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Inside the lecture theater, the lecturer was standing a few inches away from his projector, and he was also pointing at his projection to guide his explanation of the particular topic he was lecturing about.It was at this moment that Julius opened the door suddenly, and everyone in the lecture theater turned to look at him, including Olivia and Alexander, who were obviously sitting together.In this instance, each student, including the lecturer, was shocked to see how Julius looked anew and different. With each stare at him, Julius could see that their eyes told a new story about him.Silence prevailed at this moment; the only thing that made a sound was Olivia’s heart, beating faster as if in trepidation. Once Julius peered at her, he could see regret dancing in her eyes, as even Alexander was not as cute as Julius in this different form. None of the students in the class matched his handsomeness, and no guy in the school could stand his cuteness."Ju ... Julius,” her shivered voic
His feeble punches could only hit thin air and nothing more because, like a graceful dancer, Mr. Turner easily dodged his punch and kicked him toward the theater door very easily. However, it did not mean that was all Alexander did."Ahhhhhhh!" He screamed again like a child, clenched his fist, turned, and ran toward Mr. Turner. “I will f**king kill you,” he shouted amidst his screams. Yet, if Mr. Turner blinked, fear was a blatant lie.He did not quiver, nor did he fidget like dry leaves; he only waited for the punch to come at him in that fast motion. Thus, suddenly, he stopped it, like James Bond stopping a punch at him. Continuously, Mr. Turner held his punch from hitting his face with his palm, and before a blink of an eye was complete, he twisted Alexander’s wrist and pushed him toward the wall."Ahhhh!" Alexander screamed for the third time, like a frightened child staring at a monster in the face.Mr. Turner made no sound. His movements were like water. Such stillness, such si
“I apologize for this, Alexander. I want to assure you that this will not happen again,” the Vice Chancellor said immediately. Consequently, Julius saw both of them exchange handshakes as they both stood up.“Oh! I forgot, sir, Olivia is not with these two,” Alexander quickly added.“I can see that, Alexander. Don’t worry, you may leave while I deal with these two brats,” the Vice Chancellor said immediately.“What?” Julius exclaimed again. He could not believe what he just heard the vice chancellor of the university call them. Nevertheless, the way he exclaimed his shock didn't mean that Alexander did not leave the office with Olivia.As they were leaving, Alexander looked Julius in the eyes and smirked at him like a cunning fox. "Olivia, come." He called; thus, Olivia walked right to him, and he smirked once again, looking right at Julius."Are you jealous?" He mocked. He then purposely held Olivia’s hand as they were walking to the office exit door. Suddenly, they stopped once they
Walking out of the gate of the entire school premises and heading straight to where the car was parked, Mr. Turner opened the door for Julius, who then got into the car.Mr. Turner and Julius said nothing to each other all the way from the Vice Chancellor’s office. The only things communicating were the sounds of their footsteps, resembling a conversation in Morse code.Suddenly, just as people had looked at him when he entered the school building and as they did when he left, Julius took out his phone and turned on his internet connection, then he walked his eyes upon the streets of Twitter.Observing his phone, Mr. Turner realized its screen resembled a spider's web with fragile lines crisscrossing in a chaotic pattern, and its body looked as beaten as crumpled paper, bearing the marks of rough handling.“I apologize for my negligence, sir,” Mr. Turner immediately voiced from the driver’s seat, bowing like a humble servant.“But I do not understand. What are you apologizing for? You
As they arrived at the hotel, Mr. Turner parked in front of it like a vigilant guardian. Right at this moment, Julius saw the valet already standing in position to get into the car just after he would get out of it.Stepping out of the car, as Mr. Turner had already opened the door for him, Julius saw the valet bow at him. “Welcome, sir,” he heard the valet greet before the valet got into the car and drove it from the front of the hotel to park it at the appropriate place.“Welcome, Master Julius,” greeted Secretary Julia, who was also waiting at the front of the hotel as if she knew already that her boss would arrive at this instance.“Hello, Secretary Julia. How was your night?” Julius greeted her back with a bold smile on his face.“Fine, thank you, sir,” answered Secretary Julia as they both made their way into the hotel.As Julius entered the hotel, with each security guard he passed, he saw them greet him by bowing their heads like reverent sentinels, paying homage to their lead
“But buying a university might not be as easy as it sounds, sir. We have to go through rigorous steps before we can acquire the university,” Mr. Turner said, bowing to Julius like a respectful servant and acknowledging his master's wisdom."Do you think I don’t know that, Mr. Turner?” Julius rose to his feet and began to saunter up and down slowly, his hand to his jaws, as if pondering the intricate moves of a chess grandmaster.“I am no fool, Mr. Turner. Remember how smart I was as a kid before my father sent me on this poverty training? The poverty training was just to make me develop a tough skin for the dirt the world throws at me. And now that I have tough skin, it is time to use my brain with it.”"What do you have in mind, sir?" Mr. Turner asked again, like a curious friend eager to uncover the next exciting plot twist in a captivating conversation.“I need a secret service,” Julius declared.“But, sir, the secret service is only used by the President of the United States of Am
