“Where have you been?” Paul Leonard asked with suspicious eyes as Sarah returned home very late at night.
“Why are you asking me where I have been? Of course, I had a lot of work to do at the office. Naturally, I won't get back early. Some of us actually know what we're doing with our lives,” Sarah Winston retorted, flaring her hair.
She looked very exhausted. It was her birthday and their 4th wedding anniversary but Sarah seemed uninterested in spending time with her husband.
Paul waited hours at the family restaurant because they planned a dinner date but she didn't show up despite his several phone calls which were left unanswered.
“What is that supposed to mean? Did you forget our dinner date? It's your birthday and our wedding anniversary. I don't want to have another argument with you today but lately, there has been something fishy about your behavior.”
Sarah seemed to have had enough of Paul’s ranting. She wondered why Paul did not seem to get the hints that she had been throwing at him. How could he be so dumb? Or was he just throwing a blind eye at the fact that she doesn't like him one bit?
Sarah wouldn't even allow her husband to zip her up whenever she wanted to dress up in the morning, not to talk of allowing him access to her body. She would rather go all the way to her mother’s apartment to complete her dressing and get help with the finishing touches.
The whole family was shocked when Lord Winston arranged for Sarah to marry Paul - a lowly pauper who only survived on the little menial jobs he was good at. No one could understand why Lord Winston was very insistent on Paul and why he took a liking to him.
He would always take Paul out with him to Winston Corporation and even ask for his opinions on business strategies. Lord Winston always took Paul’s opinion seriously and acted on it even when his family thought otherwise. Paul’s in-laws hated him deeply but they dared not do anything to hurt him when Lord Winston was alive.
Lord Winston died 18 months ago of a heart attack and since then Paul had been forcibly relegated to the role of a chef, bartender, mechanic, and househelp - anything that involved him not having to earn much.
Lord Winston’s wife, Lady Winston, took charge of the Winston Construction Corporation after his death and since then, it had been months of humiliation for Paul Leonard. Even Sarah cursed her father's grave for marrying her off to the poor riff-raff.
“If something is fishy about my behavior, what are we supposed to say about your poverty?” Sarah’s face flushed with anger and she gritted her teeth.
“You forced me to go on a dinner date because it is my birthday but let me ask you, what gift did you get for me? What is there to celebrate about our anniversary? You can't even afford the tissue I use to clean up after using the toilet.”
Paul’s eyes popped wide open as Sarah inflicted those words into his ears. His veins were visible on his forehead and he slammed the wall angrily. “Bullshit! How dare you insult me like that. You are only being defensive because you went out with Jude again, didn't you?”
Jude Bournemouth was the first son of the Bournemouth family. He was quite rich and his family had rekindled their friendship with the Winston family since Lord Winston’s death. Lady Winston had adopted many approaches to make sure that her last-born daughter, Sarah, got married to Jude. She needed the alliance with the Bournemouth family to keep going.
“Look over the curtains,” Sarah signaled to Paul with frustration in her voice, snapping her hands. “That is an Audi e-tron car parked at the garage. Guess who bought it for me.”
She paused as if waiting for a response, an evil smirk on her face before she continued. “Your guess is as good as mine”.
Paul’s felt like his heart was shattering into a thousand pieces. He knew that he was losing his wife - the only thing left in the world that was valuable to him. He had always dreamt about how one day he would travel the world with Sarah by his side but she never seemed to believe in him.
“Why will you allow Jude to come in between us? You are aware that I have tried to request loans just to invest in a business. Jude may have money but can you truly trust him? The Bournemouth family are known for shady deals and you know it quite well,” Paul appealed, his head banging low.
“What do you know about trust? Anyways, what if I told you that I have little Jude inside my belly?” Sarah threw her face towards Paul’s gaze as she let the laughter roll out. “Little Jude, hope you are staying comfy in there?” She mimicked a cartoon’s tone, rubbing her tummy slowly while talking to it mockingly.
