As Miss Mathews meticulously prepared the contract, her thoughts drifted to the typical clients she dealt with. They would usually select a villa, pay an initial deposit, and then complete the full payment after a few days. However, in Caleb's case, she observed a stark difference. He displayed no interest in paying any deposit, and it appeared he intended to settle the entire amount in one go.This realization prompted Miss Mathews to issue assertive directives to her staff, ensuring the contract's accuracy and smooth processing. She aimed to eliminate any room for complaints from Caleb, recognizing the significance of this unique opportunity.Everything had to be done Professionally and perfectly.The shift in attitude toward Caleb was evident among the other salesgirls. They eagerly offered him tea and biscuits, attempting casual conversations in the hope of capturing his attention.Despite their attempts, each girl received a stern glare from Miss Roberts, a clear signal for them
Miss Mathews' behavior towards Caleb had taken a drastic turn. The respect she showered on him half an hour ago had transformed into suspicion. Her gaze shifted to Miss Roberts, who seemed to be watching Caleb with pity in her eyes. In that moment, Miss Mathews questioned if Caleb was perhaps an actor hired by Miss Roberts to play a prank on her.She couldn't shake the suspicion that it might all be an act. Maybe he didn't even know Miss Sophia. Everything seemed dubious, especially considering Miss Roberts was the one who had called her away from the office to meet this supposedly wealthy client, eager to buy a house on the spot, all because of some girl he may or may not have known.She was definitely being pranked by Miss Roberts.Had it not been for Miss Roberts' remarks, she wouldn't have entertained the idea that the man before her could afford a house worth 1.75 million dollars. Her narrowed eyes were aimed at Miss Roberts, ready to voice her skepticism."Why assume I wasn't
Miss Mathews couldn't conceal the smirk that appeared on her lips as she nodded."Alright then, I'll let you both go, for now," she agreed readily.She believed that if Miss Roberts had committed to resigning, Caleb's ability to purchase the villa the next morning must hold significance. If proven true, it presented an opportunity for Miss Mathews to earn a considerable commission solely from that villa.On the other hand, if this was merely an act and Caleb couldn't afford the villa, she could effortlessly remove her rival from the company without any effort on her part. The prospect left her feeling quite content.Regardless of whether Caleb showed up at the office the next morning or not, it wouldn't result in any losses for Miss Mathews personally. Both seemed to be a win-win situation, and she was inclined to allow them to proceed as they pleased."Let's go, Mr. King," Miss Roberts muttered under her breath.Caleb nodded slightly and began to move away from Miss Mathews."Caleb?
"Are you absolutely certain about this, Cassie?" she asked, her voice sharp with authority.Cassie's frustration was palpable as she reiterated the truth of her words. "Yes, Amy, it's all true. Why would I fabricate such a story? If you doubt me, go to Castle College yourself and inquire about Caleb. You'll find out everything you need to know."Miss Mathews's expression turned frosty as she absorbed Cassie's words, her gaze flickering between Caleb and Miss Roberts. Anger and betrayal simmered in her eyes as her hands clenched tightly at her sides.Miss Mathews's eyes bore into Miss Roberts with a combination of anger and disappointment. The sales department staff looked on, eager to witness the unfolding drama."You don't need to wait until tomorrow," Miss Mathews declared, her voice cutting through the tension in the air. "It's painfully clear that the man you brought in is nothing more than a pauper. He can't even afford a flower pot, let alone the villa he claimed he'd buy. Trash
"Understood, Mr. King. Unfortunately, I'm currently on a business trip. However, I'll contact the bank manager and have him deliver a blank cheque to you right away. You can fill in the amount as needed. Could you please provide me with the details?""Of course, Mr. Nat. I'll text you the details now," Caleb assured before disconnecting and promptly sending the necessary information to Mr. Nat.The reply arrived swiftly:"I'll dispatch a representative from the bank, with the blank cheque to your location immediately."Caleb smirked as he read the message, then casually returned his mobile to his pocket. While he could have retrieved his bank card by going home, he didn't want to waste any more time disproving Cassie and her sister's accusations. Calling Mr. Nat to arrange for the immediate cheque, was his way of swiftly countering their claims and demonstrating that he was not a fraud.Caleb considered that if he had left to retrieve his card, there was a high likelihood that one or
"I've got it... I've got it..." Mr. Anderson responded hastily, lifting his briefcase and opening it. He retrieved the cheque."Mr. King, here's the blank cheque. Mr. Nat has already conveyed that you'll be filling in the amount yourself. Mr. Nat is a valued customer of our bank, and this cheque is valid. You're free to write any amount without limits," Mr. Anderson explained with respect.Caleb accepted the cheque, his eyes fixed on Miss Mathews. With a subtle smile, he approached her, handing over the cheque."Why don't you do the honors? Write down the figures for 1.75 million dollars on this cheque. Once that's done, we can proceed to sign the contract. Time is money, and I'm eager to finalize the deal for the villa," he stated casually.Miss Mathews just stood still, glaring at him.A small chuckle escaped from Miss Roberts as she walked over to Caleb, standing by his side. She then turned her attention towards Miss Mathews with a pointed look."Miss Mathews, have you suddenly go
