Incredible Michael Ventura

Humiliation

Michael was trembling with anger and frustration. "I can't believe this is happening," he muttered to himself.

"One more thing," John said with a smirk. "If you try to speak out against this decision or take any legal action, I'll sue you for slander." After threatening him he left the room .

As Michael was being led out, Samantha and Ryan followed closely behind, wearing sneaky smiles.

Samantha whispered slyly, "You know, Michael, this whole situation wasn't just a coincidence."

Ryan nodded, an arrogant glint in his eyes. "That's right, buddy. We set you up."

Michael's eyes widened in disbelief. "What do you mean, 'set me up'? What did you do?"

Samantha giggled mockingly. "Remember when you misplaced your security card last week? Well, it wasn't misplaced at all. I took it."

Ryan chimed in, a malicious twist to his words. "And guess what? I used that card to sneak into the storage room and steal some valuable items. Oh, the look on your face when you were accused of being a thief was priceless!"

Michael's heart sank, his anger now being replaced by a mix of shock and betrayal. "You guys intentionally framed me? Why would you do something like that?"

Samantha shrugged, feigning innocence. "Oh, just for fun, I guess. It's entertaining to watch someone like you suffer, someone so pathetic and incapable."

Ryan laughed coldly. "Haven't you figured it out yet, Michael? We've always thought you were a loser. Getting you fired was just the icing on the cake."

Michael clenched his fists, struggling to control his seething anger. "You both are sickening. How can you live with yourselves, knowing what you've done?"

Samantha shrugged again. "Easy. We do what we want. And right now, we want to revel in your misery."

Michael felt like crawling into a hole and hiding, but he knew that he couldn't let them win. "You two may think that you've won, but I promise you, I'll find a way to clear my name and prove that you're behind this. I won't rest until I clear my name and make you two pay."

Ryan scoffed. "Good luck with that, loser. You'll never get another job in this town." 

Michael felt the rage building inside him. He had lost everything because of their conspiracy, and now they were laughing at him. 

 "You think this is funny? You ruined my reputation and my livelihood and now you're making a joke out of me? You're pathetic!"

Ryan just snickered and replied, "You've always been weak, Michael. I did you a favor by exposing you for the loser that you are."

Michael still held by security guards, was taken in the common hall, where there were about 100 people gathered.

As they entered the common hall, Michael saw a sea of faces looking at him with suspicion and contempt. He could feel their judgmental stares piercing him like arrows.

Ryan stepped forward, his chest puffed out, and spoke with a self-righteous tone. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have brought Michael here today to expose his lies and deceit."

Jayna pointed at him and laughed. "Look everyone, it's the biggest failure in the company's history!" she jeered.

The room erupted in laughter .

Bella chimed in," he graduated from a third-tier university. No wonder he couldn't handle the real world!"

"He pretended to be one of us. But he cannot hide his poverty forever."

"Poor Michael, always getting himself in trouble," someone sneered. "Maybe you should find a new profession... like janitoring. Oh wait, you were already doing that!"

The group erupted into laughter again while Michael hung his head in shame. He had never felt more worthless in his entire life.

Even worse, Samantha someone he once loved, wore a look of disgust mixed with pity on her face.

She played the victim, her eyes welling up with tears. "He fooled me for months that he had money and that he was from a proper university. I had no idea that he was a fraud. I was completely taken in by his lies."

 Michael felt a knot in his stomach as he realized what she was doing. She was playing the victim, trying to make herself look like an innocent victim of his deception.

Ryan chimed in, his tone condescending. "This was expected from a poor, half-educated guy like him without proper upbringing," he remarked.

He spoke up, his voice shaking with anger. "That's not true! You both conspired against me, and you know it. You just even tell me you dit it."

But Ryan just smirked. "Oh, please. You expect us to believe that you had nothing to do with my missing documents, money theft and gold bond theft ? You're just trying to save face. We all know the truth about you."

The crowd nodded in agreement, and Michael felt like he was drowning in a river of lies and betrayal

Then Samantha played her final card. She burst into tears and sobbed uncontrollably. "I can't believe that he's trying to turn everyone against me. I thought we were friends. How could he do this to me?"

Michael shook his head in disbelief. "Are you all really going to believe these baseless accusations? This is nothing but a witch hunt. My personal life and background have nothing to do with the accusations against me."

Samantha wiped away her tears and glared at him. " Michael just stop! stop the evidence is there. You can't fool people here!" 

Everyone approved of Samantha's words .

Bella said. "I heard he was raised in a slum. No wonder he's such a failure in life."

Michael's fists clenched. "You don't know anything about me."

"Oh, I know enough," Ryan sneered.

Jayna added, "It's honestly sad how someone like him even made it this far. He's a waste of space."

Bella laughed, "Maybe we should start a GoFundMe page for him. He clearly needs all the help he can get."

The insults and mockery continued as Michael's frustration grew. He tried to defend himself, but his words fell on deaf ears. 

Samantha, still playing the betrayed girl, taunted him further. "You were such a pitiful excuse for a boyfriend, Michael. No wonder I left you. You couldn't even afford to take me out for a proper meal!"

 A man joined in, "Maybe now that you're homeless, you can finally afford to live up to your jester-like personality."

Michael, fueled by anger and humiliation, surged forward towards Ryan, his eyes blazing with fury. "You think you're so damn clever, don't you?" he seethed, his voice trembling. "Just wait until I get my hands on you!"

The security guards swiftly jumped between them, their firm grip restraining Michael's desperate attempts to reach Ryan. "Calm down, you troublemaker," one of the guards urged, his voice steady but authoritative.

Meanwhile, Samantha, still basking in her vindictive amusement, continued her relentless taunting. "Oh Michael, you always were a pathetic loser. I can't believe I wasted so much time on you," she sneered, her voice dripping with disdain.

Ryan, ever the charismatic instigator, couldn't resist adding fuel to the fire. "Come on, Michael. Show us what you're made of. Or should we start calling you 'Box Boy' instead?" he mocked, gesturing toward the nearby supply box.

Undeterred by the security guards' hold, Michael strained against their grip, desperation fueling his fight against them. 

As the laughter in the room escalated, Michael's fight dwindled. Exhaustion washed over him, his body slumping with defeat, his struggle subsiding into a defeated resignation. The weight of the room's hostility hung heavily on his shoulders, a reminder of his current state of vulnerability.

Finally, the guards managed to restrain Michael completely, their grip unwavering. "That's enough, If you continue we will beat you right. It's time to step back," one of them insisted, their voice firm and unwavering.

Ryan sauntered over to the group, his eyes glinting with mischief. " Michael," he drawled, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips, "since you don't have a home anymore, why don't you steal a cardboard box and live in it?"

As Ryan said this, he walked towards a supply box lying around. The room erupted in wild laughter, guffawing and cackling as if they were ruthless beasts reveling in their prey's misery.

"Come on, man," Ryan continued, miming Michael huddled miserably in a cardboard box. "It'll be great entertainment for us all. The homeless wonder! The cardboard crusader!"

"Please," Michael mumbled. His chest burned with humiliation and anger. He couldn't take it anymore. The man desperately wanted Ryan to stop, his mind pleading for the torment to end. 

Suddenly he felt warmth rising in his chest, a courage he had not felt for years. 

"Stop it," he whispered to himself.

As if on cue, Ryan suddenly tripped. His ankles twisted, and he fell awkwardly to the floor like a boneless ragdoll. He hit the floor face-first like a cartoon character.

The room fell into a stunned silence, the spontaneous laughter choked by his accident.