As she made this statement, ex-Ranger Jackson minimized his phone screen once again and dashed into Twitter. Right there, he saw that Olivia’s mic was still popping like a bowl of kernels in a hot pan.“Never have I wished for anything more. But this afternoon, I wish that I had never met Emily. I wish that I had never become friends with her. It's obvious she is trying to nail me on the cross for a crime I did not commit, and all for what? Because Mark ended things with Jessica and she asked her to move on.”“Even if she asked her to move on and I immediately had concern about where the audacity to say such words had come from, is that enough reason to throw stones at me? Are you asking for my death?”“I can see all your comments, and I have seen that you reported her space. Thank you so much, guys. I really appreciate your efforts. However, just like you mentioned that she opened an Instagram account and went live, I want to believe we know what to do with this account as well. We s
“So, you can all see that Emily used the death of an innocent boy, a boy who died many years ago, to chase clout. How dare she do this to him, to me, and to every one of you?” At this moment, as Olivia continued to talk, ex-Ranger Jackson knew it was time to switch back to I*******m Live and hear out what Emily was saying. With this, he minimized his screen time away from Twitter and got into I*******m. Entering Emily’s live session on I*******m, ex-Ranger Jackson saw that the comments were not any better than the last time he checked. In fact, they had gotten worse. “You d**kshit, how dare you use an innocent boy to chase clout?” “Clout chaser, go away. We don’t want to hear any more of your lies.” “Someone said you are a f**king a**hole, Emily. I know that’s right if you ask me.” “Hey, you f**king buffalo, we heard your a** leaking from all the backshots you have taken.” “If you can conveniently lie on the dead, f**ker, then we should be able to spread a rumor that you are gay
Just as ex-ranger Jackson read this comment, his cheeks widened upon another episode of smirking as he shot his eyes through the faint opening in the door, and there was Emily, who was breathing harder and harder than she was before. She groaned out louder, like a wounded lion, and shot my desperate hunter. “Ahhh! Why wouldn’t anyone just believe me? I am f**king telling the truth.” Just then, ex-ranger Jackson took his eyes to his phone screen again and suddenly showed the notification that appeared in the middle of the screen: “The host account has been disabled for violating our community guidelines." We have determined that the account violated our terms of use. We remove accounts that violate our community guidelines.” Instantly, as ex-ranger Jackson read this, he heard Emily shout at her highest pitch. “f**kers!” Then she began to saunter around her room faster and faster. In the same manner, her hands were on her jaws, and her mouth did not cease murmuring her next cause of
As he took a picture of the scattered phone, he turned to the window, and through it, he saw Emily walking in the direction that led to Mark’s house. And with this, he knew there was a catch he could not afford to miss. Down the stairs and through the same back door, he got into the house, and perfectly and meticulously, making sure that he was not seen, he walked out of the garden and got on the road. If he followed Emily by leg was a lie. Quickly, he got into his car and drove slowly in the distance after Emily.Seeing that he guessed right, he saw how Emily approached Mark’s door when she reached his house. Her emotions were still clearly detectable on her body, and she looked like a person who would angrily do anything to prove a point at this moment. "Knock, knock, knock!” As she knocked, ex-ranger Jackson saw how the door opened as if she were being expected to come, and right there, he brought out his pen voice enhancer and pin pointed it at the house at the distance he was
In the secret room, Julius was seated; he was in his fitted suit, his neatly shaved hair, and his dark polished shoes, all of which showed his sophisticated appearance. Right next to him was Mr. Turner, with his sun shades and ear pieces nestled to his ear, standing alert. On one of the sofas was computer-savvy Ethan, with his laptop on his lap and his fingers dancing graciously on his keypads at a fast pace. Likewise, beside him was Professor Jonathan with a tablet device, and to everything in Jessica’s space, he listened. At the distance left of Professor Jonathan was actor Adrain, who was seated and drinking a cup of coffee with his legs crossed upon each other. He was in a gray suit with a white inner plus a dark tie, looking sharp and perfect. And by his side was the love expert Gabriel, who was in a vest shirt and pants, accompanied by his white hat, and a ciger held barely by his lips. "Here, sir, the details were all sent by ex-ranger Jackson.” said Mr. Turner, who bowed to
After Julius spoke in the space, they waited until the following week, which was a brand new one."Actor Adrian, you're on duty," pronounced Pro. Jonathan as rightly instructed by Julius. Throughout the previous day, they had planned how they were going to execute their motive, like architects drafting blueprints for a grand structure. Pro. Jonathan has developed a workable plan, and Julius has executed it for the board of directors as he wanted it to be done.In this way, as rightly instructed by Julius, he was satisfied with the strategy. "Let’s do it," he ordered. And on this day, there was no reason to wait any longer but to launch into action.Since it was an internal matter with the student, Julius already expressed it to the board and to the new VC about not calling a press conference to elucidate how they intended to deal with the erring student, who had been exposed on Twitter. Instead, it would be addressed in the multipurpose hall, where most students would be in attendanc
"Silence," a woman from the disciplinary committee ordered again, and rightly at this moment, each student in the hall fell into silence like leaves settling in a still forest after a gust of wind passed through."We have witnessed this horrible act committed by these students. It is evident that what they have been accused of is nothing but the obvious truth of their actions. This is our judgment.""We, the disciplinary committee, have taken our time to review this horrible act by the students of this university: Emily Turner, Jessica Morgan, and Mark Dick.""As according to the code of conduct, Section 55 of the Conduct of Violation states that,""Any student found engaged in physical violence or threatening behavior towards another student, faculty member, or staff member will face immediate disciplinary action, up to and including expulsion.""Students are prohibited from engaging in any form of shaming, bullying, or harassment based on a person’s appearance, body shape, ethnicity,
The fresh morning was welcomed at the grand mansion once again as Julius rose from his comfortable sleep. The previous day had been full of excitement as his thoughts went back to the scenario where Olivia’s friend, who had oppressed him during their amusement, had now been dealt with in his own amusement. However, the job was not over until it was indeed over.In his luxurious sleepwear, he walked down to the wine cellar and picked up a bottle of wine and a glass cup.Gently pouring the wine into the glass, he took a sip, although if that was the only thing he did, it would be a lie.In an instant, his thoughts shifted back to the plan he had for the day, and he let out a smirk.“Olivia! Here I come!” he said to himself, and as if Mr. Turner had heard him, he knocked gently on the door.“Yes, come in,” Julius answered softly.“Sir, we have ordered your brand new sneakers, a designer jeans trouser, and of course, a premium polo top.”“Mr. Reynold will bring them in a couple of seconds
“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