Cassie looked at Bruce with those watery eyes, she turned to look at Jonathan, hoping that they could feel a little pity for her. But the two brothers had already gotten used to her, they knew she could fold and change like a chameleon just to get whatever she wants. They just weren't buying it.
She pushed her chair back and stood up, feeling the weight of humiliation pressing down on her. She almost let out a sob as she tried to keep her head high, but the shame was almost unbearable. As she turned to walk away, she heard a voice from the next applicant, what the applicant said didn't just stop Cassie in her tracks, it completely boiled her heart with anger and fury. “Go away, loser!” the female applicant sneered, her tone loud enough for the entire room to hear. It was worse for Cassie because everyone heard and they laughed at her. “You piece of shit!” Cassie Cursed under her breath. She whipped around, her eyes narrowing with fire. “What did you just call me?” she demanded, her voice trembling with anger. The woman was a tall and impeccably dressed brunette, she just looked at Cassie and smirked. “I asked you what the shit did you just say to me?” Cassie asked again, even more angry. “You heard me. Loser. Get out of here, man user.” She chuckled, adding, “Or should I say Mistress Divorce? That suits you better.” Cassie’s face burned with rage. She took a step closer, and this time, her voice was sharper. “You’ve got a lot of nerve for someone with makeup that looks like it was done by a blind artist.” The woman’s smile faded as she scoffed. “And you’ve got a lot of nerve walking in here with that cheap excuse for a dress. Did you buy it on clearance at the dollar store?” “Shut up Bitch! You can't afford a dress like this!” “You mean the dress you bought from scamming another man of love?” The exchange escalated quickly. And Cassie wasn't enjoying the words coming out of that lady's mouth. She seemed to know way too much about her, and why wouldn't she know? The news of Cassie the man user was already trending. “Why don't you go meet your dad in prison to give you a job? Or you look too cheap even to be accepted in prison?” Cassie’s words also came out like venom. “At least I don’t look like I stole my outfit from a 1980s costume party.” The woman rolled her eyes. “And at least I don’t go around ruining men’s lives and acting like I’m the victim.” Cassie’s anger boiled over, every single word the other woman said hurt her like a dagger to her chest, it was almost as though the woman had already planned all those punchlines. And before Cassie could stop herself, she gave that woman a very dirty slap across the face. ‘Clap!’ The sound echoed through the room, and everyone gasped. “What the fuck!” The brunette applicant didn’t hesitate also, she slapped Cassie back even harder, and before Cassie could react, the brunette lunged at her, grabbing her hair, and the two women started wrestling right there in the middle of the room. Hands flew, hair was yanked, and the shouting grew louder. “Oh shit someone's gotta stop this.” Bruce shot to his feet, his voice booming. “That’s enough!” But the women weren't going to stop. Everyone wanted to give the last slap. “I said that's enough” Bruce motioned toward the door, shouting, “Security!” Within seconds, two men in black suits rushed into the room and pulled the women apart. Cassie’s hair was disheveled, and her face was flushed with fury. The brunette was equally disheveled, her makeup smudged and her blouse torn. “You're so lucky I would've exposed your saggy boobs to everyone in this room right now!” Cassie shot at the brunette. “They would've loved to see it, fool. Guess what, my boobs still stand unlike yours cos a thousand men keep sucking on them.” Bruce couldn't let them continue shooting those words at each other in an official environment like that. He turned to the security telling them to “Get them out of here.” The security guards dragged the two women outside, their protests drowned out by the murmurs of the other applicants. It was already raining and Cassie stormed into the rain, her chest heaving with a mix of anger and humiliation. She made her way to her car, slammed the door shut, and buried her face in her hands. “Shit!” Tears streamed down her cheeks as the rain pattered against the windshield. “What have I done?” she whispered to herself, her voice cracking “What have I fucking done? I let myself so low to fight with some dirty, stupid stinking irritating… Shit! Shit!” She couldn’t believe how far she had fallen. She had once been so sure of herself, so confident in her ability to manipulate others. Now, she was a shadow of her former self, sitting in the rain, regretting every cruel word because every single word she'd been saying recently only lessened