The Spectacular Sabastian Westchester

10

"Ok, since you and your brother don't have a suit as yet. I'll just come with you both," Mrs. Westchester suggested.

"I do have my suit. It's being made and will be here soon," Sam made known.

"Well, it's just Sabastian then."

Sabastian looked at his mother.

"That's not necessary."

Mrs. Westchester waved him off. "I want to make sure you get something that suits you. You have no fashion sense, just like your father."

Mr. Westchester put his fork down. "I'll let you know that I have emaculate fashion sense. Not because I refuse to let you dress me up like a Christmas tree."

After breakfast, Mrs. Westchester and Sabastian made their way downtown.

"Mom, I don't know if dad told you... but did you send a lady to that diner?"

"What are you talking about, dear?"

"There was a lady in a big hat who kept coming to the diner and tipping me. She gave me $1,000 dollars and more. So I thought maybe it was you since it wasn't dad."

"Oh, no."

Sabastian sat back in his chair, wondering who the lady was.

Soon, the driver pulled up outside a.

When they entered, a woman hurried over to Mrs. Westchester and Sabastian.

"Welcome, welcome. How may I help you?" She led Mrs. Westchester over to a seat, then asked the other store attendant for two bottles of water.

"You look beautiful as always, Mrs. Westchester."

Seeing that the woman was busy gushing over his mother, Sabastian decided to look around to see what might catch his eyes.

He touched the fabric of a black under shirt and then moved over to a rack with shoes.

"You, why are you here?" A voice asked.

Sabastian turned around to see the woman who had refused to give him a job no the Louis Vuitton store.

"I could ask you the same thing. Weren't you working for Louis Vuitton?"

"Mind your own business."

"Take your own advice," Sabastian told her.

The woman frowned. "Im going to let the manager know that one of you people is in the store. I know that you aren't working and you must be here to steal something."

Sabastian leaned his head to the side. "And what gave you that idea?"

"I know your kind, that's all you peope do. Steal, lie, and beg."

Sabastian nodded. "Go get your manager then."

"I will." She stomped off, and Sabastian followed behind her.

Not long after, the woman came out pointing at Sabastian.

"That's him, the man I told you was trying to steal the shoes. If I hadn't caught him in time, then he would have made off with it."

Mrs. Westchester gazed at the woman and frowned.

"Sorry, but how was trying to steal what?"

"That man. He is a poor man and a thief. When I was working at the Louis Vuitton store, he came in and was begging for a job and had to turn him away because of how he was."

Mrs. Westchester raised a brow.

"How was he?"

"Just poor and dressed in a shabby manner. He was also scaring away all my customers. You shouldn't have him so close to you. He could try to steal your purse.""

The manager spoke up. "Dp you have any proof of this young man stealing from us."

"Yes, I told you before. I saw him with the shoes, and if i didn't stop him, he would have walked away with it."

"I don't see him with any bags, and he is at the back of the store, so it would be impossible for him to walk out with those shoes," the manager said.

"Well, I know this poor trash, and he can't be trusted."

Mrs. Westchester stood up. "Well, this is my son, and i don't see why you are accusing him of such thing. Sabastian has never stolen a thing in his life. And you are being very disrespectful by calling him poor and trash. I mean, look at you, just a lowly store clerk, how dare you? But it's ok, my son and i will take our business somewhere else."

The woman covered her mouth.

"I-"

The manager's face went red from anger.

"Your last employer warned me about this, and you lied to my face. You told me that you got fired because you mixed you some orders, when truly you had been judging people and for what."

"Im so sorry, I thought he was a poor man."

The manager slapped the woman across the face.

"Are you dumb, I'm sure in your training when you came here, you have learned to treat everyone as an equal."

"I am sorry, Miss Diane. It won't happen again."

"No, it won't because you are fired!"

"What? No pleaas. My son, I need this job to pay for his tutuon."

"Well, you should have learned from your previous mistake. That's what got you fired, and you come to my store with that shit again. Get out!"

Instead, the woman falls down before Mrs. Westchester and Sabastian.

"Please, don't let this happen to me. I had no idea this was your son Andria."

Mrs. Westchester stomped her feet. "Who are you to address me like that? Only people close to me call me by my given name. And get away, you already shamed my son, now it's your turn to be shamed."

The manager called over a security to come and throw the woman out. He did so happily. Simply because the woman was not nice to him, she made fun of the position he had as a store security and would always tell him that he would never make it out in life.

"My son, he won't be able to finish his schooling."

Sabastian knew the lady's son well. He wasn't doing so good I school and was just like those who made fun of him.

He acted as if he was rich but had to hide and eat the sandwiches his mother made for him.

He didn't do so good in his school work either. He was a below average student, only getting Ds.

But Sabastian didn't feel sorry for either of them. He knew that certain behavior was learned from within the home, and clearly that woman taught her son how to act high and might even though he wasn't.