Paul had heard enough. His world was falling apart and there was his wife mocking him for his situation. His breath felt heavy and his feet went cold. If he had somewhere else to go, he wouldn't think twice before divorcing Sarah but what option did he have? He couldn't even get a dignifying job because he was a high-school dropout.
“You are hurting me just to get in the good books of the Bournemouth family but you know very well that Lord Winston warned us against partnering with them in any way”.
The words came out of Paul’s mouth with conviction and authority but truthfully, he was only trying to suppress his pain. He didn't know how to get back at Jude except he would get himself into more trouble that would be more than his capacity. Jude was the CEO of Bournemouth Enterprises and cutting a strand of hair from such men required climbing multiple ladders without falling.
Paul stormed out of the room slamming the door in frustration. His footsteps were heavy with each one accompanying a resolute force that seemed to pierce the ground.
His eyes were dark and cloudy as he went on the path ahead before he noticed a shadow in front of him. He looked up and it was two persons in front of him - Jude Bournemouth and Lady Winston.
“Speak of the devil,” Lady Winston gloated. “The poor rat who wouldn't stop biting my daughter’s foot nails is here”
Paul heaved a sigh. He didn't want any more trouble from the Winstons but the dark glares that Lady Winston and Jude Bournemouth threw at him forced him to pause his movement.“What are you still doing here? Have you not signed it?” Jude questioned, his eyebrows furrowed.“Signed what?” Paul asked.“The divorce agreement, you dummy,” Jude retorted. “Are you not tired of having a mistress who pushes you around? Pfff! Behave like a man for once and find something useful to do with your life because you don't have a place here”.“Mr. Bournemouth, Sarah is still my wife despite our misunderstandings. We will work things out as long as you don't come in between us,” Paul protested.Jude forced out a low chuckle which suddenly turned into full-blown mocking laughter. “You sissy of a man. Are you also going to take care of my child for me inside her belly? Sarah must have endured a lot staying with a pauper like you.”Paul was rooted to the spot. Something inside of him hoped that Sarah was
Paul arrived at the New York City Police Precinct. The Police officers all had mean faces. He was directed to sit in the reception area but he had been waiting for almost 3 hours without anyone attending to him despite his polite requests to officers who were passing by to know why he was summoned.He knew that they were very aware that he was waiting because they were whispering words to each other and stealing glances at him. They must be gossiping about me, he thought.But why would they be having a chatter about him? He checked the wall clock and it was already 10 pm but since he didn't have anywhere he would have slept the night anyway, he kept mute for a few more minutes until he finally voiced out. “Am I being kept here purposely? Why is no one answering me? Can I leave now or is there still an arrest? His voice was tinged with worry as he cleaned the sweat off his face with his elbow. He had had one hell of a day.A few minutes later, an officer approached him. He had a ster
“Bullshit! Look into my eyes. I have been doing this job for almost 25 years. I can tell when a suspect is just making a show or pretending to have no idea about something,” Officer Astrid snapped her fingers toward Paul.“I am not making a show Ma’am,” Paul pleaded.“Officer!” Astrid raised her voice irritably. “You refer to me as an officer.”“Alright Officer Astrid,” Paul swallowed a bit, trying to catch his breath. “I know these memos and financial statements. They were the basis of my work with Lord Winston before he died but these…..”Officer Hall interrupted him abruptly. “Good! You are finally realising that you are guilty so why are we still here?”Paul wondered why the officers were already pronouncing him guilty. Was their job not to find the truth? He knew that Ponzi scheme interrogations are usually extensive and it was completely strange not even to ask any questions from any member of the Winston family.He wasn't even a member of their family anymore so why would he su
