“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
Arriving at the bridge, which stood as a relic of forgotten times, Mr. Turner parked the car under the bridge and stepped out of it, opening the door for Julius, then immediately bowing.As Julius emerged from the cocoon of his luxurious car, he saw that the walls of the bridge bore scars of neglect. Its surface was cracked and weathered from years of exposure to the elements. He also noticed how moss and ivy crept along its edges, weaving a tapestry of greenery that contrasted with the dull gray of the concrete.Beyond their car, underneath the bridge, Julius saw a truck with its paint completely peeled off. It was so peeled off that he could tell that its once vibrant paint was now a patchwork of rust and faded hues.Similarly, Julius observed how its metal was poked with dents and scratches, bearing the scars of countless journeys and years of neglect.However, if the truck appeared neglected, it was a deception. Right at that moment, Julius saw the truck driver’s side open, and st