The Rise of the Jackson's Heir

It has been thirty minutes since Milton arrived. He pressed the doorbell again and still no one answered. Milton was a part-timer cleaner. A few days back, he got a booking to come here. “Ding!” Milton pushed the bell again.Frustrated, Milton gave up. Just when he was about to leave, someone asked harshly from inside, “who is the imbecile who has disturbed me for more than an hour.”Before Milton could tell the person it hadn’t been an hour, a fat middle-aged woman opened the gate. She snarled at Milton angrily, “what do you want?”Afraid, Milton took one step back, “ma’am, I apologize for the disturbance. I am here for cleaning service.”“Don’t call me ma’am.” The fat woman snarled. She eyed him from up to down, “call me, Sadie. Who are you?” Milton replied. “I am Milton. Milton Jackson, ma’am.”The old woman narrowed her eyes at him, “what are you waiting for? You lazy thwart? Come in.”Milton thanked her. In the house, everything was scattered everywhere, it looked like a junkyar

“Honey, the video is gone.” Natalie purred into Dickson’s ear.Dickson wrapped his hand around her, not paying attention. Infuriated, Natalie pulled away, “Dickson, I wanted Milton to suffer longer.”The mentioning of Milton’s name brought him back, he asked Natalie what she was talking about and she explained the video of Milton handing money to the fat old woman had disappeared from the internet.Unbeknownst to Milton, the moment he stepped his feet outside the college compound the video was deleted. “Where did it go?” Dickson screamed in fury, throwing his phone to the corner.Natalie moved to console him, “my love, it will be okay.”Dickson started laughing maniacally, when he calmed down, he said through gritted teeth, “I paid that old meanie to accuse him of stealing, to catch Milton red-handed as he handed her the money. I paid someone else to put the video on the internet.”Natalie was taken aback, she took a step back while shaking her head.Dickson started yelling loudly, “I

If Milton had met the doorman in the morning, he would have curled away with fear. But he was fed up with everyone treating him like a scumbag. He asked him again why someone ‘poor’ like him wasn’t supposed to enter.“Because you don’t have money.” The doorman replied arrogantly.“And what shows that?” Milton wanted to ask that but instead said, “sir, respectfully. You shouldn’t judge me just because of…”The doorman interjected, “do you have a reservation table?”Milton raised his eyebrows, wondering what he meant by reservation. Nobody told him about reservations. Moreso, he has never made one in his entire life.The doorman mocked, “see. Stop pretending you are a rich young man. You didn’t know about the reservations. I bet on my life you can’t afford any meal here. This is my last warning, leave.”Milton moved aside when a pair of couples walked by and entered the restaurant.The doorman didn’t bother to ask them if they had a reservation. If it were not for how different they dre

"Mr. Milton? Are you insane? Milton, did you transmit your stupidity to our beloved manager." Dickson said, his face filled with malice towards Milton.Natalie chuckled awkwardly, "come on, Milton. You are no one, let alone mister. Mr. Dalton, your humor has always been fine, let not this manipulator, a cheat, and a liar get to you. Milton, off you go, shoo. Shoo." She waved in the air like Milton was some kind of a bird with an infectious airborne disease. The fight he had in him earlier disappeared, and the love of his life was bringing him down. Once again, he felt his world crashing. He stared at the manager, thinking, "how hard is it for a man to get a meal without drama?"Milton tapped the manager, "can we go." It wasn't a question, and Mr. Dalton would have agreed if Natalie hadn’t laughed maniacally and mimicked Milton, "hey, can we go." It infuriated the manager, "don’t yell at my VIP. You better shut it or else I will…" Dickson and Natalie interrupted him and started da

They were made for each other because the moment Dickson told Natalie that Milton was a gigolo, she was on board. Anyone would have thought she would have defended her past lover and at least told him that perhaps there was something they didn’t know.Neither did she defend Milton nor point out his obsession by mentioning to Dickson that was repeating the same thing he had earlier on regarding paying someone to take Milton’s video. They continued taking pictures. Dickson zoomed in and out. He wanted to get clear ones. The ones which no one would claim, “I can’t see well. They are blurry.”All he wanted was to continue taking the pictures of the older lady with Milton, he didn’t care that it was not only a few minutes ago that they were thrown out. The fact that guard had told them, “We will arrest you for trespassing if we ever see you again.”They only thought of their benefits and what they will accomplish with the pictures. As they continued taking the pictures, Milton still was u