"Richard ! Where are you!" A voice echoed through the storage room, halting Richard in his tracks. Despite being engrossed in his tasks, the commanding voice demanded his attention.With a perplexed brow, Richard emerged from the depths of the storage room to confront his boss, who appeared visibly agitated and out of breath."Boss, you called for me?" Richard straightened his attire, mindful of avoiding any missteps that might incur his boss's wrath.The boss, exasperated, scoffed at Richard 's words. "You negligent worker! Look at the mess you've caused!" he bellowed, tossing a small box in Richard 's direction.Caught off guard by the sudden act, Richard quickly caught it before it could hit the ground.Puzzled, he scrutinized the box before meeting his boss's gaze. "Boss, what should I do with this phone box?" he inquired, seeking clarification.He couldn't fathom why his boss approached him with such fury. Despite his efforts to analyze the situation, he couldn't discern his
Richard smirked at his question. How dare he ask him such stupid question? Well, maybe he was already ashamed."Why can't you make a bigger offer if you are ashamed?" Richard asked, taking Phillip's hand off his shirt."Fuck! I know you stole the money! The money isn't yours? How would you get such a huge amount of money when your life savings wasn't up to a thousand dollars? If you give him the room, I'm sure that the cops siren will wake you up tomorrow morning, to arrest this nuisance of theft!" Phillip kept screaming, sweating despite the ventilation in the room."Well, if that's what you think, then I think you should let the cops arrive and take me away. Won't you like to see them handcuffing my hands? Jeez! I think you should wake up and realize that nobody is spending illegal money like you" Richard gave back the insult in a double dose."What!" Phillip exclaimed and wanted to punch Richard but he was quick enough to dodge it and the punch landed on the receptionist table, mak
Shock filled everyone's face.They believed they must have misheard.Even the manager, who had initially shown indifference, now wore a look of astonishment, though he quickly regained composure."Are you playing a prank on us?" he asked, "No," Richard muttered."Then I would have the bank representative come check." He wasn't saying this because he believed Johan, rather it was because he wanted to see Richard mocked.With that said, he turned to the lady at the counter."Call the senior representative and have him come here." He ordered.Two minutes later, a man walked down from the upstairs and spoke. " Manager, you asked me?" That voice was the senior representative's own."Yes I did. I want you to confirm an alert from this man's bank account." The manager said solemnly.The senior representative gazed at him confusingly. His expression was clearly saying ' why can't the man come upstairs, instead of him being personally called to help.'Having gazed at the manager puzzlingly,
Her yelling attracted quite a number of the customers.They slowly gathered around the counter, with an interesting look at the drama that's unfolding.Richard felt wronged. "Why should I get lost!? I'm part of the customers of this bank, and here you're treating me like this. Is this usually the poor services rendered by this bank?" He retorted,"Of course not, we don't treat our customers poorly but when they are poor people like you, we make exceptions. Your type deserves poor service and that's it." She defended her words, with a shrug."Wow." Richard only muttered,"Yes. You have no right to meet the bank representative whatsoever!" She repeated, firmly."Look at him. He sure has a big gut.""Haha, he looks like a poor beggar. How can such a person have business with the bank representatives.""He should just leave. He's spoiling our eyes with his shabby appearance."Richard glanced coldly at those murmuring about him and they immediately kept shut due to his cold gaze.After
Richard let out a bitter chuckle. "Forgive you? You and father abandoned me when I was just eight, and now you stand here acting like everything's normal?"The elderly woman let out an exasperated sigh. "Richard.""Don't you dare come any closer!" He recoiled as he saw her approaching. "Do you have any idea what I've been through since then? My life has been nothing but misery!"Richard wanted to scream out his pain, but he couldn't find the words. "When you two left me, I thought something terrible had happened. I thought you had vanished from the face of the earth. I never imagined you were out there living so comfortably."He couldn't decide whether to cry or laugh as he looked at his grandmother, who appeared so elegant after years of struggling.The old woman gazed at Richard with affection. "I'll make things right, Richard. You won't suffer anymore."Richard was momentarily taken aback, but his anger still burned within him.He sneered, "You think you can make things right? Can
"Where am I?!" Richard exclaimed, his voice echoing in the unfamiliar surroundings.Never had Richard anticipated that when the darkness lifted, he would find himself in such an unfamiliar place.The most surprising aspect was waking up in a white room exuding luxury and wealth."Could I possibly be dead?" he pondered silently, noting the opulence of the room seemed incongruous with his own existence.Before he could thoroughly explore the room, a voice interrupted his thoughts. "Young master is awake already!"Stunned, Richard turned towards the source to find the black-clad men from before. "Who... who are you?"Encountering them once on the street and now here seemed too much to be mere coincidence.The men in black exchanged glances, murmuring amongst themselves. "What a relief..."Interrupting their hushed conversation, Richard demanded, "What is happening?""Rest, young master," they responded in unison.Richard felt a surge of frustration. "Tell me who you are first!" he insist
Richard's hands trembled as he struggled to comprehend the situation. "Divorce?"He uttered the disbelieving question aloud. "You want a divorce?"He felt like he was dreaming or probably was hallucinating. What's Chloe talking about?"Did he offend her? Was there something that he wasn't doing right? Why would she suddenly mention divorce? Could it be a prank or he probably has developed problems with his ears?" Lots was going on his mind, rendering him mute.Chloe's eyes remained unaffected by Richard's reaction. "Yes, I no longer want this marriage. It suffocates me... Phillip is the one for me," she stated bluntly, facing her lover as she mentioned the name 'Phillip'.Richard asked, bewildered, "How... why?"The man holding Chloe's hand stepped forward, dripping with contempt. "Isn't it obvious? Your financial situation is reason enough for any woman to walk away immediately. How do you expect a woman as beautiful as Chloe to stay with you when she could be with someone like me, w
"Richard ! Where are you!" A voice echoed through the storage room, halting Richard in his tracks. Despite being engrossed in his tasks, the commanding voice demanded his attention.With a perplexed brow, Richard emerged from the depths of the storage room to confront his boss, who appeared visibly agitated and out of breath."Boss, you called for me?" Richard straightened his attire, mindful of avoiding any missteps that might incur his boss's wrath.The boss, exasperated, scoffed at Richard 's words. "You negligent worker! Look at the mess you've caused!" he bellowed, tossing a small box in Richard 's direction.Caught off guard by the sudden act, Richard quickly caught it before it could hit the ground.Puzzled, he scrutinized the box before meeting his boss's gaze. "Boss, what should I do with this phone box?" he inquired, seeking clarification.He couldn't fathom why his boss approached him with such fury. Despite his efforts to analyze the situation, he couldn't discern his