Rise of The Big Bull

Chapter 2- TRASH talk

Stephen Toledano was trouble from the moment Daniel saw him. The lead representative's child was infamous for his rich way of life and a line of legitimate issues, including lewd behavior and medication managing, yet he's been a fruitful money manager for a really long time. But, Emily appeared to be attracted to him, utilizing her position at one of his style organizations to draw nearer to the ruined whelp.

Regardless of Emily's cold and far off conduct towards him, Daniel couldn't resist the opportunity to feel an ache of desire when she uncovered she had a sweetheart. " I can't be treated like this!" he shouted, shock carved all around his face.

Yet, Emily essentially grinned back, determined by his response. " I previously did," she expressed gruffly.

Daniel made the decision to take matters into his own hands because he realized that he was unable to simply stand by and watch Emily become entangled in Stephen's perilous world. Determined to clarify the situation regarding Emily's rumored boyfriend, he forced his way into Stephen's extravagant residence.

Daniel couldn't help but feel like an outsider as he stood among the opulence and luxury that surrounded him. In any case, he shoved those contemplations to the side, zeroing in on his main goal.

Stephen's snide comment did not intimidate Daniel in any way. He stood tall, meeting Stephen's look soundly. " He declared, "I'm Emily's boyfriend," with conviction. I'm here to talk with her, not you."

He was mocked by Stephen. " You don't have a place here, trash kid. Your time here is being wasted." He proceeded to the strong looking fragile Daniel, grinning in a devilish manny. " Isn't it stunning to notice the low class trying to join our world of extravagant lifestyle and luxury?

At that point, Emily showed up, her hand laying on Stephen's midriff. Daniel felt an ache of harmed and double-crossing however would not show it. " Despite Stephen's taunts, he stated firmly, "I need to speak with you, Emily."

Emily's eyes flashed, and everybody delayed as she looked among Daniel and Stephen. With barely a whisper in her voice, she finally came forward. Daniel, we can't go on with to do this. Stephen has supplied me with everything I could conceivably wish for. But you don't have anything, you're just... a worthless man.” Daniel felt his heart drop. However, how about us? Our adoration?"

Daniel fell deeper and deeper into a pit of despair as everyone in the room burst into laughter. He looked as Stephen walked over to him and took out the wrapped present he held.

As he ripped open the package, Stephen snickered, "Let's see what lover boy is hiding." Daniel's meager earnings were demonstrated by the fact that a cheap trinket fell to the ground.

Stephen mocked, taking pleasure in the amusement of his companions' laughter, "Poor boy must have used his entire wage to get this."

In an effort to maintain his dignity, Daniel tried to ignore the mocking remarks. He silently pleaded Emily to come to her senses as he spun to face her. She halted for a moment as the laugh around her lessened, but she didn't say anything.

Stephen shouted a command to his guards as the laughter subsided. Monitors, throw this man where he should be!"

Daniel was dragged out of the house and toward the nearby trash cans by two imposing black men with a firm grip. He battled to break free, yet their hold was major areas of strength for excessively they dropped him into the malodorous chasm.

Daniel battled to move out of the receptacle, yet the odor and foulness hauled him down. He sat there for a moment, his mind racing from shock and shame.

The garbage can fell over after Stephen kicked it, sending Daniel plunging to the ground covered in dirt. Stunned and shocked, Daniel couldn't completely accept that he was being removed from the house he had been paying for Emily to reside in for quite a long time. As he attempted to get up, he tried to avoid the general visibility's.

Stephen yelled at Daniel, "I don't ever want to see you, here again, you loser!," adding insult to injury. Do you hear me, and you shouldn't venture near Emily? When Stephen saw Daniel's broken wristwatch, he sneered, "Even beggars can afford a watch these days," which added salt to the wound.

As Stephen's words settled in, Daniel felt a wave of shame and humiliation wash over him. He realize that Stephen was correct - he was destitute, a trash kid, and totally reliant upon Emily's foundation. Be that as it may, hearing it said without holding back caused it to feel all the more genuine, more agonizing. As Stephen continued, his voice dripping with contempt, Daniel's face lit up with shame. Daniel, you are nothing more than a thief. A freeloader. How about you simply coast by on others' persistent effort? Try again. It's kin like you who drag most of us down." Daniel felt as though he were a bug under a microscope, being dissected and shown all his flaws. He was unable to force himself to look at Stephen without flinching as he jeered down at him. Daniel felt smaller and more worthless than ever before, so all he could do was silently nod and walk away.

Daniel remained external in the heavy storm, his doused garments adhering to his skin as he watched Emily and Stephen evaporate into the glow of the house. His heart was heavy with sadness and regret, and the party's music and laughter brought back happy memories.

As the downpour increased and the party developed stronger, Daniel knew one thing without a doubt - he didn't have a place here. He didn't have a place in that frame of mind of fabulousness and charm, of riches and honor. He was a poor man who only had his love for Emily to offer. However, that wasn't good.

Then, as he proceeded to vacate, his telephone rang. It was a melancholy sight - his battered telephone was old and exhausted, with a broke screen and basically no battery duration. He only had that, though.

Earlier selecting up the phone, Daniel grabbed a a beat to think. He shattered the news to his friend Jim that Emily had broken up with him with a heavy compassion. He didn't want to chat anymore about it because he could listen to his friend's worry and pity in his say. Jim offered Daniel to be at an eatery downtown yet Daniel denied needing to invest his energy alone. He walked away, the rain still falling on him, after giving the party one last glance before cutting the call. It was time for him to return home, confront his solitary existence, and attempt to comprehend his broken dreams.

Opinions were sprinting through Daniel's sense as he slogged through the rain with a heavy heart. He eventually made it to his tiny, aged cabin, which was in bad condition and had seen promising days. The ceiling fell in drops, the paint was chipping and skinning, and the windows were moisty. It was an impression of his ongoing financial case - needy and battling to earn enough to pay the bills.

His spirits plummeted even more as he got closer to the door. A latch had been closed off to the door hold, creating it unable for him to enter his own home. Daniel hurriedly searched through his pouches for the key as his heart began to race.

He was all the while remaining at the entryway, thinking about what he could do when he heard strides drawing closer. It was his landlord, a mean and unpleasant individual who had never liked Daniel. He was driving a pickup truck, and the expression all over proposed that he was not feeling great.

"That is no joke," the property manager scoffed. " You understand what that implies, don't you?"

Daniel retaliated tears, realizing without a doubt what the property manager implied. The landlord had decided to take the drastic action of evicting him because he was behind on his rent payments.

The landlord continued, "You'll need to leave." This cabin is not yours until you can settle with your bills in full.

He flung some of Daniel's loads out of the truck and onto the floor, where they culminated up in a rainwater pool. Daniel was left on his own in the pouring rain as the landlord got back in his truck and left.