Deprivation

Rebecca scoffed, and then she burst into a few seconds of laughter, but that didn’t stop the relentlessness of the young man standing beside her.

“Did you hear that Honey? He says he will fight me with everything that he has, he doesn’t even have a good job.”

“Well, now that you mentioned, I guess he should kiss his job goodbye, let’s see how the pauper is going to feed.”

“To hell with you and your job Mr. Reynolds, you can shove it down your throat, I don't need it.”

Rebecca gasped at her husband’s words, Mr. Reynolds was not left out as well, his eyes widened, and his brows were raised above their edges as the wrinkles on his face started to appear more visible, exposing his real age behind those nice facials.

“Did you just say that to me? What temerity!”

“Yes, I did, you have lost every form of respect I had for you, you can't go around treating people like garbage, just because you are rich. I will say whatever I want to say to you, and there is nothing you are an