In no time, Mr. Thornton found himself in Germany. Still dressed in the same style but in different colors, he related with the Influencer in Germany, but it also proved futile.He faced similar results in France, China, and South Africa.“We apologize for the inconvenience, but we only render exclusive service to the Great Sabbath Family and do not serve any competitors,” was the feedback he heard each and every time.Similarly, Mr. Thornton sought Julius's connections in the UK, Saudi Arabia, Dubai, South Africa, and Mexico, all within the span of one week.“We are sorry for the trouble of coming down here, but we only render exclusive service to the Great Sabbath Family. We do not serve any other competitors,” they all said one after another in the UK, Saudi Arabia, Dubai, South Africa, and Mexico.“Fuck!” he cursed loudly in a bar where he had gone to cool his head. Thinking about this alone was like a heart attack to him.“You do not seem happy today, Mr. Thornton,” the bartender
“I know what you're thinking: you thought we were going to show you ads during this break, right? But instead, you were shown a video of Mr. Thornton in a bar, drunk because of his peril.”“I know you have many questions about whether what we did was legal and if we have violated Mr. Thornton's privacy. I want to use this medium to declare that when we last interviewed Mr. Thornton, he signed a document allowing us to investigate him privately. So, yes, this is lawful, and we have not violated his privacy.”***“What?” Mr. Thornton couldn’t believe his ears. He now remembered the moment he signed a document presented to him with a smile after his last CNN interview.“F**k! NO!” he screamed.“I didn't read that f**king paper! Why am I so dumb?” Mr. Thornton yelled at himself once again.In his frustration, he punched the wall fiercely and continued to scream like a frustrated, depressed man.***“Shocking, right?” reporter Jasmine continued.“As a channel that prioritizes its audience,
Just as Mr. Thornton saw this on TV, he didn't bat an eye before he quickly launched the CNN app and scrolled into the comment section. In this way, he began to read:“There are two things that affect a man’s journey. The first one is his excitement. A man is usually happy and will do anything you demand from him when he is exceedingly happy. One source of a man's happiness is his business. When a man’s business is doing great, he is sure to be a happy man. The second is his wife. If he marries a good wife who wants the best for him, then he'll surely be very happy.In contrast, there are two things that make a man sad, depressed, and frustrated, such as how Mr. Thornton was at the bar. This can happen when a man’s business goes south, and there is nothing he can do to save it. Or when he marries a bad wife who keeps making his life hard.”“I understand what you wrote, James, but here I want you to paint the picture as it is. Do not try to make Mr. Thornton the victim. He is not the v
“It pleases me to see that you are still doing great, contrary to what the TV has shown of you.” Julius's voice sounded impassive and, at the same time, mocking Mr. Thornton.Hearing this, Mr. Thornton fired back, “You bastard! After everything I did for you, this is how you repay me, huh?”“After everything you did for me?” Julius responded.“Do you remember how often you didn’t pay wages? How would you make sure to use us like slaves? Do you remember how you went on vacation with employees' incentives? And what did you do on those vacations? Sleeping with girls?”“F**k you, Julius!” Mr. Thornton retorted. “How I choose to spend my vacation is none of your business,” Mr. Thornton said once more, then continued.“So, this is who you are, huh? You bit the hand that fed you. When you had nowhere to go, who received you? Who accommodated you when no one was going to give you a job? Who gave you a job and made sure you did not go hungry?”“Hahaha!” Julius laughed as he heard these words c
Just as Mrs. Willer continued to talk on TV, Mr. Thornton began to remember all that he had done for her and wondered why she decided to testify against him.In this sense, he remembered the evening he was about to leave work and had already told his employees they could close for the day. Mrs. Willer was down the road with her heavy loads; she needed someone to help her lift a load heavier than a whole truck could carry to her apartment upstairs.When she sighted Mr. Thornton, even though he had just ordered some ladies to his office and was at the door, wanting to receive them, she called loudly, “Mr. Thornton!”Happily like a quokka, Mr. Thornton told his ladies to wait for him in the office and he walked to Mrs. Willer to help her with her loads.“Is this how you repay me, Mrs. Willer?” Mr. Thornton voiced aloud again amidst his thoughts. Hence, his thoughts continued.In this same way, he remembered the night he was leaving work early, while his employees were still at work, rend
The next episode was the following day, where Julius had been invited on "The Curiosity Made Me Ask." Right on this day, he was wearing a more rare suit.“Mr. Turner, you said this is a new designer from Paris?” Julius asked.“Yes, sir. This is from Cifonelli. He is one of the most prestigious tailors in Paris, known for their impeccable craftsmanship and attention to detail. Also, it is important to note that this suit was customized for you, sir,” Mr. Turner said. Julius nodded his head in approval.Nodding his head signified to Mr. Turner that Julius loved the suit he wore. Julius looked at himself in the mirror again and again, affirming to himself like a groom on his wedding day, “I am cute, I am always cute, and I will always be cute.”“I am sorry to interrupt you, sir, but you have been invited on 'The Curiosity Made Me Ask,' episode by reporter Jasmine. Are you going to reveal everything you know about Mr. Thornton?” Mr. Turner asked.“Reveal?” Julius sounded surprised. “No!” h
The comments at this moment resembled a heated battle on a battlefield. The responses flowed rapidly, each one sharper and more indignant than the last. Certainly, what Julius said on TV had poked some nerves, and Mr. Thornton couldn’t help but begin to smirk. His smirk wasn't one of joy but of calculated satisfaction, knowing that the public tide was turning in his favor."How dare he toy with us? Didn’t he say he was going to expose Mr. Thornton?" one comment read, echoing the sentiment of many."So there’s nothing to expose about him? He just wanted to trend for nothing’s sake?" another user retorted, frustration evident in their tone."Rich people and how they get away with a lot of these things," someone else muttered, their cynicism dripping through the screen."Mr. Thornton better sue him for defamation," a particularly incensed commenter demanded."I think you guys should calm down," a more measured voice suggested. "He said we should wait and see. I think he’s onto something,
“You see, my dear people, I did not just label Julius as the hunter. His behavior towards this situation simply showed that he thinks he is the hunter. Now, let me explain.Wasn’t I just in my room, about to get some sleep, when the news suddenly showed Julius facing an interview with CNN? It was a quiet night; the rain was tapping lightly against my window, creating a soothing rhythm that was supposed to lull me into sleep. Of course, I thought it was the usual type of interview where he would call out Master Reeds, even though he had been arrested. The dim glow of my bedside lamp flickered as the screen displayed Julius’ smug face.I was somewhat disinterested in this, and all I wanted was to get some sleep. The exhaustion of the day had weighed heavily on me, but suddenly, I heard my name escape Julius’ mouth. My name? How come? The shock jolted me upright, my heart pounding in my chest.It hurt to see that the guy who came to your door, defeated by life and looking like a poor sou