The senior manager's loud voice grabbed the attention of everyone in the workplace. She dashed down the stairs, breathing heavily like a hound being hunted. Her heels continued to hit each step of the stairway. Her expression indicated that something is amiss and there was trouble.
She immediately gets down and walks towards Scot, who was being held roughly by two security guards as if he was a thief.
"Get your hands off him, you fool," Mrs. Costa screamed at both security guards.
Everyone was confused by what was going on. Scot was released by the two security guards and Mrs. Costa cradled Scot and attempted to straighten him out.
Mrs. Costa implored, her lips shaking in panic, "I'm sorry sir, I apologize sir."
Everyone was stunned. They were all taken aback by the Senior Manager's attitude.
"What's going on?" one of the staff members inquired. Everyone continued to whisper to themselves.
"Why is she calling Scot sir?" Another member of staff murmured.
As they watched Mrs. Costa clean up Scot, everyone was still stunned. They were all waiting for an answer.
"Excuse me, ma'am, what's going on, and why are you helping this miserable man?" Jason inquired, in confusion.
Mrs. Costa threw Jason a dirty look then looked around the other staffs in annoyance.
"What's the matter with you all, Scot is Mr. Donald’s son, the owner of this company and many more" Mrs. Costa yelled.
The room erupted in gasp when she revealed his identity.
"That’s impossible!" Jason exclaimed, his face flushed.
No one believed what Mrs. Costa said because the outcast couldn’t just be the son to the wealthiest man in the world. Jane couldn't say anything due to the shocking revelation.
"Do you mean, Mr. Donald Frankstien?" Jane inquired, her hands crossed above her head, as if she was in dep trouble.
Mrs. Costa responded, "Very true young lady, the only son and heir to his empire."
Jane started to feel uncomfortable with the news, she was rooted to the ground as she looked at Scot who was standing beside Mrs. Costa, looking proud as a peacock
"He warned us that we would regret our actions, but we didn't believe him." One of the employees expressed regret by placing his hands on his head.
"But how true could this be?" Jason inquired.
Everyone was terrified, knowing that their future fate would not be pleasant.
"A while ago, Mr. Donald called and asked for his son, Scot” she explained further to them “He went on to say that the news of what happened here has reached him, and everyone involved will be thoroughly dealt with." Mrs. Costa added.
Every employee, shouted as they fear for their fate and they began appealing for Scot's forgiveness.
Jason was stunned and unable to speak. Jane was also silent as various thoughts ran through her mind.
‘Had I known, I wouldn’t have treated him badly' Jane's inner voice condemned her previous actions towards him.
'Jane, how could you be this stupid?' Jane continues to condemn herself in regret.
Everyone couldn't believe their ears. The foul-smelling and filthy cleaner Scot, is the son of the town's wealthiest man.
Scot looked at each of them and shook his head, disappointed in each of them.
"Never judge a book by its cover," Scot said. He immediately left them and followed Mrs. Costa to where his father was.
As Scot walked away, everyone began blaming each other for what had occurred. Jane approached Jason and inquired about the next course of action.
"Baby, what are we going to do now?" Jason gave Jane an angry expression, as if he wanted to beat her up.
"Who are we?" Jason inquired.
Jane was really concerned by Jason's statement. Her face was red-faced with rage.
"What exactly do you mean, Jason?" Jane demanded fiercely.
Jason walked away from Jane as he continued to ponder what to do next, well aware that his job was at stake. Jane refused to let Jason go, and she pursued him further.
"Why are you following me?" Jason yelled, his rage oozing from every word. He couldn't take the sight of Jane anymore because he felt like she was the source of everything bad that was happening to him.
"Why don't you go plead with your husband to leave me alone?" Jason bemoans. Jane was enraged by Jason's actions.
"Oh, now he's my husband, right?" Jane asked, her face flushed with humiliation and sadness.
Jason left where he was and went directly to his office, while Jane followed behind. Jason was unable to sit comfortably and kept moving from one direction to another.
