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The Fool's Gold Her Loss (3) -
Sultan's heart constricted as he left Tiana's room, the finality of their separation sinking in. But then, his pocket seemed to stir, and he smiled, recognizing the familiar presence of the tarot card. He retrieved it, his eyes fixed on its intricate design. "Are you trying to comfort me?" he thought, his mind addressing the card. "Thank you. Thank you for the telepathy thing you did in there. I know it was your doing."Despite the tears he didn't realize was streaming down his face, Sultan managed a smile, his eyes shining with a mix of sadness and gratitude. In a sudden, comical twist, the tarot card's writing transformed before his eyes. The joker's face turned away, and the words "Her Loss!" appeared in bold, playful letters. Sultan chuckled softly, his heart warming to the card's whimsical comfort. "You're really a life and not just a card, huh," he whispered, feeling a sense of connection to the mysterious card that went beyond words. It was as if the card had become a true
The Fool's Gold The Magician And The Fool
"Ah, finally, a cottage in sight," Sultan muttered, his exhaustion evident in his weary tone. He trudged along, his legs dragging behind the Magician's brisk pace. "I thought you'd never stop," he added, his voice laced with relief and a hint of sarcasm. The Magician didn't seem to notice, or perhaps didn't care, that Sultan was ready to collapse from fatigue. He led the way to the cottage, his strides long and purposeful, leaving Sultan to struggle to keep up.As soon as they entered the cottage, Sultan collapsed onto the ground, his chest heaving with exhaustion. "Get on the rock," the Magician instructed, his voice firm but detached. Sultan's gaze wandered lazily around the room, searching for the aforementioned rock. "Huh? What rock?" he asked, his voice laced with confusion and fatigue. His eyes landed on a large, moss-covered boulder in the corner of the room. "Oh, that rock... But I'm tired... Can't I just rest for a bit? Please, give me a break!" he pleaded, his body scre
The Fool's Gold Piling Messes Called Responsibilities
Sultan hastened to the study, his long strides almost turning into a run as he hurried to reach the door. He paused, taking a deep breath to calm his racing heart, and gazed down at his dirty boots. As he looked down, he saw his dirty boots and took them off, leaving only his white socks. He pushed open the door and walked in, his eyes full of weariness yet anticipation.As Sultan entered the study, his eyes were drawn to a figure standing by the window, gazing out into the garden. The soft light streaming in highlighted the person's profile, and Sultan's heart skipped a beat as the figure turned to face him. His new secretary, Joe Armstrong, stood before him.Before him stood Joe, a tall and lean figure with chiseled features and an air of calm composure. Their eyes met, and for a moment, they engaged in a silent appraisal of each other. Then, Joe spoke, his voice firm and professional. "Mr. Emmett Watson, it's an honor to finally meet you in person." His words were laced with a
The Fool's Gold When The Rich Cries (1)
When Sultan hit his pad, he slammed the door shut behind him. He hauled himself up onto his king-sized bed, sat cross-legged, and spread the three files out in front of him. Digging into his pocket, he pulled out the tarot card and slapped it down in the middle of the files. "Let's get down to business," he said, addressing the card. Sultan had always been a little quirky, often talkiy with his stuff, like his socks, shirts, pants, and even his door. It was his way of sorting his thoughts and chilling out.Sultan started reciting a familiar childhood rhyme, his voice almost hypnotic. He tweaked the words to fit his situation, his eyes scanning the files in front of him. "Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, find a clue and let it grow. If it's true, it'll start to show." His hand moved rhythmically, pointing to each file in turn, until finally landing on the one about the gunshot. It was like he was conjuring up an answer and which file to open first… oh wait, actually it was the case.He pi
The Fool's Gold When The Rich Cries (2)
Sultan's whisper was barely audible, his voice lost in the storm of thoughts ravaging his mind. “No way, Joe... What are you doing there?”He felt like he'd been punched in the gut, his breath knocked out of him. His eyes darted back to the tarot card, seeking a anchor in the chaos. “This can't be a coincidence,” he muttered, his mind racing with the implications. “No, it must be... Joe can't be involved in this, can he?” The question hung in the air, taunting him with its uncertainty. Sultan's eyes locked onto the card, willing it to yield some hidden truth, some reassurance that his trusted secretary wasn't a traitor. But the card remained silent, its secrets locked behind an enigmatic smile.Sultan's heart raced like a jackrabbit, his pulse pounding in his temples. The revelation had set his nerves on fire, and he felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins. He knew he had to act swiftly before it was too late. He didn't want to harm the Watsons or himself!And if it
The Fool's Gold Tiana's Wedding (1) - 'People' were scarce
The day of Tiana's wedding had arrived, and Sultan was determined to make a statement. Yeah, he had something to say even if not with words.The sun was shining brightly, casting a warm glow over the Watson estate. Sultan stood in his bedroom, waiting for Lugard to return with the perfect suit. His mind was still preoccupied with the revelations about Joe Armstrong, but he knew he had to set those thoughts aside for the time being.Lugard finally entered the room, carrying a meticulously tailored suit. "Here you go, young master. This should do the trick," he said, handing the suit to Sultan.Sultan took the suit and examined it. The fabric was of the highest quality, a deep midnight blue with subtle, elegant patterns. The suit was designed to fit him perfectly, emphasizing his broad shoulders and trim waist. "This… is perfect, Lugard. Thank you," he said, genuinely appreciative.Lugard nodded, pleased with Sultan's reaction. "I'm glad you like it. You will definitely make an impre
The Fool's Gold Tiana's Wedding (2) - Lady Ashley's Rich Date
Ashley widened her set of white impeccable teeth at the new guy who just arrived, crossing a hand around his shoulder as he sat. "It's okay, I'm just glad you're here," she said warmly, her voice softening in a way that Sultan hadn't heard before.Sultan shifted in his seat, trying to mask his discomfort and making sure not to be dumped, he asked. "Who's your friend, my dear date?" he asked, forcing a casual tone, adding that last part intentionally.Ashley turned to Sultan, her smile unwavering. "Oh, yeah, Sultan, this is Henshaw. Henshaw, this is Sultan, my date for the evening."Henshaw strained forward and extended a hand towards Sultan on the left, his grip firm. "Nice to meet you, Sultan. Ash didn't say anything about you or a date.. haha..."It felt awkward.Sultan shook the guy's hand, managing a polite smile. "Nice to meet you too, Henddy. She didn't say anything about you either."“Er… it's Henshaw, not Henddy, haha,” Henshaw felt really awkward but only laughed it out lik
The Fool's Gold Tiana's Wedding (3) - Stole Two Rings?!
The room fell into a stunned silence, all eyes of those who knew sultan as Tiana's ex or just his first name turning to Sultan. His heart raced as he processed the groom's words. The missing rings, the public accusation—everything was spiraling out of control.Like seriously? Sultan Armstrong steal?!Ashley’s grip on Sultan’s hand tightened under the table, her eyes wide with disbelief. "This can't be happening," she whispered, her voice trembling.She definitely didn't believe he stole the ring. Well, she didn't know sultan personally to believe be didn't steal the ring, but she knew for sure that Tiana and George was up to no good!Sultan stood up slowly, trying to maintain his composure. "I don't know what you're talking about," he raised, his voice steady despite the rising panic inside him. "I didn't take any rings."He acknowledged he was sultan, the one and only.George’s eyes narrowed. "Then how do you explain your presence here without an invitation?" he demanded, his tone a
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