The Spectacular Sabastian Westchester

9

Sabastian hung up the phone after talking to his father. The old man wanted to have a party to introduce him to everyone, as a way for him to be initiated into the family's business.

Though Sabastian would rather be a private man and hide the fact that he is rich to not attract unwanted people in his life.

For now, the only people he can trust were his family and maybe Aaliyah, seeing that she wasn't as superficial as he thought.

As Sabastian left his dorm, he went somewhere to get a few suits so he could not only attend the event but also have another for some other occasion.

When he went to the downtown area, Sabastian entered into a store that seemed as if they had well tailored clothes.

"Hello -" The man stopped to look at him.

"What do you want?"

Sabastian raised a brow. "I can't in here to buy a suit or two."

The man shook his head. "Sorry, but you must have lost your way."

"Why do you think that?" Sabastian asked.

"Just look at you, a scruffy little bugger."

Sabastian frowned. "Are you serious?"

"Yes, poor people are bad for business."

Sabastian shook his head. "I can buy this entire store if I want to.''

The man laughed. "You must be a fool, I have been the owner of this place since I was 25 years old. There's is no way someone like you can buy me out. But trust me, I can ruin your life."

"How much does this place cost?"

"More than you can count, but since you must know 15 million dollars."

Sabastian said nothing to the man after that. All he did was take out his phone and dialed Roy's number.

"Yes, I would like for you to come to Joseph's tailoring, please. I would like to purchase this place. Yes, 15 million dollars."

Joseph laughed. "Who the hell do you think you are?"

Sabastian said nothing. He just checked his watch and waited for Roy to come along.

Soon, two black SUVs pulled up outside the store front.

Roy was the first to step out, then four other men from the cars.

Joseph's laughs died down when the men entered the store with brief cases.

"What is this?" He asked.

"We came to buy your company," Roy told him.

"You can't do such a thing, and if you think a mere 15 million dollars can get me to sell out, then you must be sick in the head."

Roy laughed. "15 million dollars? You foolish man, this shit hole isn’t even worth 1. You are bankrupt and owe a hefty amount in taxes."

Sabastian looked over at the man, wondering how he could make such a talk but had nothing to back it up.

But to him, that seemed to be all the people in Wisteria Hill did.

"You can't, but this place, it is the only thing I have to my name. I'll starve if -"

"Well, maybe in the next lifetime, you think before casting judgment on someone you don't know. And now, just take the offer of 1 million dollars. It's not like you even have anything in your bank account, and for months, no one has been coming here."

Joseph eyes went all over the place.

"You haven't had any customers in months?" Sabastian asked.

"No."

"Must be because you are a foolish man and turning people away just because you think they can't afford to shop here." Sabastian said.

"But they can’t. Everything here is made from fine lining. Just look at the price."

Roy moved to a rack and touched one of the pants, and then he looked at the price tag.

"5 thousand dollars for this crap? It's polyester, and you are here passing it off as cutton, with dyes."

Joseph had a terrified look.

"What! This man. You even have cheap material posing as Buryberry and Louis Vuitton. This man, and you had the nerve to tell Mr. Westchester that he is too poor to shop here."

Sabastian looked at the store owner. In that same moment, he began to beg him.

"Please, I'm sorry. I didn't realize that you were someone of high standards."

Sabastian scoffed at the man. "Get away, and I hope Roy or none of these men have mercy on you. You are nothing but a scammer, and that's why this business failed."

Sabastian walked out of the store. The moment he did, he almost bumped into Ashley.

"Excuse me," they both said in unison.

Hearing her voice, Sabastian gazed at her, and she looked away from him.

"Ashley?" He asked.

"Sabastian, have places to be and no time to waste on you."

Sabastian shook his head because it's not like he had nothing to say to her. He thought that after their break up, he would have been sad, but due to the fact of her cheating on him. He felt nothing.

"Why are you even following me?"

Sabastian frowned at her. "Im not."

Then he noticed her black eye and busted lip.

"Well, you are making me uncomfortable."

Sabastian nodded and then made his way to his car, seeing this Ashley's mouth fell open.

"Is this your car?" Ashley asked, her eyes sparkling.

"No, it belongs to my boss." Sabastian lied.

"Oh, of course. Someone like you can't even afford to take the bus, I had to bring you to work or give you that bus card so you could get around."

"What if it was my car?" Sabastian asked.