Having reached downstairs, Mr. Turner, obeying the instruction of his master, ushered the reservation clerks to the entertainment lodge from the front desk and had them entertained with everything they wanted. In the same manner, Secretary Julia was led to the presidential entertainment lodge, and all guests were ushered to the hotel club and bars, offering them free drinks and free upscale socializing and entertainment, like hosts orchestrating a grand soirée to ensure their guests experienced the epitome of hospitality. “Has everything been set?” Mr. Turner confirmed with the head of security immediately. “Yes, sir. We have moved each employee and each guest to appropriate places, and no one can see the master's men coming in now.” The head of security bowed to Mr. Turner as he spoke at this moment. “What about the CCTV cameras?” Mr. Turner inquired again. “The CCTV cameras are off, sir. We are all good.” The head of security answered once more. And with this, Mr. Turner took a
Still waiting for more than two minutes, Julius saw that it was only Professor Jonathan and Ethan, the computer savvy, who had their hands busy on their laptops like a pair of skilled pianists as their fingers danced gracefully across the keys of their laptops in perfect harmony.Contrary to how busy these two were, Adrian retrieved a hockey ball from his pocket and began throwing it up and catching it gently like a juggler, effortlessly keeping multiple balls in the air. And if that were all, it was a lie. He was, in the same way, proud of the skill he displayed, like no one else could achieve it. Hence, he crafted his voice like a girl again and said,“Adrian, what a skillful and handsome man you are. Look at you doing so great!”In the same manner, Gabriel, the love scam expert, stood at the glassy panoramic wall like a daydreamer, lost in thoughts while staring out of the window. But if indeed he was lost in thoughts, it was a lie.“Dearest Racheal, you know that I love you with a
“Thank you, Ms. Benedicta, for the opportunity to speak in this interview session about the recent happenings in our society. And yes, a prenup is a short prenuptial agreement. This is a legal contract entered into by a couple before they get married. It outlines the division of assets and financial responsibilities in the event of divorce or separation. This is the case with Rebecca, according to her agreement in the prenup; she won’t get anything from the assets after divorce.“Now, regarding whether she is right to be happy as her husband has been sentenced to life imprisonment, I want us to understand that, first of all, it is a person’s right to be happy. A person who is not happy deserves to be happy. However, the cause of being happy can vary. To some, money makes them happy; to others, their husbands or wives make them happy; and to other people, the aroma of food and the sound of sexual talks make them happy.In the case of Rebecca, I can relate to her when she says she was ha
Answering that question, the screen boldly showed reporter Alfred, who then said, “Our dear viewers, you have heard from Rebecca herself. She has filed for divorce with Mr. Thornton, and she is the happiest that justice has been served. Right now, we will be transitioning to the studio, where Ms. Benedicta will take over this discussion. But before that, don’t go anywhere.”As reporter Alfred said this on TV and smiled, the screen transitioned into a commercial break. A renowned soccer player was seen on TV kicking his ball and finally kicking it hard into the sky. Suddenly, the ball speedily changed into the Pepsi logo, and then a bottle of Pepsi was shown on the screen.After the commercial, the TV transitioned back into the studio, where a woman was shown wearing a short-length suit. Her hair was somewhat red and very short. She held a pen and a notepad and smiled boldly into the camera.Beside her were five men in different colored suits. One wore blue, another black, another grey
The news of this soon spread across every blog, every news station, and on social media, with the caption, “Mr. Richard Thornton, the same man who set out to compete with Master Julius Sabbath's luxurious hotel, has been sentenced to a lengthy prison term.” As for this, the news broadcasters have it on their TV screens, like:“Hello, dear viewers, We are back again to give you the latest news in real-time. As always, you are our priority, and we make sure to keep you updated.Just a few minutes ago, Mr. Thornton, who wanted to compete with Master Julius Sabbath of the great Sabbath family, was sentenced to a lengthy prison term. We heard this from the judge himself when he pronounced the sentence in court.Among the testifiers in court who shared their experiences with Mr. Thornton were his neighbor, Master Julius Sabbath himself, his two daughters, his wife, his ex-wife, and three of his employees.While they shared their experiences with the court, each of their testimonies aligned
