“What is she doing here?” Duncan asked as everyone looked at him. Sheila chuckled nervously.“Is there a problem? I'm supposed to be here,” she said as Duncan scoffed.“Is there a problem, Duncan?” Keith asked.“I just don't want her here. I don't want to see her face,” Duncan said as Sheila scoffed.“Well, sorry to disappoint you but you'll have to see my face. If you don't like it, you can leave,” she said as he glared at her. Sheila turned to Keith, smiling but she wasn't happy. Since Mrs Genevieve died, it's as if the love Duncan had for her died as well. She knew he secretly blamed her for his mother's death. He couldn't even look her in the face without glaring at her. It was becoming impossible to stay in the same room as him. “So, I found out why lawyers are backing out from Camila's case,” she said as Smart looked at her.“What did you find?” He asked her.“Someone must have threatened them with something they loved if they defended the case,” Sheila said, showing evidence.
The venue was decorated elegantly with dark, glowing colors that complemented the flashy dresses worn by the guests. Keith Thompson graced the hall with his demeaning presence. He stood out perfectly amongst the guests, dressed impeccably in a black fitted three-piece suit that clung to his muscular build. His short black hair was slicked back, and his black piercing eyes watched the woman at the other side whose blonde hair bounced up and down her shoulders as she moved gracefully through the room. That woman was Sheila Hockings, Keith's new wife. She tagged behind her mother greeting the guests. The wedding was exactly how Sheila dreamed it to be, and Keith made sure to make it to her pleasing. Now the weight on his fingers where the ring lay served as a reminder of the success of this day. Keith had many things to be grateful for, like his skyrocketed business. He was now a man with a net worth of a hundred and ten million dollars, all his years of striving with businesses, takin
Sheila frowned, yanking out the piece of paper with a bank logo sticking out of the mailbox, and with piqued curiosity she made her way back into the house. She proceeded instantly to rip the letter open and caught a glimpse of the name Thompson, to whom the letter was addressed. With a frown, she skimmed through its content. Her eyes widened with shock, soon replaced with irritation and anger.At the sound of approaching footsteps, she moved her attention from the letter to watch hier father descend the stairs. She growled, handing him the letter. "He hasn't made any money." "What do you mean?" Her mother's voice followed as she exited the kitchen."Keith is a broke loser," Sheila said.Her mother chuckled dryly, although her face showed no sign of amusement. "Tell me something I don't know.""His bank wants him to file for bankruptcy," her father explained.Her mother's brows scrunched up in consideration, "But then those jobs?""He just leeches unto us that good for nothing." Her
Keith flinched, staring at Sheila from where she stood almost completely shielded behind Frank with a smirk plastered on her face."Not so brave now, are you?" Mr. Hockings mocked. He kept his gaze on Sheila, staring deep into her eyes wondering what happened to the kind and considerate Sheila. Her attitude hurt the most because she was his only hope and solace against the hardship of the world."Did he bother you?" Frank asked Sheila with a worried frown and that caused an unsettling feeling within Keith. Keith glared in confusion, then asked Frank, "Why would you become friends with the Hockings? What's with the sudden friendship?" Frank smirked, "I don't see any problem, Keith, they are free from their debt, there is no reason to hold a grudge. You should be concerned with yourself or have you forgotten your responsibility, Keith?"Keith knew Frank was right and he had something more concerning to be worried about. Frank was here to collect the rest of his debt and even if he ha
Keith's smile slowly faded, it was certainly more than a person the footsteps confirmed it. He wiped his sweaty palms against his pants, his heart pounding against his chest. It could be Sheila, but she hadn't come alone. He felt half his anticipation and courage slip away with the hope he managed to establish minutes ago.Sheila soon appeared before him and he assumed she wasn't alone. Her parents stood at each side of Sheila and two cops stationed behind them armed with their batons. Keith gulped down nothing but his heart relaxed a bit when he saw Frank wasn't in attendance."Jeez, Keith, is that you?" Sheila's voice was soft, her lips stretched into a teasing smirk, "I almost didn't recognize you through all the filth," she wrinkled up her nose in disgust.Hurt spilled through Keith, these people had messed up his life despite his sacrifices. Mrs. Hockings regarded him with her head held high and a pitiful look fixed on her face but it was a different story for Mr. Hockings, who w
"Thank you," Keith told the cab driver as he exited the car and despite his current peril, he managed a small smile for the man behind the wheel.The man nodded and regarded him carefully. "Are you sure you are at the right place?"Keith took no offense to the man's question and he simply nodded in response.The man didn't look convinced, "You sure I shouldn't wait for you?"Keith shook his head, he wasn't surprised the man asked that, he looked homeless and crazy. "I'm fine. Thank you again." He straightened up, holding his hurting side. The man gave Keith one last look before zooming off. Keith released a breath and twirled around to come face to face with the magnificent building of the city bank. As Keith dragged his feet towards the tall building steps away from him, his mind stumbled upon the thought of Sheila and her family. Not only on the thought of their betrayal but the fact that they had set him up and the possibility of Frank and Sheila being together. He knew the sudden
"Release him," the blonde man who had claimed the title of manager ordered and instantly the guards let him go. It happened so fast that Keith stumbled forward almost crashing into his face but luckily he stabled himself in time."Get back to work," again the blonde man spoke, his voice calm and demeanor screamed of authority and respect. The moment he spoke, the people who had gathered to watch the drama all dispersed, going back to whatever they had been doing, although their curious gaze remained on them as they brushed past."Come with me." The man instructed, staring intently at Keith almost as if to intimidate him but Keith had other pressing concerns than to be bothered about stares and whispers or some man dressed in a fancy suit who was trying to make him squirm.Keith nodded, "Lead the way, Manager," he tried not to sound impatient and sarcastic but Keith doubted it worked. The blonde man twirled around and began moving and Keith didn't need to be told twice as he tagged cl
Mr. Sanderson gripped the armrest so tightly his knuckles turned white, his gaze leveled against the tattered man before him. Mr. Sanderson wasn't stupid and was of course suspicious of the unkempt man who happened to know the secret of the bank and although he found it strange that Keith knew that couldn't mean anything since Mr. Sanderson was sure the vault had belonged to the ruling class back then and it couldn't possibly belong to a low life who was money hungry. "I just want a chance and I promise I'll be out of here before you even bat your lashes," Keith said, his voice thick with desperation, leaning against the desk for support.Mr. Sanderson glanced briefly at the two men behind Keith ready to bundle him out and if necessary with force, then dragged his gaze back to Keith. As much as he wanted to see this homeless man get kicked out he also could not ignore the fact that Keith does have the right to a chance. And there was probably nothing to worry about since no one could