"Exactly what I just said Lady Maple!" Mr. Rose Dana said facing Patience before turning to face Anthony beside her and then gesturing at him "I don't see why this young fellow can't be my escort, it's all the same to me anyway" he smiled, acting his role perfectly.Patience not wanting Anthony to have anything to do with someone as influential as Mr. Rose Dana became irritated by this and the possibility of a relationship ever forming between the two was a fear she never knew she had until now. She thought he might try to sabotage all the hard work she's put into setting up the meeting with Mr. Rose Dana's master, having absolutely no idea that both Anthony and him were the same person.As such, she tried her best to put this situation down before it could go anywhere. This is because, in delicate discussions between two influential parties, every single moment is vital and a simple escort can mean the difference between closing a deal and completely destroying it, making both involv
All the caterers and the Maples looked at him, wondering what was wrong. Knowing well that he wouldn't like to get into the details of what went down during that very brief exchange between him and Anthony, Vlad pretended like he had tripped over something and got up immediately. He looked at all the caterers with an intimidating face"What are all of you looking at?! The guests are all gone so you can go to your stations, now!" He yelled then turned to the Maples, bowed his head to great them goodbye before walking off to go to his post. He kept clenching his fist and releasing it every few seconds as he thought about how stupid he had been.Patience who was watching him leave, thought that Vlad must have been angry about Anthony taking his place in the escort and so she didn't pry into his anger, saying "That stupid dog, I'll teach him a lesson once he gets back!" She sneered.Outside the mansion, Anthony and the rest had gotten to the cars. The two soldiers had returned to their tr
"Excuse me?!" Anthony halted with a surprised face, taken aback by the brashness of the manager's words which seemed to have come straight out of nowhere. "Appears like I'm going deft but did you just tell me that I'm not welcomed here?!" Anthony asked with a creased forehead of disbelief.The manager who had his arms folded walked even closer to Anthony in an attempt to impose himself more. The fact that he was taller and had more muscles than Anthony was giving him a lot of confidence to speak in any way he wanted. When he was satisfied with how close they both were, he forcefully pointed at the door "That's right, I said get the hell out of my shop!"Anthony who was getting better at controlling his emotions was being lenient with the manager. First, he had to assess things in his head, he knew that he hadn't done anything wrong and he dressed okay enough to not be seen as a crook so him being chased from the shop wasn't making any sense to him. Calmly he followed where the manager
"That's right, two hundred thousand dollars! That's the only amount I'm gonna sell so you can just get the hell out of here because I know someone like you can't afford it!" The manager smirked and the sales rep with the red suit finally understood the game the manager was playing.There was no way they could see the bike to Anthony when they had already sold it to someone they saw as very dangerous so the only thing to do is ridicule Anthony with the price and make him leave on his own, shame ridden.At first, Anthony had wanted to challenge the price but from the way they all looked at him, he instantly knew they wanted to embarrass him and so he frowned, looking straight at the manager and saying "Two thousand dollars, is that all? No problem then, I'll pay it right now!""What!" The manager exclaimed, getting angry "There's no way you can ever afford something like that!" He yelled, looking at Anthony up and down and being sure that Anthony was lying through his teeth about being a
Half an hour later and the owner of the automobile shop drove his black Mercedes Benz G-Class MSRP which costs $150,000 down to the shop and parked right behind the last Jeep in Anthony's convoy.He was a very short man, less than five feet tall, whose feet could barely even manage to touch the pedals of his car, and the size of the vehicle he chose to drive while being his size just speaks volumes about the type of person he was. From all the signs he's portrayed, he fits perfectly into the stereotype of a typical short angry person who drives a big car as a means of compensating for his low self-esteem and worth. And just as the typical stereotype type, he also happens to be short-tempered, getting angry most of the time for the littlest of things, just like right now.During the call, the sales rep in the yellow suit didn't relay much information and just told him that he had to come to the shop with immediate effect then cut the call abruptly and that was the start of his anger. R
"Pardon my bad manners, I told you to come to sit but I forgot to lay out the chair for you," Anthony said, both palms pressed together in an apologetic way and a sincere look on his face.The owner gulped "It's no problem, I can just stand while we do the business—" Anthony cut him short, dropping his hands and leaning closer to the side where the sales rep who wore yellow and had his head pressed against the ground in a bow was."My mentor always taught me to be hospitable to people I'm meeting for the first time, so here," Anthony said then tapped the yellow suit-wearing sales rep on the shoulder, making him look up at him. Looking straight into the sales rep's eyes, Anthony said "What are you doing, your boss needs a seat so get him one" he said in a threatening tone."Yes sir!" The sales rep replied, nodding his head vigorously then rushed, crawling behind the owner of the shop and positioning himself like a chair. On all fours, he started smiling from ear to ear because he though
The manager groveled with shame "I'm sorry sir, I just wanted to get back at him because I thought he was being a smart ass. If only I had known what would end up happening then I never would have tried to mess with someone like him, never!" The manager said, trying his best to get up "Regardless of saying all that, I don't care if I get beaten up more but we can't sell that bike to someone else. The buyer is going to kill us if we do!" He said and instantly the owner felt a cold chill run down his spine."W-what do you mean?" The owner asked and Anthony became very curious about who this buyer could be. "Who paid to have the bike?"Finally, after so many tries, the manager found a way to get up to his feet, swaying but still managing to maintain balance. This took a lot out of him the way he kept panting "Being in this line of work you get introduced to certain people who could have the money to buy the type of vehicles we oftentimes sell. Among those are dangerous people which you sh
Anthony who after leaving the automobile shop had also gone to buy a small phone he could use, for the time being, drove his bike back to the Maple estate, parking beside Julius' car which had been the exact one whose left headlight was smashed apart by him in a fit of rage, a month ago. The time was 6 p.m. and as such, the sky was already looking dark, but the mansion right there in front of him had so many security lights blaring in all directions that it allowed Anthony to see something peculiar in the car.At first, he had thought that this was a shadow playing tricks on his eyes but curious to find out the truth, he reached out a finger and he touched it. Anthony smirked in contact with the car because even though Julius had tried his best to get that part fixed, there was still a little dent that couldn't be taken out."This has gotta sting, huh Julius?" Anthony mumbled with a huge grin on his face, chuckling then turned to his motorcycle, placing his hand on the black leather s