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THE LOATHSOME SON-IN-LAW A NIGHT AT THE PALACE HOTEL
Miss Simpson gestured to Andrew to sit at the chair in her front and let out, "I am so sorry for Steve's childish behaviour. I hope you won't inform your dad about any of this." "No, I won't," Andrew answered back, sighed and sat with a grunt. "It's not fully his fault, but the blame of those directing this place. Why are you trying to treat the poor like they aren't human?" "I don't understand what you mean." "The security guards at the gate stopped me from entering, because of the decision of the management not to allow a taxi inside." "All businesses are opened to make a profit, and not to satisfy the poor. Anyone in a charter taxi cannot afford our goods and services. In order not to waste their time and our own time as well, we decided not to allow them inside." "I want that law to stop today. Don't discriminate against anyone because of their clothing, cars or jewellery... Doing that will be killing our business and make us look as if we are running an unfriendliness busine
THE LOATHSOME SON-IN-LAW NOT FOR EVERY TOM, DICK AND HARRY
After a sumptuous meal, the two men left the restaurant and entered the liquor section. As common with every weekend in Arkansas City, the rectangular-shaped room was filled to the brims with fun seekers who came to enjoy their life after five days of hard work. And the merriment in the air escalates as more liquors go down their throats. Jackson pulled Andrew's arm, then pointed at the musician on the podium far off, and cried out, "Is that not Burna? Oh my gosh! He is my favourite, and I have only watched him on television... Oh-, I can't thank you enough for giving me the chance to see him perform live on stage." "It's okay. We need to get out of here." "Why?.. Are you not enjoying the music?" "I am, but the noise is too much," Andrew answered back, then pulled Jackson's hand and dragged him towards the steps to the VIP section. "I want to watch him sing the next track. Is my favourite, please." "Go back if you like. I will be at the VIP lounge, and will be waiting for you
THE LOATHSOME SON-IN-LAW THE MISSING DIAMOND RING
Jackson was sweating and looked dishevelled when he was dragged like a common thief through the hotel lobby, and then into the security building beside the large gate. As soon as they stepped into the fairly furnished room, the guard holding Jackson by his trousers pulled him into the middle of the room, forced him onto his knees and asked, "Can you explain how this woman's diamond ring entered your bag?" "I have no idea. I was drunk and slept off," Jackson answered back. The other guard who just arrived inside the room glared at the man kneeling on the ground and asked, "What's going on here?" "These two guys stole a diamond ring. And we found it inside their bag." The guard turned towards Jackson and asked, "Did you?" "No. I was drunk and dozed off. "How did the ring fly into your bag, or you stole it under the influence of alcohol?" "I didn't steal anything, and I suspect someone planted it inside my bag to implicate me." The guy shrugged, turned toward the beautiful woman
THE LOATHSOME SON-IN-LAW THE POOR HATE THE POORER
During Andrew's access to wealth and power, he concluded that when given little power or opportunity, poor people mostly taunt their peers more than the rich. He was engrossed in his thoughts and unaware when he muttered, "Why did the poor hate the poor so much." "Don't take it personally, Andrew. Just let those fuckers tell us why they framed us up and embarrassed us in public," Jackson mumbled. Brown stepped towards Benedict as the shorter man stepped back. And this made Brown get annoyed and yelled, "Speak up, Benedict." "I... I-." A booming sound of telephone rings sounded on the wall beside Obama, and he picked it up and asked," Who is on the line?" "It's your boss. Have called the other line, but nobody picked it up. What's going on over there?" A voice filled with a heavy baritone sounded from the other side of the line. Brown walked closer, snatched the telephone from Obama's hand and announced, "Some of our guards conspired together with some customers-." "Oh my gosh
THE LOATHSOME SON-IN-LAW SOME PEOPLE WERE ALWAYS LUCKY
Since Andrew had warned them not to disturb him, he was left alone until the following morning. As expected, he enjoyed his sleep on the fluffy mattress through the night, and it was the knocking on his door that made him pull himself from the bed, and then drag his feet towards the door. "Who is there?" "A waitress. I am here to prepare your morning coffee. Or did you prefer a cup of tea?" A voice sounded at the other side, and Andrew yawned out loud, stretched himself and yawned again, and then unlatched the door. A young man in a pink T-shirt and black trousers bowed at Andrew and walked inside with his tray. Andrew smiled to welcome him, then gestured to him to place the tray on the table and then let out, "I prefer a cup of coffee, and I want you to attend to my friend in the next room." "I have already served him a cup of tea," the young man answered back and promptly prepared a cup of hot coffee. Andrew sipped the coffee, and let out, "Hmm, this is very nutritious." "Y
THE LOATHSOME SON-IN-LAW GOOD FAITH MY FOOT!
The whispering inside Andrew's lodge became muted as soon as he stepped inside. Dressed in a new T-shirt and grey jeans, the young man looked as fresh as a green vegetable as he walked closer, sat on the mattress beside Jackson, grinned and then let out, "So sorry for delaying you." "It's okay, Andrew," Miss Simpson mumbled as she put her phone inside her handbag and then turned towards Andrew and announced, " I have seen the video record of the incident." Andrew sighed and let out, " I would like to see it as well. I wonder what your guards were trying to hide?" "Their crime. Obama was the one that put the ring inside Jackson's bag and then brought it out as evidence," Miss Simpson answered back, and then let out, "There is no need to waste your time seeing it. Just tell me what you want me to do about them." Andrew's eyes darted at Brown, and then at the fat man with a bald head and overgrown moustache, and the memory of 0bama's assault against him flowed back into his mind. "D
THE LOATHSOME SON-IN-LAW BOTH OF THEM WERE LOSERS
Jackson was waiting for Andrew beside his shattered car, and his pale face promptly became attractive when he smiled to welcome his friend. "We will need to go by taxi," Andrew gaped at what Jackson's taxi had become, shrugged and announced, "This can't move, and needs to be towed out of here." "I agree. They made a mess of my life-saving asset," Jackson shook his head, and said, "What about eating our breakfast here before we leave, please? Who knows when I will have another chance to eat here." "You can, whenever you want," Andrew answered and then smiled as he patted his friend on his shoulder and let out, "Let me allow you to enjoy yourself. It seemed you enjoyed their food." "Why won't I? The food they cook here is different and not for poor people like us... Let me enjoy it when it lasts." "Enjoy yourself." The two men walked through the grassy land and arrived at the hotel canteen, and the guard at the door quickly removed the sliding glass and then bowed as they stepped
THE LOATHSOME SON-IN-LAW HALF A BILLION-DOLLARS BENTLEY
Kourtney smiled crookedly as they stepped into the showroom that was filled with the most exotic of all cars. "As you can see, each brand is separated from the others," Kourtney mumbled, raised his right hand and pointed at the cars arranged beside them, and then let out, "these were Mercedes-Benz over there, followed by Toyota products, Mitsubishi and Volkswagen product... Which among them did you like?" Andrew peeked at the cars, shook his head, and muttered, "None of this. I want something costlier." Kourtney glared at Andrew, bobbed his head gestured to them to follow him, and then let out, "You better buy a car, otherwise, you will be sorry for wasting my time." "Don't you think it's insulting to be abusing your customers?" Andrew asked back. "You are a piece of trash, Andrew. I'm sure my security guards will put sense into that foolish skull of yours," Kourtney mumbled, turned towards Jackson and let out, "and you, Mr Jackson. Did you think someone as poor as this man can a
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