2025-02-24 17:47:24Silas stopped a few feet from him, his eyes cold. “You’ve got a big mouth for someone so small. A real man shouldn’t be seen in a compromising position with another woman.”
Damien straightened, his smirk fading. “Careful, Silas. You’re in no position to talk to me like that. Do what I said you should do and I’ll save you from completely disgracing yourself.” Silas’s voice dropped. “You think I’ll kneel for you? I’d rather drink from a basket than beg for anything you offer.” Damien’s lips twitched, a mix of anger and amusement flashing across his face. “Is that so?” Silas turned to leave, his steps deliberate and slow, as if daring someone to stop him. “Wait!” the receptionist barked. Silas froze and turned back to the receptionist. “To hell with you all, you’re not worth any penny from me.” “Guards!” she called, her voice sharp. Two uniformed men emerged from the nearby hallway, their footsteps heavy against the polished floor. Silas turned, confusion etched on his face. “What’s this about? You better not try anything funny.” The receptionist crossed her arms, her gaze piercing. “You’re not leaving. Not until you explain where you got that card.” He blinked. “Explain? I’ve already told you—it’s mine. What more explanation do you want from me?” Her lips curled into a smirk. “A man like you? With a card like that? Highly unlikely.” Damien clapped his hands slowly, his grin returning. “Looks like someone else agrees with me. Go on, Silas. Prove it. Prove to all of us that the card truly belongs to you. Oh, wait—you can’t.” The guards stepped closer, their presence intimidating. One of them placed a hand on Silas’s shoulder. “Stay put young man, don’t let us resort to force.” “Don’t touch me,” Silas snapped, shrugging the hand away. “You either admit how you got that card,” the receptionist said, her voice icy, “or we’ll escort you straight to the authorities, maybe you’ll be willing to tell them the truth after a day with them.” Silas’s chest tightened. His heart pounded in disbelief. “You’re accusing me of stealing?” He couldn’t believe what his ears were hearing. “You don’t exactly scream ‘wealthy elite,’” she retorted. “We don’t tolerate fraud here, especially one of such high profile like this.” Damien leaned against the counter, enjoying the scene. “You know,” he said casually, “all of this could stop right now. Just one little action, Silas. Kneel, apologize, and beg for my mercy. Maybe I’ll put in a good word for you.” Silas’s fists clenched, his knuckles white. “I don’t need anything from you. Especially not mercy.” The guards moved in, gripping his arms and holding him in place. “Let go!” Silas yelled, struggling against their hold. The receptionist stepped forward, her expression smug. “You have one last chance to confess. Tell us who you stole the card from.” “I didn’t steal it!” Silas shouted, his voice hoarse. “It’s mine!” “Then prove it,” Damien sneered. “Oh, that’s right. You can’t.” Silas looked around the lobby, searching for a way out. The well-dressed guests avoided his gaze, their whispers and chuckles cutting through the air like knives. One of the guards tightened his grip. “Enough games. Admit it, or we’re calling the police.” Silas gritted his teeth. “Go ahead. Call them. I’ll tell them everything.” Damien laughed clearly enjoying himself. “This is even better than I imagined. Look at you, Silas. Still fighting when you’ve already lost.” The receptionist tapped her nails against the counter, looking unimpressed. “You’re wasting everyone’s time. Just tell the truth.” Silas glared at her. “The truth? The truth is that you judged me the second I walked in here. You never bothered to even consider if there was an iota of truth in all I said. You just assumed I was nothing because I don’t look like you. But you’re wrong.” Damien scoffed. “You’ve got quite the speech, Silas. Too bad no one’s buying it.” The guards started pulling him toward the side entrance. Silas dug his heels in, his voice rising. “I didn’t steal anything! You’ll regret this!” But no one listened. The humiliation burned deeper with every step they forced him to take.
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