“Thank you, Reporter Dickson, for your invitation. I have just checked your profile and some of your interview sessions with other people. I want to appreciate your good efforts in being the voice these people have in their trying moments. I have received your invitation and accepted to be on the show. Please send me the time and date so I can plan accordingly,” Mr. Thornton sent. In the blink of an eye, he saw at the top of the text area, “Reporter Dickson is typing…”Seeing this, he waited patiently. Even before a second had passed, Mr. Thornton saw Reporter Dickson’s message slide in like a smooth transition from a video course.“Thank you for your acceptance, Mr. Thornton. The show is scheduled to hold on Friday at 1:30 PM. You may also share this with your followers so they can see the show and hear your voice. Until then, we trust in your innocence. Stay strong. See you on Friday. Best regards.”Just as Mr. Thornton received this message, he also saw that it was followed by a li
As he continued to stare at his phone and breathe hard, as if his phone were the source of his problems, Mr. Thornton received a beep on his phone suddenly.“Did Bridgerton change her mind?” he hoped, and with this, he rushed to pick up the phone from the floor. When he turned the phone over to see if his guess was correct, his curiosity piqued like the height of a mountain.“This is not Bridgerton; this is a strange chat,” Mr. Thornton said to himself as he tapped his finger on the strange chat profile picture. He saw a blonde-haired lady in just a panty and bra.Her body was fresh, her eyes were very beautiful, her lips were tender and pink, and her thighs and hips showed that this lady had beautiful curves and big buttocks.In the same way, he laid his eyes on her cleavage, which was enchanting, drawing him to linger for this lady already.Even so, as much as he wanted this lady so bad, his thoughts wandered through his wonderland, trying to remember if he had ordered this lady bef
---“Employees?” Mr. Thornton sounded confused by the lady’s question before he answered again, regaining his composure.“I gave them the evening off to celebrate my win. Haha,” Mr. Thornton chuckled, his eyes narrowing as he took a step closer to the lady. The dim lighting in his office corridor accentuated the tension in the corridor, casting elongated shadows on the walls.“Is that why your d**k is already hardened?” she asked, her voice a seductive whisper as she moved closer to Mr. Thornton, close enough to hear his breath quicken. He loved the anticipation.As she slowly lifted her thigh and sexily wrapped it around Mr. Thornton’s back, he felt a rush of desire. He pulled her closer, placing his hands firmly on her buttocks, and whispered into her ear.“Trust me when I say this, you have the most beautiful buttocks I have ever seen in my entire life,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust.“Even more beautiful than Bridgerton’s?” the lady whispered back, her eyes locked onto hi
It was Friday, and Mr. Thornton checked the time to ensure he was not late for the show. "1:10 pm," he muttered to himself. With that, he got dressed, donning his best suit and tie. He meticulously combed his hair, wanting to make a good impression on national television.Arriving at the show only took him about 10 minutes, and when he checked the time again, he noted, "1:20 pm," as he stepped out of his vehicle and peered at the BBC building. The anticipation built up inside him; this was another chance to speak out.In this sense, he saw that the building was, of course, an iconic structure. He observed the Broadcasting House looming majestically, its Art Deco facade gleaming under the sun. The building's distinctive Portland stone had an ethereal glow against the clear blue sky, reflecting the prestige of the institution.Looking at the front entrance from the car park, he saw that the entrance was framed by tall, elegant windows bustling with activity. Reporters and staff moved pu
“Mr. Thornton, I don’t get it. Why do you refer to Master Julius as evil?” reporter Dickson asked after about fifteen seconds of silence.“Are you really serious about this question, reporter Dickson?” Mr. Thornton began, then continued.“Everybody knows that when Master Julius came on live, he was interviewed by this lady who blushed on TV because Master Julius asked her out. Well, that’s a discussion for another day. If a person is not evil, why would he, out of the blue, declare that he would expose me when I really have nothing to hide?”“Mr. Thornton, while you said this and declared that you really have nothing to hide, I believe you. But I want us to go back to what happened on the CNN network the other day. We saw Master Julius in the interview session. Is the episode not 'Curiosity Made Me Ask'? Reporter Jasmine was seen asking Master Julius a lot of questions, which he failed to answer, only for him to ask reporter Jasmine out on a date. What do you have to say about this?”
“If you are the type that closely follows any matters concerning Master Julius, you will agree with me when I say that, since Master Julius assumed his position as the heir of the great Sabbath family, reporter Jasmine has been doing too much. I mean, I am not a reporter, and I certainly don’t know how being a reporter works, but I know she is not the only reporter at CNN, right?Look at it this way. When I arrived at this station, BBC Broadcasting Corporation, and while you approached me at the entrance, look how many reporters we met doing their jobs. Certainly, a reporter cannot be fixed into every news story, every interview, and everything, even field reports. That’s too much. But what won’t a lady who is in love do?She even almost got shot for Master Julius at the scene when Master Reeds and his associates were to be arrested. So, how will everyone see all this and say she is not doing too much?”“While what you said is true, Mr. Thornton, remember that you said you do not know
---“This show started in 2002. Are you familiar with the name Hushpuppi? If not, you better look it up because he was the first person we interviewed on this show.Now, what really happened? Hushpuppi was a Nigerian scammer. According to his own history, he was a thrift store seller on the roadside. He got tired of struggling to live from hand to mouth and then began to scam people. But he was not scamming his fellow Nigerians; his target was the United States.Hushpuppi created a fake Facebook account. When I say fake, I mean he went online, downloaded pictures of an American man, and uploaded them one after another.Eventually, he was not even two months into this act when he met an American woman online. She was looking for love, and he decided to scam her by pretending to give her what she wanted. They chatted all day and night; he called her dear, babe, darling, sweetheart, and what have you? Until that night, when he asked her for money, and this American woman sent him what he
Just as reporter Dickson said this, the TV screen transitions to the Mr. Thornton sex episode with his last sex hooker from OnlyFan. And while the video played to the end, reporter Dickson began to talk again. “As you have seen in this video, it is not the end when I say he orders hookers and prostitutes; we also find out that he pays these hookers way more than what they billed for. For example, if a hooker demanded a $500 payment, Mr. Thornton paid her over $2000. And with what money did he pay these hookers? Yes, your guess is right; he pays them with employee salaries and incentives.“With this, we came to realize that Mr. Thornton has not paid any of his employees for five months now. Yet, any employee who reported him would be sacked immediately and decline any of their rights. Even after termination.What about his wife and his daughter, whom he promised to us all that he would always respect and who was dissatisfied he would take care of them? According to our investigation,