamin did not know the meaning."Sir, fasten your seatbelt!" Joseph ordered again, a confused Ben could only follow, he didn't have a chance to ask many questions.The 65-year-old man stared and nodded at the man beside him, communicating non-verbally to the driver who was now driving at an above-average speed.Benjamin's eyes rounded, he screamed as their car hit the road divider quite hard.What happened? The driver hit the road divider, causing the front of their car to be slightly crushed.It's quite convincing that this accident was caused by a drowsy driver or possibly by someone under the influence of alcohol.Joseph paused for a moment, looking calm in his seat as he reached for the hand phone that was in the inner pocket of his suit.This ma
A man in a full suit entered Anderson's ward, carrying a brown folder containing several copies of documents, and handed it to Margaret."You'd better read it," she ordered, as this old woman handed Benjamin the folder.This young man wasted no time in opening the folder that was now in his hand. He opened it and read each page carefully."In this will, written in secret by Anderson, there are some very favorable points for us;"This will has been in effect since the day it was handed over to the legal team, and Anderson cannot change it without the presence and consent of the main beneficiary, which is you, dear."In addition, the change to the will must include fingerprints and original seals."This is a good thing, although the stamp can still be stolen from you, but they won't be able to use your finger without your knowledge."...and the Original Anderson is no longer with them, it'll be difficult if they want your grandfather's fingerprints on this."I'm grateful that he made su
Those bad memories have passed.Currently, Benjamin was still sitting silently beside Margaret, staring at the comatose Anderson. He was still questioning how Jonathan felt about him.Margaret's face looked full of regret, she tried to convince Benjamin as much as she could.She gently touched her grandson's shoulder. "He doesn't hate you at all, he saved you," she said, earning a deep look from Ben."By kicking me out?" asked Benjamin, he still seemed to find it hard to believe.This old woman let out a long breath. "At the very least, you should listen to me first."Ben was silent with a disappointed look on his face.With tenderness, Margaret rubbed her grandson's shoulder once more. "Benjamin, I used to be the same as you, I was also confused about Jonathan's behavior. Until he finally explained everything to me and Patricia.“Ben, my dear, we were also disappointed at first, but after hearing all the reasons, we had to agree with his decisions and plans."What your father did all