The O'Connor family sat in the cushions in front of the mayor, and they were all looking scared because they were expecting the worst from the expressionless-looking man. "Contrary to your expectations, Mr Andrew did not steal the credit card," the mayor let out, drew a breath and resumed after, "he won some money in a raffle draw and the money was paid into his account. The card with him was registered with the account. My investigations show that he is innocent of all these charges." "Thank you, mayor, for explaining this to us. I always tell my people to take it easy with Andrew, I believe that he is a lucky man and will be rich one day." "Enough of your false compliment, Moana," Madan Alice shrieked, raised her right hand and jerked it furiously at Moana, then resumed her yelling, "What will happen to all your sweet tongue and praises when he finished his sudden wealth? I bet you will go back to being his enemy!" "I knew Andrew since childhood, and I believe him when he claimed
Andrew drove into their car park, parked the Cadillac CTS, and was immediately out of the car. He saw Moana walking towards him and was surprised when she held his arm, looked into his, and then let out, "Thank you, Andrew, for not judging us by our past deeds. I am truly sorry for treating you like a bag of trash all this day." "It's nothing. I have learnt to be forgiven to those who err against me," Andrew answered back, then jerked his arm away from Moana's grip, and then handed the Cadillac CTS key into her hand and mumbled, "Please, have this key, and give it to Mary. I don't need your car, and you can forget about the debt." "Oh, my gosh," Moana held Andrew in a tight embrace and tears soon flowed down her pretty face. "We have committed a lot of atrocity against you, and you are very compassionate for treating me with kindness." "I have decided to let bygone to be bygone, and I have forgiven all of you," Andrew answered back when he finally freed himself from Moana's grip.
A tall and huge guard in a blue and white uniform glared at the yellow-painted taxi as it parked in front of The palace gate. He stepped out of the security office that is constructed in front of the hotel fence, stormed towards the taxi, raised his left arm, pointed his finger toward a board on the wall, and then yelled out with a voice filled with anger. "Are you blind or you can't read the sign on that post?" Andrew turned towards the shivering driver and offered a smile to reassure him, then poked his head out of the car window and said in a calm voice, "So sorry, officer. I am here to see Miss, Simpson, and I am sure she won't mind if I enter with a taxi." "Damn you, lass," the guard loomed over Andrew, shakes his head in anger, turned towards the driver and yelled "Get this dirty taxi out of here before I break the glasses to pieces. "You lost, Mister," the driver whispered to Andrew as he ignited his taxi. "Not yet," Andrew muttered back and then looked into the glaring e
Andrew walked with sadness towards Miss Simpson's office, and suddenly halted when the door to her office was opened, and then hurried to meet her. When they met, the smile on Miss Simpson's face was immediately replaced by fear, and she peered into Andrew's face and held his right hand. "Why are you looking sad?" Miss Simpson asked. "Who is the richly dressed man that just left your office some moment ago?" Thinking Andrew's anger was targeted at her, made her shiver, and it was when she knew it was against Steve that she was able to breathe easier." that must be Steve. His family were our long-time supplier of liquors, wines, and beverages." "Why is he here?" "To notify us of the increase in the prices of all their goods. I have their new price list inside my office, and planned to show it to you when we meet." "He is very mean to me. You can't imagine he broke all the windows of the taxi that brought me here." "Steve did what?" Miss Simpson's face was filled with anger, and
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
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
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
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