Cassie's eyes narrowed as she turned to her sister, her voice firm and resolute. "Amy, do you realize what they've done? It's illegal to impersonate a bank employee and present a fake cheque. We need to call the police right now and have both Caleb and Mr. Anderson arrested for fraud. Who knows how many people they've already deceived with this act?"Miss Mathews nodded in agreement, her anger fueling her determination. "You're right, Cassie. We can't let them get away with this. Let's call the police and put an end to their deceitful scheme once and for all."The salesgirls, fueled by Cassie's suggestion, nodded vigorously and began to chant in unison, "Call the police! Call the police!" Their voices echoed through the showroom, a united call for action against what they perceived as fraud and deception.As the chant to call the police grew louder, Miss Roberts's eyes widened in panic. She turned to Mr. Anderson, desperation evident in her voice."Mr. Anderson, you have to do somet
Mr. Jackson's eyes flared with a simmering anger as he shifted his gaze away from Mr. Anderson, his ire directed towards his staff."Mr. Jackson," a voice carrying a steely edge, called from behindMiss Roberts stepped forward, her voice quivering with a mixture of frustration and dismay."Mr. Jackson, I was the one who personally invited Mr. King to explore our new villa offerings. But since his arrival, he has been subjected to nothing but disrespect from my colleagues," she lamented, her tone heavy with disappointment."He was even threatened with arrest for fraud, and they were on the brink of calling the police, just becauseof the way he was dressed!" Miss Roberts added, her voice resonating with disappointment.Mr. Jackson listened attentively, his expression grave as he absorbed her words."You're absolutely correct," he affirmed, his voice carrying a solemn authority. "Regardless of who walks through these doors, they deserve to be treated with dignity and respect." His words
As Caleb began to walk out of the classroom, Professor Hanks reached out and grabbed his hand, stopping him in his tracks. Her eyes were filled with a mix of concern and disbelief."Caleb," she said softly but firmly, "I need you to tell me the truth. Did you steal that money?"Caleb looked down at her hand gripping his and then met her gaze. He could see the earnest plea in her eyes, the hope that he wasn't guilty. He took a deep breath, his expression calm and resolute."No, Professor Hanks," he replied quietly. "I didn't steal the money."Professor Hanks studied his face for a long moment, searching for any hint of deceit. Finally, she released his hand with a sigh, a flicker of hope still lingering in her eyes."Alright, Caleb," she said firmly, her grip still strong on his hand. "But don't stay silent like you did here. You need to defend yourself clearly when you see the headmaster. Speak the truth and avoid any unnecessary remarks. I'll do everything in my power to support you,
Jane’s eyes were fixed on Caleb, desperately waiting for him to say something, to shout, to scream his innocence. But he remained calm and collected, his gaze never wavering from Carl. Carl, noticing Caleb's unwavering calm, smirked and turned to Mr. Henderson. "Here's the proof, sir. Now it's up to you how you deal with this thief." Mr. Henderson glanced at Professor Hanks, who was staring at Caleb in shock, unable to reconcile the calm student with the accusations against him. Mr. Henderson nodded and said, "I can't believe after all this time we've actually caught the thief red-handed. Caleb, come with me to the staffroom. We will discuss further what we should do with you with the rest of the staff." Hearing Mr. Henderson's words, some students nodded in agreement, murmuring among themselves that Caleb should be punished. The accusation seemed to fit with the recent rumors and suspicions. However, those who were close to Caleb, especially Jake, Tommy, and Jane, were filled
The students stared at Caleb with disgust, their eyes shifting between him and the pouch on his desk. Whispers and pointed fingers only deepened the collective disdain. Many had always harbored suspicions about Caleb, simply because he was poor. Yet, in the last few months, something had changed. Caleb had started spending money freely, treating classmates to dinners in expensive restaurants, flaunting an attitude of newfound confidence. The sudden shift was startling. Now, with Jane's pouch found among his belongings, the students were convinced their suspicions were confirmed. To them, Caleb's recent spending spree must have been funded by stolen money from the college. The atmosphere was thick with judgment, the air filled with murmurs and pointed looks. No one seemed to remember the Caleb who once struggled quietly. Instead, they saw only the image of a thief, their minds made up by the damning evidence before them. "I can't believe it!" another student exclaimed, shock evident