The security threw her to the ground and closed the door.

"I am truly sorry about that."

Mrs. Westchester shook her head. "You should take care to know who your employees are."

"Yes, that is really true, but I was trying to give her the benefit of the doubt."

"Anyway, did you see anything you like?" Mrs. Westchester asked.

Sabastian held up a finger and then hurried to pick out the few suits he liked, along with three pairs of shoes.

"I'll take these."

Mrs. Westchester nodded and was about to pay, but Sabastian stopped her.

"Mom, I got this."

Mrs. Westchester laughed. "Son, it's fine. Besides, I have a membership."

Sabastian knew not to debate with his mother, so he stood back and allowed her to pay for the clothes for him.

"Ok, now maybe we can go get you a haircut."

Sabastian stepped away from his mother.

"I'll pass on that."

Mrs. Westchester smiled. She was only teasing him because she knew Sabastian took pride in his hair.

"Right, let's go home then."

When they left the store, the ex-employee came running up to them.

"Please, can you get me my job back? Even if not, I'll work for you. Clean your toilets, or even be the carpet you walk on. Please, my son will lose his place in Wisteria Hill University."

Which was true. She was way behind in payments. Owning the university a year in tuition.

When she was a manager at the Louis store, she used to live a lavish lifestyle to impress those around her.

And now she was out of a job, and she won't be able to take care of her son.

"Scott, can you please get this woman away from us."

*****

Sabastian looked himself over in the mirror, wondering if he should let his hair down or keep it up in a man bun.

A knock cam at his door.

"Sabastian, are you ready? All our geusts are here already."

Sabastian nodded at his mother, then quickly put his hair in a bun.

"I'll be just a minute," Sabastian told his mother as he paused at the door.

"Wow, this place is like a palace," a girl said to Molly.

"I know, and soon I will be living here." Molly responded with a smile.

"What, your parents are planning to buy this place from the Westchesters?"

"Don't be stupid, Lori, I am going to get married to Mr. Westchester's son. I heard that we are about the same age, and he will be the one to take over the company."

"How are you even so sure -"

"Don't be jealous!"

Lori frowned. "Who said anything about jealousy? All I'm saying is that you are a snob, and he might not take a liking to you. You aren't pretty or too bright, either. Men usually go for women who can match their status. These people are too rich for you."

Molly's face turned red. "You bitch!"

A few around them gazed at them and whispered.

Lori placed a finger to her lips. "Shh, you can't let your true colors show."

Molly did a squeal. "You'll see." She then stomped off and bumped into Sabastian.

"What the hell? What are you doing here? You must have scaled the fence to get in." Molly then looked around.

"Where is security when you need them?"

Sabastian took a sip from his champaign. "Enjoy the party, Molly. He gave her shoulder a squeeze before walking away."

Brad stopped him. "Did I just see you touching my girl?"

Sabastian looked back at Molly. "You two deserve each other."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Brad frowned.

"The bitchy snob and the dick. It's a perfect fit."

"How can you, a poor person, even speak to me like this? I'm sure you are just a server here and trying to act important." Molly sneered at him.

Sabastian only smirked, then popped a grape in his mouth.

Aaliyah came over to Sabastian.

"Hi, I never expected to see you here tonight."

"That's why I told you not to worry yourself about inviting me, I hope you that opportunity to someone else who really needs it."

"Aaliyah l, don't talk to this trash. He is nothing but the server and will bring you down." Molly tried to pull her away.

"Molly, just stop. You are acting like you are better than Sabastian."

"That's because I am. But go on with him then, you must want him to be a live-in son-in-law to you and your mother. Scrubbing floors and cooking your meals."

"You are such a snob."

"How can you say that? We are friends, Aaliyah."

"Not anymore. Consider this friendship brouthf to an end. I dont want anyone to think we are the same thing."

"Fine, go ahead and be with this poor man. See how your life will turn out?"

Sabastian laughed.

"Laughed it up. This might be the only change you get to a meal. But Aaliyah, just you wait. I'll marry Mr. Westchester's son, and once i do, I'll have enough power to get rid of these little rats."

Sabastian shook his head.

"Aaliyah, I have to go."

"Yes, run back to the kitchen!"

Sabastian ignored her as he took Aaliyah's hand and gave the back a kiss.

When Sabastian walked away, three girls came to where Aaliyah was.

"He seemed to fancy you."

Aaliyah smiled. "I fancy him too."

"Really? A poor man, just watch and see. Your life will go down the drain."

"Attention, attention!" Mr. Westchester called.

"Thank you all for coming out today. As you all know, I am about to retire and will be passing the baton to my son."

"He is someone who has made me proud over the years, with his achievements and how he carries himself with pride and dignity."

Mr. Westchester paused for dramatic effect.

"Please welcome my son. Sabastian Westchester."

Sabastian made his through the crowd and stood beside his father.

"What the hell!"

He could hear Molly screeching over the round of applause.