The courtroom was tense with anticipation as Master Julius Sabbath stepped down from the stand. The judge, his face a mask of solemn contemplation, turned to address the room. The weight of the testimonies and evidence presented against Mr. Thornton hung heavy in the air."Mr. Thornton, please rise," the judge commanded. Thornton stood, his face pale, his eyes darting around the room as if seeking an escape from the walls closing in around him.The judge began, "After hearing the testimonies of multiple witnesses and reviewing the substantial evidence presented, this court must now deliberate on the charges brought against you. The accusations are grave and numerous, encompassing wage theft, domestic violence, sexual harassment, and corruption."He turned to the jury, ensuring their attention. "First, let us address the charge of wage theft. We have heard from multiple witnesses, including former employees, who testified to your consistent failure to pay wages on time. These delays an
As Michael Harrison left the stand, the judge turned to the bailiff. "Please call Master Julius Sabbath to the stand."Julius walked to the stand, was sworn in, and took a seat, facing the courtroom with a calm yet determined expression."Please introduce yourself to the court," the judge prompted."My name is Master Julius Sabbath," he began. "I am the heir of the great Sabbath Family who was once in poverty training when I met Mr. Thornton."The judge nodded. "Master Sabbath, can you tell us about your experiences with Mr. Thornton?"Julius took a deep breath and began. "When I first met Mr. Thornton, I was still struggling to make a name for myself and was undergoing training to improve my skills. Mr. Thornton hired me despite my circumstances, which I appreciated at the time."He paused, his expression growing more serious. "However, it soon became clear that Mr. Thornton had a very abrasive personality. He was always verbally abusive to his employees, especially the male ones who
A young girl, slightly nervous but determined, approached the witness stand. She was sworn in, and after taking a deep breath, she began her testimony."Please introduce yourself to the court," the judge prompted gently."My name is Emily Thornton," she said, her voice soft but clear. "I'm 12 years old, and I'm Rebecca's first daughter."The judge nodded. "Emily, can you tell us about your experiences with Mr. Thornton?"Emily took another deep breath, gathering her thoughts. "Mr. Thornton is my dad. At first, he seemed nice, but it didn't take long before he started changing. He would get really angry at my mom for little things. He would yell at her a lot, calling her names and saying really mean things."Her voice wavered slightly, but she pressed on. "One time, I heard them fighting, and I went to see what was happening. I saw him push my mom against the wall and hit her. She was crying and begging him to stop, but he wouldn't. I was really scared, and I didn't know what to do."E
As the court resumed after the recess, the judge called for order. The courtroom immediately quieted, and the judge addressed the court.“Thank you for your patience,” the judge said. “We will now call Mrs. Laura Thornton to the stand.”Laura Thornton, a composed woman in her late forties, walked to the witness stand. She was sworn in and took her seat, glancing briefly at her ex-husband before looking resolutely ahead.“Please introduce yourself to the court,” the judge prompted.“My name is Laura Thornton,” she began, her voice steady. “I was married to Mr. Thornton for three years. We have no children together.”The judge nodded. “Mrs. Thornton, please tell the court why you divorced Mr. Thornton.”Laura took a deep breath, her gaze unwavering. “I divorced Mr. Thornton because of domestic violence. For years, I endured physical and emotional abuse. Contrary to what Mr. Thornton has told everyone, that I extorted him and sex-starved him, the reality is that I lived in constant fear
---Emily, at this instance, took a deep breath, her eyes hardening as she looked at Mr. Thornton, and continued talking. “I worked for Mr. Thornton for two years. Like many others, I was drawn in by the promise of fair wages. But those wages were never paid on time. Sometimes they weren't paid at all. When we confronted him, he would dismiss our concerns, make excuses, and even threaten us with termination if we kept asking.”Her voice grew more intense. “But it wasn’t just the financial exploitation. Mr. Thornton created a hostile work environment through his constant verbal abuse. He would belittle us, call us names, and make us feel worthless. He thrived on our fear and desperation.”She paused, her expression growing darker. “And there was something even more sinister. Mr. Thornton sexually harassed me and other female employees. One day, while I was working late, he came up behind me and tried to touch my breast. I pushed him away and told him to stop, but he just laughed it off
In the early hours of the morning, this was the day every citizen had waited for, both young and old, men and women. The courtroom was filled with an air of anticipation and a sense of justice long overdue. The seats were packed with spectators, some standing in the aisles, craning their necks to catch a glimpse of the proceedings.In the same manner, reporters jostled for space, their cameras clicking and flashes popping, eager to capture every moment of this high-profile trial.Reporters were both inside and outside the court. On this day, “Today is the day we have all waited for, the day Mr. Thornton stands trial for his fate, whether he will be sentenced to prison or become a free man. Do not forget that Mr. Thornton has been charged with wage theft and domestic violence against his wife, Rebecca. Will he be able to secure his freedom? We can only wait and see,” reporter Jasmine said on TV while she smiled, and the TV screen transitioned to the court proceedings.As the TV screen