her chances of ever getting anything better from Bruce, Jonathan or anyone else who knew her. Her phone buzzed and it immediately pulled her out of her thoughts. She sniffed and wiped her tears, fumbling for the phone “I hope this is not some stupid message from all these broke men.” The message was from one of the remaining members of Salvator Construction Company. The message read: "Emergency meeting. Everyone needs to be there." Cassie hesitated before typing a quick reply. "On my way.” She knew that meeting wasn't going to be about anything good. The company was on its last stage of downfall since Bruce left. Things just weren't moving. She started the car, the sound of the rain muffled by the engine, and drove to the location of the meeting. In her mind, all she could think about was questions, a whole lot of questions. What could this meeting be about? What was left of the company now that everything had gone wrong? A few minutes later, she arrived. But things didn't look so good, the atmosphere inside the boardroom was tense. The remaining members were seated with very cold and unwelcoming expressions. Cassie greeted them with a small smile. “Good evening, everyone.” But no one responded. Not even a single acknowledgment. That's all she needed to confirm that this meeting wasn't going to end well. Immediately she sat down, Marcus who was one of the senior members of the company, stood up powerfully. He looked straight at Cassie not caring how he sound, he asked her “Why the fuck are you such a big cheater? You are the biggest cheater to ever exist!” “What the hell is going on here?” “Shut the fuck up!”“Cheat? Why are they calling me a cheater?” Cassie asked herself like she didn't know how much of a terrible person she was. She shifted uncomfortably in her chair, her eyes darting around the room as everyone looked at her with angry faces. The tension was completely suffocating, and the cold glares of the remaining members of that company only deepened how uncomfortable she was.“You are some low life cheater!”Cassie crossed her arms defensively and asked, “Why is everyone so angry? Why are you calling me a cheat?”Marcus furiously stepped forward with his expression of pure irritation. “You really don’t understand, do you, Cassie? We know everything. Everything you did to Bruce.”“Oh shit” Cassie stiffened, her face was pale. “What did I do to Bruce?”“Don't even try to pretend cos you suck at pretending!”“What the hell are you talking about? Are you gonna tell me or you'd keep yelling and insulting me.”Marcus angrily slammed his hand on the table, making Cassie flinch. “Don’t
Immediately after everyone left the room, Cassie knew it was all over for her company. She was weak and decided to fall slumped in her chair, the emptiness of the boardroom pressing down on her like a heavy weight. “What the fuck am I going to tell Dad? How am I going to explain that I couldn't even keep the workers together and they all just fucked off like that?” Tears stained her face, but she wiped them away furiously, refusing to wallow in self-pity. “Oh yes!” She quickly got an idea, a very nice idea to try and scam someone else into investing in her company. She searched and Reached for her phone, she scrolled through her contacts and stopped on a name she hadn’t called in a long time: Mr. Denzel, a man from a company her father had once wanted to partner with. “Denzel is some stupid fool and he should be very easy to convince into spending his money on this project.” She was even more confident because Denzel had made several attempts to befriend her and have sex with her
“Jesus Christ!” Cassie exclaimed, her voice trembling with disbelief and rage. It was hard to believe that her best friend Rikkie would be the one person who sneaks to sleep with her boyfriend. She took a step backward. Her anger was obvious and her hands clenched into fists as Jason and Rikkie tried to cover their naked bodies. Jason awkwardly reached for his jeans, fumbling in panic, while Rikkie snatched a blanket and wrapped it tightly around her boobs. “Cheaters! Both of you!” Cassie’s eyes darted between the two of them, her expression was just a complete storm of fury. Her voice cut through the tension like a knife. “What the hell is this Jason? Are you kidding me?” Jason stammered, he knew there was no explanation, but he had to give it a try. “Cassie, I can explain—” “Explain what?” she snapped, stepping closer. “The room smells of your fucking, there's two used condoms on the floor, both with your damn cum inside, and you want to explain shit to me?” Cassie’s hand flew