"How did you get me into all of this?" Jane inquired, her eyes welling up with tears of remorse. She was tired of standing and sat down in tears. Jason had already unbuttoned his suit jacket and undone his tie. He felt uneasy and walked over to Jane's seat then looked her in the eyes.
"What kind of a woman abandons her husband because he is poor?" Jason asked in annoyance.
Jane, feeling insulted slapped him hard before he could finish laughing. The sound was as powerful as a thunderclap.
"You stupid man!" "What kind of man abandons his friend when he is most needed?" Jane responded.
Jason couldn't stop touching his cheek as Jane's slap rang in his head over and over again.
"You stupid woman, how dare you!" Jason became agitated and belligerent.
"You don't deserve anything good, Jason" Jane spat.
"I'm curious to know how he ended up with such a cheap slut like you," Jason said angrily.
Jane felt disgusted with herself. She couldn't take Jason's presence any longer. Her heart was filled with remorse. She regretted ever leaving Scot, and she regretted following her mother's advice. All she could think about was how to get over the embarrassment she had caused herself.
She rose up and walked out of Jason's office. The notion of Scot kept ringing in her thoughts as she walked.
"Will he ever forgive and accept me again?" she asked herself.
'But I still adore him,' she lamented in her thoughts.
Jane felt horrible about how she mistreated and spoke to Scot, she was overcome with remorse and had no idea how to approach him.After a while, she mustered the confidence to approach Scot and beg forgiveness. As she walked around the workplace, she noticed Scot inside his father's office, with his father seated beside him."What do you want, betrayer?" Scot was enraged at the sight of Jane.Jane promptly knelt in shame, holding Scot's left leg in tears, saying, "I'm sorry, my love, please forgive me." Jane begged, her eyes welling up with tears. Scot displayed no remorse and was unmoved by Jane's sobs."So now I'm your love… did you consider love when you and your mother mistreated me?" Scot yelled angrily. His face was held hate but the pain somehow overcame it. Jane was still on the floor, sobbing like a baby who had been thrashed by his mother. She refused to leave Scot without getting a positive response from him."It was the devil's work… my mother duped me," Jane explained b
Scot walked into a fancy store after leaving his father's workplace. Everyone looked at him oddly as he stepped into the shop because of how harsh he appeared. Scot greets the salesgirl he saw, "Good day ma'am." Scot was given a snide glance by the lady who looked like she didn’t want to attend to him but she came from behind the counter and stood in front of him."You need to leave now sir." She stares disgustingly at him then looked back into his eyes. “We don’t have cheap clothes for homeless people here.” she spat proudly and she felt delighted to be insulting the lady.Scot was irritated by her sudden harsh words to him. She didn’t even know who he was and was already talking in this manner.Scot ignored her harsh words and answered her "I need something that looks good on me." He walked further into the shop and she walked quickly in front of him to stop him from going further.Still baring the odd look, she said "Mr. Man!" She exclaimed in complete disgust. "We don't have a
The bell above the boutique’s entrance chimed as Scot walked in, the sound echoing in the luxurious, marble-floored showroom. His entrance had been less than dignified, his earlier humiliation still fresh in his mind. Despite the situation, he was determined to make a statement, to reclaim a fragment of his shattered self-respect. The store was a sanctuary of high fashion and opulence, with every inch meticulously curated to reflect sophistication. But today, the elegance of the space did little to soothe Scot’s wounded pride. The boutique manager, a middle-aged man with a silver streak in his neatly combed hair, approached Scot with an anxious expression. His suit, though expensive, seemed to constrict with the gravity of the situation. "Mr. Frankenstein," he began, his tone laced with an earnestness that cut through the tension, "I’d like to extend my sincerest apologies for the behavior of my staff earlier. It was entirely unacceptable." Scot looked up, surprised by the manager'