"That would have meant you are doing better for yourself, and I could have reconsidered."

Sabastian laughed. "Have a nice life, Ashley, and take care of the black eye."

Ashley's cheeks went red, and she tried to use her hair to hide the mark.

"You can't -"

But Sabastian drove off so as not to hear what she had to say.

When Sabastian got back to the campus, Molly, who was standing on the sideway talking to someone, looked at the car with admiration, but after seeing him coming out, she made a face.

"You, how are you driving this car?"

"Hmm... with my foot and hands."

Molly frowned. "Don't be witty, poor man. "

The female Molly was with shook her head. "I don't think he is poor at all."

Molly scoffed. "Don't let it fool you Samantha, his man used to work in a run-down diner. There is no way he could afford a car like this."

"Molly, honestly. What have I ever done to you? This hate you have for me can't be because I'm poor."

"First of all, don't ever say my name. Secondly, it is because you are a scum. People like you don't deserve to be in my presence."

Sabastian began to walk away, and so did Samantha.

"Samantha, where are you going? We are supposed to study together."

"Well, you said you don't like poor people and well... I am."

"What? You are?"

"Yes, I got into Wisteria Hill University on a full scholarship, and I'm on wellfare."

Molly rolled her eyes. "Well, im glad you told me, wellfie. I can't believe this."

"Say what you want, because im the top of my class and will be in a better position soon."

Molly laughed. "No, you won't, and when my brother becomes mayor. I'll make sure he chases you poor people out of this place."

Sabastian shook his head, thinking about how shallow and dumb Molly was. And how stupid it was for those who deemed themselves rich treated people.

There was a huge difference between being rich and wealthy, and Sabastian didn't think they knew that.

Molly was rich, not wealthy. Her family didn't own any company to add to what they already have.

It was simply inherited money that was keeping them a float, and if not for the position her father, Steven Forie once held in the Mayor's office, Molly wouldn't be relevant.

So once that money was dried up, Molly would fall off her high horse.

And with the spending habits of the family, it won't be long.

Aaliyah's mother was lucky to get such a big settlement after her divorce. If not for her husband, who was caught cheating, then she would be broke. Luckily, the judge ruled in her favor.

The big difference was that Aaliyah and her mother were more humble and didn't spend their money on lavish things.

Brad, his father, was about to lose the company. The man had a gambling problem, he placed a bet and lost the company.

Now he was doing all he could to not really lose it, and all his attempts might be futile.

As for Sabastian, both his mother and father ran their own company.

Mrs. Westchester was significantly younger than Mr. Westchester and didn't consider giving up her family's companies to any of her children just yet.

Mrs. Westchester owned a food tasting lab, a metal company that sells parts to Nasa for their rockets , etc.

Along with that, she owned several resorts and spas.

Though when combined, both companies had 7 billion dollars. Mr. and Mrs. Westchester taught their children not to look down on others, and that's where other parents had failed.

A knock sounded on Sabastian's door. He didn't have any friends, so he didn't know who could be knocking.

He opened the door and was surprised to see Aaliyah.

"Hey," she smiled up at him.

"Hi," Sabastian gave her a confused look.

"I came to return this," she held out the Solitaire jewelry. It's just too much, and I don't want you to put yourself into... I'm not worth jeopardizing your education.""

Sabastian pushed the box to her. "It's fine, Aaliyah. Trust me."

"But -"

Sabastian cut her off by patting her head. "I wasn’t trying to impress you when I bought that gift. I did it because you are the only person nice to me in this entire university. You stood up to your friends for me all the time, so it's the least I could do."

"Fine, but at least let me do something for you."

Sabastian folded his arms. "Like what?"

"Hmm... well... there is this party tomorrow evening, and I would like for you to come with me," she said shyly.

"Oh, sorry. I have other plans."

"Ok, it just thought it would be... I mean, the party will be at Westchester's residence. Mom is going to ask him if I could intern at his company this summer. I asked her to also put in a word for you, so you being there could be a plus."

Sabastian smiled. "That's not necessary, Aaliyah."

"But, it could be a great opportunity for you."

Sabastian let out a laugh. "Sorry, I'm not laughing at you. I just never expected this, maybe Molly coming to accuse me of some new bullshit. But it's fine, there is no need to go through all that and please, keep the jewelry."

"Ok, well. I'll see you around." Aaliyah walked away and then stopped, but after seeing that Sabastian's door was closed, she continued walking.