Having dismissed all the corrupt board members with great disdain, actor Adrian smiled at the remaining few in the boardroom and ran his hand through his hair triumphantly, like a lion surveying its conquered kingdom.Then he rose to his feet and declared, “I am but a humble servant of the great master Julius Sabbath, who wishes to remain anonymous for the time being.”Upon hearing this, the few board members expressed their shock immediately, their jaws dropping and their eyes widening as if they might fall from their eye sockets. Despite their reactions, actor Adrian did not pause in his speech.“Enough!” Actor Adrian ordered abruptly, bringing a sudden quietness to the boardroom.“Master Julius Sabbath is real, as you have seen in the blue binder document, originally signed by him.”“The reason none of you still seated have not been dismissed today is because he has reviewed your files and seen that you have earned the positions you hold. He wants you to continue working hard to pr
“Ha ha ha.” Julius laughed.“How can you be so cruel and remove a poor student who only wants to be educated and have a degree to his name? Because you were the vice chancellor, you could easily spoil people's future?”“I didn't mean to, I swear. Please forgive me.” Harrington cried loudly, forgetting the number of bodyguards outside of his detention room.“I thought you were hiding to call your great master to pull you out of this mess. Why are you crying so loudly now? Did you forget the bodyguards outside can hear you?”“What? You can see me. Where? How? How?” Harrington immediately rose to his feet, his eyes peering at the wall, at every corner, under the table, and to the ceiling in search of any CCTV he could see.“Hahahaha.” Julius laughed again.“You think we left you with your phone because we forgot to take it? No. It was because I wanted to get in touch with you,” Julius said and continued.“This is the beginning of your regret. You will be taken to jail for a long time. Yo
Right at the exit of the Senate building, Harrington crawled through the door and continued crawling, with no one asking him to stand or pulling him up. Instead, four of Julius's bodyguards walked by his side, moving slowly as he kept crawling.Their hands were poised at their holstered handguns, and their gazes peered around, focusing on Harrington. In case there was a necessary spring of action, they were prepared to tackle it immediately.Similarly, reporters from different press houses and magazines surrounded Harrington, both in front and behind him, with their cameras capturing every move. Quick reporters were broadcasting live on television, which was being shown on all broadcasting networks, social media platforms, and even YouTube.“Reporting live from the Senate of Augustine University, Chicago. The newly removed Vice Chancellor Harrington has suddenly started crying like a little child and crawling on his feet like an animal. Why he is doing this, we do not know. But what w
As they read each word that was tweeted, “I told you, this f**ker want to bring down my father with him. My father is an honorable man,” Alexander said, gazing at Olivia, who in return fixed her eyes on him like an unwavering flame of two souls entwined.“I am sorry I doubted you, babe,” Olivia whispered as they held each other’s hands once again and joined the others heading towards the crowd.***“I am sorry; please forgive me. Please,” Harrington remained on his knees, almost crawling toward the campus building. However, it did not mean that most students were not crowded a few inches away, as they were able to see him boldly.They observed the press filming all that was happening, and they also noticed four strange men in black suits and dark glasses standing beside Harrington.“Who are these men?” Emily asked in a whisper.“We don’t know who they are,” Jessica responded.“You can see that their hands are ready for their guns, right?” Olivia asked.“They look like bodyguards. But
Immediately, as if orchestrated all along, students charged at Harrington, rushing towards him like an angry mob and shouting at the top of their voices, resembling angry religious fanatics defending their God against perceived threats.Julius’s bodyguards, standing next to him, sprang into action. Four of them quickly formed a blockade to reach Harrington, while the other bodyguards nearer to actor Adrian moved forward, hindering the students' fast movement against Harrington.In the heat of this moment, the students could hear the sounds of police sirens, creating a haunting symphony echoing the discordant notes of unrest in the air. When they turned aside, they saw five police cars and a van.In this way, SWAT teams jumped down from the back of the black van, clad in sleek obsidian black tactical gear. Each member wore Kevlar vests, matte-black helmets, and darkened goggles that concealed their focused determination.As the SWAT teams moved towards the students, each student knew a
Watching the news in the control room, Julius let out a smirk as he saw how Alexander and Olivia ushered themselves into a kiss and how the students were seen fighting for Alexander.“What do you think about Harrington being arrested, Mr. Turner?” he voiced suddenly after a long time of remaining quiet.“He would think you got him arrested after he crawled, pleading for your mercy, just like you told him to do.”“Do you think Master Reeds can really call the police on him, or is there someone else in the picture that we do not know about?”“Sir, Master Reeds always goes so low to come against anything that will expose him to the public. He did that to one of the directors of finance when he insisted on paying him bribery.”“What did he do exactly?”“Master Reeds wanted an allocation of two hundred million dollars. But the real amount he was due to get was fifty million dollars. When he saw that the director of finance would not do as he wanted, Master Reeds accused him of corruption a
As if he could sense his presence, the old man suddenly paused. Slowly, like a man detecting a strange shadow following him, he turned his face to the right side. "Julius?" he shouted from a distance. At the sound of his voice, everyone in the queue whom he served turned their faces in the direction he called Julius’ name. "Julius?" each of them shouted excitedly as they spotted him. However, any claim that they were not confused would be a lie. “Why is he dressed so cleanly?” one of them thought. "It's been quite a while since he came here. Where has he been?" another said. "He is wearing a suit. This can't be Julius; he cannot afford something as expensive as that suit," someone remarked. "You can also see that the suit is customized. God! No! I hope this guy hasn't gone to steal it." *** “Julius!” the old man called again, leaving the customer in the queue and walking out of the van. As the old man walked quickly towards Julius, he could not believe his eyes at how new and
The next morning came reluctantly, moving too slowly, as if it were hesitant to arrive. Julius had remained awake all night, consumed by thoughts of the perfect revenge to sweep Emily and Jessica off their feet and make them swallow their own bitter medicine, so they could understand the sting of mockery and disdain. Julius continued to pace to and fro in his luxurious room, his hands below his jaws, as he recalled all that Emily and Jessica had said about him in front of the old man. Yes, the old man had always provided him with free food whenever he couldn't afford to buy any, but to be spoken to in such a manner in front of everyone pained him deeply. So deep that Julius clenched his fist immediately at this moment. “You just wait and see, you punks!” he muttered as he peered through the large window in his room, observing the arrival of a brand new day. Instantly, he shifted his gaze to the telephone, positioned in the right corner of his room, resembling an eagle fixing its ey
“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