It's already a week in Scot's new found life. Scot sat in his office, the silence of the room broken only by the soft feeling of the air conditioning. His desk was cluttered with papers and documents that seemed to blur together in a chaotic mess. The weight of recent events felt palpable in the air, the betrayal from Jane hanging over him like a dark cloud. As he sifted through the piles of paperwork, his eyes fell on the email from Jane—a request for a meeting. The subject line was stark and simple: "Can We Talk?" He stared at the screen, his mind wrestling with a whirlwind of emotions. Anger, hurt, and confusion intertwined, creating a knot of unresolved feelings. After a long pause, he took a deep breath and clicked the reply button, grudgingly agreeing to meet in his office. Scot’s office, once a symbol of his power and success, now felt like a fortress—a sanctuary where he could shield himself from the chaos Jane had left behind. The walls were lined with awards and certificat
The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon as Scot pulled up to the sprawling estate he now called home. The grandeur of the property, with its manicured lawns and ornate architecture, was a stark contrast to the small, cluttered apartment he had occupied during the turmoil of his marriage. This was not just a change of address; it was a complete transformation of his life. Scot stepped out of his car, feeling a mix of anticipation and trepidation. The weight of recent months had been heavy, but today marked the start of a new chapter. The estate was a gift from his father—a gesture of support and an acknowledgment of Scot’s potential. It was a symbol of the fresh start he so desperately needed. Inside the mansion, the air was filled with the aroma of fresh coffee and pastries. As Scot walked through the grand foyer, he was greeted by Mrs. Palmer, the housekeeper, who had been with the family for years. “Good morning, Mr. Scot,” Mrs. Palmer said with a warm smile, handing
Scot sat in his office, staring at the divorce papers on his desk. The elegant script on the cover page seemed to mock him, a stark reminder of the life he was about to leave behind. The room was silent except for the soft hum of the air conditioning, but the tension was palpable, weighing heavily on his shoulders. He took a deep breath and picked up his pen, his hand trembling slightly as he hovered over the dotted line. For a moment, Scot hesitated. He had spent years building a life with Jane, investing time, energy, and emotion into their marriage. But those days felt like a distant memory now, overshadowed by betrayal and heartache. His mind flashed back to the boutique, to the humiliation he’d felt, to Jane’s cold eyes when she had flaunted her infidelity. The anger that had simmered beneath the surface for so long bubbled up, and with a determined flick of his wrist, he signed his name. It was done. There was no turning back now. As he set the pen down, the door to his offic
Scot’s life had become a balancing act, one that required a precision he wasn’t sure he could maintain. As the divorce proceedings dragged on, the pressure mounted from every direction. The morning sun cast a harsh light through the windows of his office, but the warmth did nothing to alleviate the coldness that had seeped into his life. He sat at his desk, the surface cluttered with stacks of documents—contracts from the company, legal papers from the divorce, and a never-ending stream of emails demanding his attention. Each file was a reminder of the chaos that had become his new normal. With a deep breath, he leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair as he tried to focus on the task at hand. But no matter how hard he tried, his thoughts kept drifting back to Jane. The divorce had brought out a side of her he hadn’t seen before—vindictive, spiteful, and relentless. She had refused to accept the end of their marriage, and her refusal had turned into a campaign of sa
Scot sat in his office, staring at the stack of documents in front of him. The divorce papers felt like a looming presence, something he couldn't escape no matter how much he tried to distract himself with work. It had been weeks since he officially filed for divorce, and the tension between him and Jane had escalated to unbearable levels. She had refused to accept the reality of their separation, and the legal battles were just beginning. The constant back-and-forth with their lawyers drained Scot of any remaining emotional energy. Tonight, however, was different. Tonight, he was attending a charity event, something he’d been doing less of lately. He wasn't in the mood for mingling, but his presence was expected, and he couldn't afford to let his personal struggles affect his public image any more than they already had. He sighed, running a hand through his hair, and made a mental note to keep the evening as brief as possible. As Scot arrived at the event, the grand ballroom was al