"The food was fabulous," said Beth, tossing a bone onto the dirty dishes stacked on the table.She put her feet on the table, seeking a comfortable position to rest with her hands behind her neck."I love knowing that these useless ones will be in charge of washing all these dishes.""Don't say that in front of Dad," Agatha said."Yes, he would wash them with his own hands just to avoid those starving ones doing it," Campbell asserted."Well, whatever," Beth returned to her normal posture, "I'm going to bed; tomorrow will be a great day."Beth was referring to Agatha's birthday."I'll accompany you to your room, Mom," Carson offered very kindly."No!" Beth expressed immediately.Carson and his brothers looked at each other a bit puzzled by their mother's reaction.Beth also noticed her exaggerated response and quickly had to improvise to disguise it."It's not necessary... the invalid is your father; my legs work perfectly, and I can get to my room without any help.""Alright, Mom."C
The big day had arrived. Ágata Stanton was celebrating her birthday, and the entire mansion was in festive spirits.Beth had decided to go all out and hired a mariachi band to serenade her daughter on this special day."Follow me," she instructed the mariachis.Beth led them through the elegant halls to Ágata's room and stopped right at the door."I want to wake her up with good music so she can start her day harmoniously."The mariachis tuned their instruments, and everything was ready to play their best tunes."As soon as I open the door, you start playing," she directed.Beth opened the double doors with both hands, and Mexican music began to fill the room.Everything would have been perfect if it weren't for the fact that Ágata was fast asleep and naked on her bed, snoring with her mouth wide open, holding a sex toy in her hand that she had been using all night."Stop... Stop... Stop..." Beth shouted with her hands extended.Those men had continued playing their music regardless,
The golden mask of Curtis shone brightly in the darkness of his room. He was ready to face the challenge of serving as a waiter at Ágata Stanton's birthday party, knowing that he would likely face mockery and humiliation from the hosts and guests. What was worse, he would come face to face with his mafia past, represented by a Charles Ballmer who posed a complete threat if he were to be recognized."The things I do for you, Joseph," he said to himself while adjusting his bow tie.Curtis shrugged in front of the mirror, sighed deeply, and was ready to go. In the mansion's kitchen, he found a complete mess as Beth had made the lives of the hired workers miserable. Beth was giving instructions like a traffic cop, enjoying shouting and ordering the workers around."Come on, we don't have all day," she yelled with her shrill and irritating voice, "justify the fortune I'm paying you.""She's a bitch.""Stubborn old woman."These were some of the things the workers whispered in very low voic
Curtis was caught between a rock and a hard place. Balancing his goal of seeking forgiveness from Amber and the pressure exerted by Beth in front of all those millionaires, including Charles Ballmer and his daughter."Let it go, Mom," Agatha said, jealous that Curtis was stealing all the attention instead of her, the celebrity and the star of the night."No way," exclaimed Beth, "I'm sure this scoundrel has something up his sleeve.""He's probably stealing something," remarked one of the refined millionaires at the celebration."Norton has been in prison for theft before," Beth insisted."He's learned his lesson, let's get back to the party," urged Agatha."First, show me what you're hiding behind your back," Beth stood her ground and wouldn't let Curtis escape."Show us what it is, Norton... what did you steal this time?" Agatha asked irritably, "a silver tray? a bottle of champagne?""I haven't stolen anything," Curtis expressed angrily, defending himself against the accusations.Be
"Are you lost, dear Norton?" Charles Ballmer broke the silence in that dark and lonely corridor.Curtis turned immediately and felt a small heart attack upon realizing that his worst nightmare was standing in front of him."Or should I say... Curtis?"Charles let out a foolish mocking laugh. It was like the cat cornering the mouse and having the luxury to play with its food before devouring it, knowing it couldn't escape.A shiver ran down Curtis's spine, leaving him completely immobile in front of Charles. It was a dead-end, and there was no escape this time."To be honest with you, I never believed you were dead."Charles took small steps back and forth while reciting his monologue. It was a glorious moment, and he wanted to savor it to the fullest, extracting every last drop of fear from the expression on Curtis's face."They never found your body, and I also know you're like a cockroach... elusive and disgusting."The moment came when Charles pulled out his gun, letting it gleam i
"As you heard, dear friend," Charles settled into the Persian armchair for comfort and fixed Joseph with a direct gaze, "I want one of your sons to marry my little Kim."Joseph immediately knew he needed another drink, so he poured it with great patience."I want my last name to be linked to your empire and have a claim to your boundless fortune.""I heard you the first time you said it."Joseph sighed disappointedly and let out a lazy smile."Money... nothing is more important than money," Joseph reflected poetically as he looked at the cognac in his crystal glass."That son of a bitch entered my house and stole thousands of dollars from a safe," Charles shouted angrily, pointing at Curtis.Joseph looked at Curtis and could only laugh, thinking about how amusing it must have been."Many have died for less than that.""So, you're telling me this isn't about money?" Joseph raised his face and waited for Charles' response."This is about power.""Power?" Joseph raised his eyebrow and sh
The clock indicated a very late hour at night, and Amber finally finished washing the last dish used in Agatha's party.She was exhausted, her hands aching from all the effort she had put in that day, but the time to rest had finally come.She hung her wet apron on the proper hook and stretched her back until her bones cracked, her expression one of laziness.Turning off the light switch, all the kitchen lamps went out, leaving that section of the mansion in complete darkness.She walked the long path through the garden to reach the room assigned for her to sleep while working in the mansion.Fatigue weighed on her shoulders, and the beats of her feet reminded her of the time she had spent standing and walking, carrying that tray everywhere to satisfy those millionaire guests.Taking the keys out of the door to enter the room, she inserted the correct one into the lock to open it, but a small mistake caused the keys to fall to the floor, and some detached from the keyring."Damn it!"
The next morning, Joseph woke up in a very good mood. His ailments and pains seemed to have vanished as if by magic.All the mansion's employees were astonished to see him so lively and energetic, a true miracle compared to how they had seen him in years. He urgently summoned a meeting with his two sons in his private office, energetically traversing the mansion with the vitality of a fifteen-year-old, using a cane for support.While Curtis worked alongside Amber and some new employees to quickly prepare breakfast for the Stanton family members, Amber, who had been ignoring Curtis in the preceding days, didn't even glance at him that morning."Amber, please listen to me," Curtis pleaded in a low voice, discreetly, amidst the other employees.But Amber completely ignored him, as if no one else were there, as if Curtis were speaking to the wind.Everyone, including Curtis, was surprised to see Carson Stanton enter the mansion's kitchen. It was uncommon for a family member to enter the k