"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
"How many times do I have to tell you to shut up about that nonsense rumor you, stupid son of mine?! I swear you make me so ashamed for easing you! How can you believe some nonsense a simple maid wench told you as a way to ingratiate herself to you, huh? Think son!" Benjamin's father yelled, rebuking him and his words.Thinking that the Maples were still above their family and because they are relatively new money and the youngest family to ever make it into the hierarchy, all thanks to the deal Benjamin brokered with Mr. Rose Dana, Benjamin's father didn't want to do anything that would make an enemy of the Maples.He didn't want her to use her family's influence in the Polaris world against his family and the fact that the maids were all talking about how she was having dinner with Mr. Rose Dana just some hours ago, struck so much fear in his heart when they were being escorted to their audience with Patience that he couldn't force himself to fathom that what Benjamin was saying coul
They all almost slammed into each other but Anthony who was already expecting them did what he could to evade them."What's the rush for? You should all be careful when walking in someone else's home" Anthony said as a passing remark, looking uninterested in them then tried to leave but Benjamin who was the only one among his family who recognized who Anthony was, stepped in front of him and blocked his path."What are you doing son?" Benjamin's father asked before getting a good look at Anthony and the silver hair which was the feature Benjamin had used to describe his assailant to them. It was then he too realized who this was. "Wait a minute, you're the one who beat my son up weren't you?!"Benjamin's father saying that kicked his wife's defensive instinct and she started frowning at Anthony, mad at what he had done to her favorite son, a fact she didn't hide that she favored Benjamin over his, not as impressive older brother."You bastard, how dare you to lay a hand on my son!" She