"Well, Carl, after an hour, you'll regret what you're doing right now, and you will pay for what you have done." Carl narrowed his eyes at Caleb momentarily and chuckled, muttering under his breath, "Is that a threat?" Caleb didn’t bother to respond, his silence conveying more than words could. Carl shrugged off Caleb's words, confident that they were meaningless. What could a loser like Caleb do anyway? Carl's smirk grew as he unzipped the bag. He knew that as soon as the money was found, there would be no escape for Caleb. The whole class fell silent, the only sound being the slow, deliberate zip opening Caleb's bag. Kenneth leaned forward on his desk, casting a quick glance at Tracy, who had a small smirk playing on her lips. They knew that any moment now, their plan would come to fruition. On the other hand, Tommy and Jake watched nervously, their anxiety palpable. But the most anxious of all was Jane, the class monitor. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was
"I..." Caleb began, weighing his words carefully. Caleb paused for a moment, his mind racing as he processed the situation. He instinctively slid his hands into his pockets, a subtle gesture to calm his nerves. His gaze shifted towards Carl once more, observing the smug confidence etched on his face. It was becoming clear to Caleb that Carl wasn't acting on mere suspicion but had orchestrated this accusation deliberately. The reason for Carl's unwavering confidence in Caleb's guilt pointed to a calculated plan. As Caleb pondered Carl's motives, his eyes flickered briefly to his desk where his bag lay discarded underneath. He couldn't shake the sinking feeling that the money, the very evidence Carl was banking on finding, might have already been planted there. A surge of frustration and anger welled up within him, but he maintained his composure outwardly, preparing to address Professor Hanks and the rest of the class with clarity and conviction. He had been set up. As his
Professor Hanks's hand slammed down on the table with a resounding thud, instantly quelling the rising chatter that had filled the room. "Silence!" Her authoritative command cut through the noise like a knife, demanding the attention of every student present. Once the room had settled into a tense silence, she fixed her unwavering gaze on Caleb, her expression a blend of concern and determination. "Caleb," she began, her voice firm yet tinged with curiosity, "do you have anything to say?" Her eyes bore into his, silently urging him to speak up and address the accusations that had been thrown his way. Caleb paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts before standing up. "What Carl said just now-his analysis of what could have happened-is very reasonable," he began, his voice calm and measured. "However, there is one small thing he seems to have forgotten to mention." Professor Hanks furrowed her eyebrows, clearly intrigued. "And what might that be?" she prompted, her gaze s
Mr. Henderson straightened his tie with an air of authority, smoothing back a few nonexistent strands of hair as he smiled at Professor Hanks. "Just before you arrived, we may have made some progress regarding the thief," Mr. Henderson announced, his voice projecting across the room. He briefly glanced over at Caleb, who met his gaze with a mixture of curiosity and concern. Professor Hanks furrowed her eyebrows, her expression shifting to one of focused curiosity. Stepping closer to Mr. Henderson, she asked in a firm tone, "What progress have you made?" Mr. Henderson's smile widened slightly, relishing the attention from Professor Hanks. Leaning in slightly, he lowered his voice as if sharing a confidential matter. "Before you got here, Carl accused Caleb of being the thief." Professor Hanks's eyebrows shot up in surprise. She scanned the room until her gaze landed on Caleb, who met her look with a disbelief apprehension. Carl stood smugly with his arms folded across his ches
Mr. Henderson's expression shifted from annoyance to cautious interest. He fixed Carl with a penetrating stare. "You know who it is, Carl? Thrn enlighten us" he demanded, his voice low and serious, cutting through the chatter in the classroom. Carl took a deep breath, steeling himself before speaking again. "It's..." He hesitated for a moment, as if weighing his words carefully. The suspense in the room was palpable, each second feeling like an eternity as everyone waited for him to continue. As tension hung thick in the air of the classroom, Carl stood up abruptly, his face wearing a confident smirk. His words cut through the silence like a knife. "The thief is amongst us," Carl declared, his voice echoing off the walls, "and he is sitting in this room right now!" A collective gasp rippled through the classroom as students exchanged shocked glances. Whispers erupted like a sudden storm, as everyone began to scrutinize their classmates with newfound suspicion. Mr. Henderson, hi
The professor's glare bore into Jane with unmasked frustration. "Do you have any brains ! Thats what happebscwhen you dont listen!" he bellowed, his voice echoing off the classroom walls. "I explicitly warned all students on the notice board to be vigilant with their belongings, knowing there's a thief among us. Yet you, young lady, have managed to have the entire class's fees stolen. And you dare call yourself a class monitor!"His words stung like a whip cracking through the air, each syllable laced with disappointment and accusation. The classroom seemed to shrink under the weight of his condemnation, leaving Jane visibly shaken under the harsh spotlight of Professor Henderson's scrutiny.Jane stood frozen under the professor's harsh gaze, her hands trembling slightly as she tried to find her voice amidst the palpable tension in the room."I... I'm sorry, Mr. Henderson," she stammered, her words coming out in a rush. "I... I didn't mean to... I thought... I thought it would be s