“Do you notice that Bruce looks very shy?” The boardroom buzzed with quiet murmurs as Jonathan stood at the head of the table, he adjusted his suit as he looked at everyone seated, commanding the attention of the entire room. Bruce sat to his right, with his expression very calm but tinged with curiosity. It was still new for him, being seated in very official environments like that. Deep down he wanted to be home already taking cereals. Jonathan had been waiting for a perfect moment to make an announcement and the moment finally came. Jonathan cleared his throat, and the room fell silent. “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you all for being here today. This meeting isn’t just about business as usual. I have a very special announcement to make.” “I hope he doesn't want to get married again.” The workers exchanged glances and their interest piqued. Jonathan turned to his brother with a proud smile before continuing. “As many of you already know, Bruce is not just my brother, he’s family
“The best looking places are not always where we feel Comfortable.” Bruce said as he looked around the room with classic walls and very formal guests. He turned to his left and saw a lady smiling at him. It was obvious she was just forcing a smile and she could also tell that Bruce wasn't falling for that wack fake smile “Y'all don't like me in this family, so just stop pretending already.” He mumbled and turned away in disgust. The grand dining room of the Salvator estate was not just intimidating, it had become the worst place for Bruce to be at any time of the day. The Salvator family were his in-laws but he never loved spending time with them, “A bunch of arrogant creatures” he'd always call them. The room was filled with the sounds of low murmurs, laughter, and the clinking of glasses. Despite the splendor around him, Bruce couldn't wait to “get the fuck outta here.”He was already feeling out of place. “I don't belong here.” And It wasn’t the first time he felt this way. He t
“What the hell is going on here?” the voice of Bruce echoed through the walls. And Cassie immediately got off the man she was humping, adjusting her dress quickly as though it'll make Bruce forget what he just saw. “So this is what you've been doing? Huh? After everything I've done for you and your family, this is how you repay me? By sleeping with other men?” Bruce had always known she was doing something like this, but he didn't have evidence. “What have you done for my family?” Cassie snapped. “You did nothing for us. But we are the ones who helped you Bruce!” She added, while trying to zip up her gown from the back. “You said you helped me? You must be outta your mind!”“You're the fool who's outta your mind!” She raised her voice even more. Cassie’s friend also turned to Bruce, telling him “Oh yeah you're the dumb fool that I know in this family.”“Shut up you dirty whore! You know nothing but to sleep with men all around, not caring if they are married or not. And now you've
The smell of those prison walls was familiar. Bruce had definitely perceived that before. The walls smelt of betrayal! “Fuck! Here we go again. Thrown in prison just like my father who did nothing wrong.”Bruce couldn't believe Cassie and her father would do such a thing to him. He'd always known they really didn't love or care for him, but he didn't know their hearts were filled with so much evil, so much darkness that they would frame him up, send him to prison just to get rid of him. “I swear to God I'm gonna make them pay for everything they've done to me!” It was already one week since Bruce had been in prison and he found himself trying so hard to hold in his tears as he remembered the day Cassie walked in to see him behind bars, but only to present the divorce papers for him to sign. “Sign the damn papers you stupid thief! I can't be a wife to someone who steals money from my father's company.”“First of all, I'm not a thief and you know that y'all just framed me for this. S
It was already two years after serving his term and Bruce smiled casually as he shook hands with the police officer during his final hours in that God forsaken place “Mr Bruce Ortiz, you're now a free man. Try not to live a life of crime when you go out there.”“I can't even say I'm a changed man because I never was a bad man in the first place. I've spent two years in jail for a crime I never even committed.” As soon as Bruce took a step outside, the air immediately felt different. “This doesn't smell like that prison walls no more. This? This smells like freedom.” He couldn't help but crack a smile. Just when he was about to clean the dust on his shoulder, his phone buzzed in his pocket with a new message “I guess it's that Bitch Cassie tryna mock me. She must have heard I'm outta prison.” He reached for his phone in his back pocket but was puzzled with a message from a new number “and who might this be?” He clicked on the message with a curious finger “and what do they want from