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
Marking his targets right, ex ranger Jackson parked his truck almost at the gate of the university where he watched each student return home like a hawk watching his prey patiently waiting for the right time to strike. Having waited for more than two hours, and had not seen anyone that looked like them, he continued to look upon the ladies whose photographs were on the document given to him and compared it with each lady who made entry or exit through the gate of the university. For this mission, he possessed a microscope like a detective with a magnifying glass, scrutinizing every detail with precision. With each girl he peered at with the microscope, he took a complete look at them from the hair on their head to their body and to their feet. Nevertheless, no matter how much time had passed, he was not the man who gave up on any mission easily. He pressed his hand gently on his truck radio and while the radio responded by opening its mouth like an infant opening his mouth to get
"If you are just joining us on this Twitter space, this is a space where we talk about the poorest guy on campus and what they are doing to elevate themselves from their poverty. So, make sure to like and subscribe to this space, and you can enjoy all our takes and banter.""Please note that this is not to oppress anyone but to show love and compassion about our subject matter. If you are being discussed and you feel hurt by it, you may get in front of a moving train and let it crush you to death. No one cares!"The moment she introduced her Twitter space, while still holding the device and pointing it towards her room, ex-Ranger Jackson picked up his hot dog roll and took a slow bite on it.The instant he took one bite, he placed it down again gently on the front seat chair and instantly took his phone, scrolled to Twitter, and searched "The Punk Poorest Guy on Campus."Searching the name and finally seeing the space, he tapped his finger on the button that reads, "join Space now," l
"Alright!! Since you are all interested in knowing about the crime the pauper Julius Sabbath committed, I want to add a twist to this. The person with the highest number of roses earns the gist. Which means that I will only tell such a person the gist, and the others can find out from that person!" ex-Ranger Jackson heard how Emily laughed again.At this instant, if he did not smile as well, it was a lie. In this way, "Are you not trying to raise funds for yourself and your co-host, huh? Emily," ex-Ranger Jackson said to himself.As he said this, ex-Ranger Jackson took his hand on the hot dog roll as he gently placed his phone down. However, if his eyes left the phone, it was a lie. He continued to see what happened on the Twitter space as he took another bite from the hot dog roll, then washed it down with juice in a branded package.Having done this, he picked up his phone again, and right at this instance, he saw how lots of rose symbols infested his screen like an overgrown garde
"Since Alexander wants me to share the gist with the general public, I will do so now," Emily said instantly. Hence, ex-ranger Jackson read on his screen how people were cheering for Emily as she was about to reveal the gist."Just as the comments were exploding on the screen, ex-ranger Jackson saw this, and he heard Emily say immediately...""Okay, okay! Now listen carefully, because I am not going to repeat any of what I said. No one else but, of course, Alexander can make me repeat myself. You did not pay for the gist. Alexander did.""So, Jessica and I were at Mr. Fresh and Hot Cake, and immediately we saw Julius arrive in a Ferrari. When he got down from the Ferrari, his suit was sparkling like diamonds, and his wristwatch was obviously a golden Rolex. Never have I seen such a handsome man before.""But alas! That idiot could not fool me or Jessica. We both know that he is the same gutter boy from a tattered apartment. There was no way, even if he won the lottery, he would not ha
"'That lunatic guy!''Who is more dumb than that fool?''I have never seen anyone as totally useless as Julius.''How can you be so poor and want a pretty girl like this to continue being your girlfriend?' 'A poor guy like him should not even think of having a girl.' "Ex-Ranger Jackson began to read all of these comments immediately after Olivia’s voice ended. However, if that was all he read, it was a lie.“So, what should we do about this guy, Julius?”“Should we report him to the police?”“If we don’t report him, many more people online are going to be his victims. We should expose him before he hurts someone else.”“Yes, I agree; we should expose him.”“Me too; I agree; we must expose him.”As these comments were flying on Ex-Ranger Jackson’s phone screen, he peered his eyes towards Emily's room window again and fixed his gaze on her.In this way, he saw that she was now back sitting on her tiny mattress, and her face was obviously crafted into a big smirk, as it was evident th
As he took a picture of her, Ex-Ranger Jackson patiently waited until she had run further down the street, stepped out of his truck, and followed her.With his phone in hand, his microscope, and the pen voice enhancer, he meticulously and discreetly watched her from a distance, like a skilled detective surveilling a suspect in a high-stakes operation.After doing this for about a minute, he saw how Emily walked directly towards a house. It had a white fence standing proudly, framing the quaint porch adorned with hanging baskets of vibrant flowers. The house itself was a charming cottage, with a welcoming front door painted in a cheerful shade of blue. The windows were framed with lace curtains, hinting at the coziness within, while a well-tended garden added a touch of natural beauty.Seeing Emily approach the front door, he noticed how she looked side to side and behind her, being careful not to be seen by anyone, like a spy cautiously navigating through enemy territory. Hence, he cr
“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