Seeing how his screen loaded like a ball rolled into a pitch, ex-Ranger Jackson scrolled his finger to the top and saw a box at the bottom of his screen. Right on the right side of the box, he saw the icon of a letter folded into an aircraft. He understood the meaning of this icon, and right there, he scrolled up again. With this, he saw different comments popping out of the bottom of the screen, like bubbles popping out at the face of boiling water.“Let's see what we have here,” he muttered to himself. Right there, he began to read different comments from people who had seen the live interview.“I do not think Mark understands the rule that guides a fraudster or a drug dealer. Yes, these sets of people have money, but they are afraid of showing off their money because they know if they do that, it's only a matter of time before they are caught.”“I honestly did not think Mark knew anything he was saying, but let the police do their job. I guess we will find out soon.”“Well, Sophia,
As they watched the video on Emily's phone, they both came together and burst into another episode of laughter, as if they were watching a comedy movie. They shared the happiness together, filming each moment as proof of their shared joy.For ex-Ranger Jackson, everything they did, if it wasn't captured on camera, might as well have been a lie. He remained patient, like a loyal dog awaiting instructions from its master.Still staring at them, he heard and saw how they both gestured and said to each other, “We should start the pace now and let everyone see where this poor-for-nothing guy lives.”Immediately after Emily said this, Ex-Ranger Jackson noticed how she stared into her phone with intense focus, resembling a student taking a final exam. After a couple of seconds, she raised the phone slightly above her head, like a child wanting to take a complete picture with a selfie stick to show herself and Jessica in the background.Seeing this, ex-Ranger Jackson didn't bat an eye before g
After spending only ten minutes at Julius' abandoned apartment, Ex-Ranger Jackson saw how they had closed the space for the time being. He noticed Jessica and Emily growing tired of waiting for Julius.“Maybe he's not coming?” Jessica said.“I think we better head back and find another time to film him,” Emily admitted, expressing her fatigue. Ex-Ranger Jackson observed them both beginning to walk back in the direction they came from.Checking the time at this moment, “11:45 PM?” he exclaimed in shock at how late it was. “Back in college, I was never out at this time. Mama never allowed me to stay out this late,” he mused to himself, although the truth was that he kept his eyes on them the whole time.Through the rearview mirror, he watched as they flagged down a taxi and headed back home. Not having been seen or suspected, ex-Ranger Jackson turned his car around slowly and followed them like a shadow in the night.After following them for several minutes, he saw Jessica being the f
Having recorded everything that ensued in the room like a camera man filming a whole movie, from kisses to yanking off their clothes and finally having sex, Ex-Ranger Jackson's burner phone suddenly began to ring. However, it rang so silently, like a ghost whisper, that it barely made a sound.Walking silently away from the window and the garden until he was back in his car, he picked up the call.“How is it going?” Ex-Ranger Jackson heard Julius’ voice, full of authority and resonance, like a command from a seasoned general.“I am still on it, sir. Not interfering as instructed, but keeping everything on record.”“Great! Any unexpected scenarios?”“The friends betrayed each other, sir. She is sleeping with the other boyfriend.”“And?” Julius inquired.“They went to your abandoned apartment, sir, and filmed it. It's been sent to space.”“I know about that. I was in the space,” Julius answered.“What else?”“Your name has been reported to the police station by the same guy from the res
The next morning dawned with a bright new sky, and perhaps the brightness of it was the reason Jessica's cheeks expanded into a wide smile. Ex-Ranger Jackson, sitting in his car, saw Mark arrive at Jessica's door and knock on it gently, like a gentle breeze tapping on the window of a cozy cottage.Mark was not alone. In his hands, he held a bouquet of roses, and he was dressed differently from the night before. This morning, he wore a suit that was not well-fitted, with his white shirt collar flying over the suit. His pants were loose, giving him the appearance of an old-fashioned fashionista seen boldly on an old magazine cover.Seeing this, ex-Ranger Jackson smirked and waited in his car, poised like a patient spider in its web, anticipating his next catch.He had been in the car for about six hours since he watched Jessica fall asleep the night before while she waited for Mark to call her back, which he did not do throughout the night. Yet he appeared the next morning with a bouque
Having finally gotten dressed, ex-Ranger Jackson heard Jessica ask sadly, “Do you hate me, Mark?”Feeling Mark's surprised expression in response to Jessica's question, Ex-Ranger Jackson heard him say, “No, babe. How can I hate you? I love you.”“Then why are you keeping your distance from kissing me?”“I wasn’t!” Mark insisted.“Yes, you did,” Jessica said again.At this moment, Ex-Ranger Jackson felt how silence prevailed for about five seconds, during which the only sounds he heard were the sounds of their heavy breathing.If all that had happened was a lie, ex-Ranger Jackson felt how Jessica slowly began to lean her neck forward and how Mark continued to stare at her. Slowly, as her head kept moving towards him, Ex-Ranger Jackson pictured how Mark would have closed his eyes and received the tender kiss that was coming to him. However, suddenly,“I don’t think I can do this right now.”“We should see a doctor as soon as we are done with the eat-out,” ex-Ranger Jackson heard as Mark
Entering the eatery, ex-Ranger Jackson observed that the interior boasted lavish decor, with intricately designed chandeliers casting a warm glow over the marble floors below. Plush velvet curtains adorned the windows, framing views of the bustling city outside. Similarly, mahogany tables were meticulously set with fine china and sparkling silverware, while elegant artwork adorned the walls. He noticed the waitstaff moving gracefully between tables, clad in crisp uniforms.At the far end of the interior, ex-Ranger Jackson spotted Mark seated with Jessica, along with Emily, Alexander, and Olivia. Mark sat in the middle of Emily and Jessica, with Olivia and Alexander on the other side of Emily. Jessica held hands with Mark, and they smiled buoyantly, as did Olivia and Alexander, leaving only Emily to place both of her hands on the table.“Nice arrangement,” ex-Ranger Jackson muttered to himself as he walked to the far end of the interior, distancing himself from Mark and the others.Aft
Even though she asked the same question for the third time, Mark did not answer directly. The only thing he was bold enough to do was look down at his feet and shake his head negatively.However, it didn't matter if he lost his voice due to his cowardice to admit he did or if he was bold enough to tell Jessica to her face. Ex-Ranger Jessica saw how she rose up in anger, her eyes still watery.She looked at Mark at that moment and said, “I hate you. I hate all of you!” she yelled, then walked away from the table and out of the eatery in wild anger, like a kid who grudgingly walked into her room since she was grounded. Her plate of food remained untouched.“What?” Emily shouted, like a bully who would not admit her mistake.“Did I say anything wrong? I only spoke the truth!”“Mark, I only have one question to ask you,” Olivia said, ignoring Emily's nonchalant behavior. Alexander only sunk his fork into his piece of steak and cut a small piece of meat into his mouth, followed by a glass
“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