In the blink of an eye, the masked men escorted Paul to a black Volkswagen Amarok truck.He was taken to the back seat with two masked men sitting on either side of him as a young lady drove the truck. The truck didn't have even a single scratch despite colliding with the prisoner transport van, which suffered a lot of damage. The interior of the truck was modern-looking and the leather upholstery alone was able to tell the quality of the truck.“Young master, we are very happy to have found you after all these years,” the young lady driving the truck said. She seemed very calm as opposed to Paul whose eyes darted around the interior of the truck, his breathing very rapid.“You can remove your masks now,” she instructed the masked men. “Take care of his wound too.”The men immediately took off their masks and Paul could see their true faces - they were like normal calm human beings as opposed to the monsters that they looked like with the mask.Paul felt a little relieved seeing thei
Grandpa Leonard’s body was thin and frail from worry.It was very difficult finding Paul - the Winston family's decision to spread the news of his arrest and incarceration was the only way Grandpa Leonard could trace his whereabouts and rescue him in the prisoner transport van. The Winstons thought they could suppress the pressure on them and make their investors think that the bad egg had been thrown out but they ended up giving way too much information, helping Grandpa Leonard with the missing puzzle to find his grandson, Paul.Grandpa Leonard’s back was hunched and his neck bones were very visible as if piercing his poor skin which was like paper. There was a twinkle in his watery eyes and one could tell that he would be beyond his 80s.Paul stood still as if he was frozen, his eyes devoid of feelings as Grandpa Leonard embraced him. “Oh! My boy. You have grown a lot since we met many years ago,” Grandpa Leonard quivered as he spoke. Paul didn't give any response. Instead, his t
Paul was completely absorbed with Grandpa Leonard’s explanation but he couldn't help wondering how fast his life had changed. Just a couple of days ago, he was chased away by his ex-in-laws for being poor and now he had the biggest responsibility that only the wealthiest of persons could carry.“It's a tough job finding these informants but I have an idea, Grandpa,” Paul said, causing Grandpa Leonard’s eyes to light up as he got off the couch, his eyes full of hope.His weak muscles were even more tense in anticipation.Paul took a deep breath and continued. “Since these informants want to tarnish the image of our companies by producing counterfeit products, we have to assume that they already know our secrets or at least most of them.”Grandpa Leonard nodded quickly in affirmation. “Uhm, yes, you are very right”“We will conduct an internal investigation in all of our companies,” Paul explained.Even though Paul had spent all of his life being poor, he had always been very intelligen
Back at the Winston family, they were all shocked to hear that Paul Leonard was rescued from the prisoner transport van. They inquired angrily about who rescued him and how it happened but the police were even more shocked at how swiftly they were robbed of their man. The authorities were unable to give definitive answers leaving the Winstons on the lookout for him. They were determined that he was going to answer for the stunt he pulled.But they had bigger problems.The Bournemouth family, who are allied to the Winstons, had a fallout. The Winstons had an agreement with the Bournmouths for the completion of a building project worth 700 million dollars but the Winstons stopped halfway because they lacked the resources to complete the project, leading to threats of being sued.The Winstons had just escaped a Ponzi Scheme allegation by the skin of their teeth and a court matter would put a suspicious eye on them so they applied for a partnership deal with another company, Rochester C
Paul Leonard?Jude Bournemouth couldn't believe his eyes. His limbs were stiff and he was unable to control his muscles. How is it that Paul Leonard dared to play a prank on them that way? Was he not supposed to be in jail supping with his fellow inmates and showing them how much of a lowly man he was? Sarah Winston leaned toward her husband in shock as if Paul had just resurrected from a tomb. She looked like she had been struck by lightning, her hands pressed against her mouth.“What nonsense is going on here?” Jude voiced out, turning towards Miriam, his face expectant of an explanation as he stood from kneeling. He couldn't imagine going on his knees before a destitute like Paul. “He is supposed to be behind bars, Miss. Zendaya. Are you aware that you are harboring an inmate?”“What an irony! Mr. Paul Leonard here is the CEO of the Imperial Society Syndicate and right now, you are nothing but a donkey trapped in the wilderness,” Miriam responded.Paul's mouth curved into a big