The interview had ended five hours ago, and Julius was now in his grand mansion. In his luxurious home office, he sat with his legs crossed, a glass of vintage red wine in one hand and his phone in the other, as he began to scroll through social media to see people's reactions to the recent BBC interview.Julius had already launched the BBC app and was in the comment section, reading comments under the "Arising Matter" post:“I told you, Master Julius is always right. Now see how you all embarrassed your family name just because of a man who can’t seem to keep his dick in his trousers.”“The fact that he even beats his wife is more irritating. How can a man be as violent as that?”“I’m just happy I never followed all of you idiots to support that man. I always knew something was fishy about him.”“Honestly, I did talk bad about Master Julius. I just wish he finds it in his heart to forgive me. I was too emotional and blinded by it to see the truth.”“Me too. Mr. Thornton is really an
"Hmmm…” Julius sighed as he read, then, as the instruction from the newspaper said, he turned to the next page and continued to read on. “After Reporter Dickson from BBC Broadcasting Corporation declared on his show that Mr. Thornton’s wife went through a lot of violence from her husband, Mr. Thornton, we decided to investigate this and approached Mr. Thornton’s wife at her home.Certainly, it is pertinent to note that Mr. Thornton really has two daughters and a wife, just as he said on TV. However, when we arrived at their home, we saw something strange.Mr. Thornton's wife, who said her name is Rebecca, had some bruises on her face and on her body, such as her chest area, her forearm, and her thighs. When she saw that we noticed the bruises, she attempted to cover them, but it was too late. While we asked her about it, she lied. However, soon enough she was able to trust us and we began to ask her some questions. Beneath this article are the questions asked and the answers given.O
Reading the newspaper, Julius smirked again. He called for Mr. Turner, who promptly walked into his home office and bowed to him immediately.“Get the car ready; we are heading to pay someone a visit.”“Yes, sir!” Mr. Turner bowed and, without wasting any time, prepared the car. Julius stepped into it, and they drove off.As they were about to drive out of his large compound, Mr. Turner asked, “Where is the destination, sir?”“We are headed to Mr. Thornton’s house,” Julius said confidently.“Yes, sir!” Mr. Turner responded.***If the message had been sent to the press, it was a lie. But they had been notified, and the press was already behind Julius's car as they arrived at Mr. Thornton’s house. This event was shown on TV.“Hello, our dearest audience. We are here again to give you the latest news. My name is Jasmine King, as you already know. Today, Master Julius has decided to visit Mr. Thornton’s house. But for what purpose? I guess we will wait to find out.”“Hi! Today on the rec
Seeing Julius step out of the house with Mr. Turner behind him, like bees scrambling towards their honeycomb, every reporter from every TV station immediately scrambled towards Julius. Once each of them reached him, they thrust their mics towards him and asked numerous questions at once.“Master Julius, what is the purpose of visiting Rebecca?”“Master Julius, is there any plan for Rebecca and Mr. Thornton?”“Master Julius, why are you here at Rebecca’s house?”“Master Julius, are you going to make sure Mr. Thornton is severely punished for his crime?”No matter how many questions flew at him, Julius did not answer immediately. He only looked sideways, and Mr. Turner stepped into action. Mr. Turner came closer to his boss and stretched his arm forward to create a visible space between his boss and the reporters who were almost crowding him. Having created this space, Julius said to the reporters, smiling at them, “Please ask your questions one after another.”Just as he said this,
Just as Julius was being driven away, each reporter faced their camera men and spoke to the camera while their faces showed boldly on their TV screens.“As you have heard it all, here at Mr. Thornton’s house, Master Julius Sabbath of the Great Sabbath Family has visited Rebecca and her children. In their discussion, Rebecca revealed secrets about Mr. Thornton, which of course can be used against him in the court of law. Alfred, what do you think about this?” Reporter Jasmine said this, and with that, the TV screen transitioned into the studio where three men were shown on screen.Each of these men wore grey suits and black shoes. They were sitting on what seemed like a high stool, and behind them was a big 3D banner that read, “The Honest Review.”“Thank you, Jasmine. We will now be talking about what we think of this recent event involving Master Julius Sabbath of the Great Sabbath Family. Welcome to The Honest Review, the first episode of its kind. This, of course, has been created
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
---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
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