Dame was enjoying the best of his life, as he had expected. Annabelle being part of it was a blessing in disguise. It had been a week, and Dame had gotten used to Russia.Today, he was in deep thought about a particular task he needed to carry out, and that was asking Annabelle out on a casual date. He didn't know what Annabelle thought of him and only hoped that she reciprocated it back.He stepped out of the room that Annabelle had offered him and headed down to the living room, where he presumed that she would be seated and probably watching Netflix."Staying in your room all by yourself makes me wonder if you are actually who your name says you are." Dame smiled; one certain fact about Annabelle he could not get tired of seeing was the fact that she had a great sense of humor."Now that you made mention of it, can you go in and get dressed?" Annabelle turned her gaze to him and looked at him, confused."And why am I getting dressed?" This was the point Dame needed to act brave; he
"My life is nothing but a tragedy; a single disaster shattered all my hopes." A woman in her late forties, with wrinkles of sorrow on her face, lamented, "Ever since my daughter married that good-for-nothing scoundrel, we've been nothing but his slaves; he doesn't bring a dime to the table, only takes and takes." She cried. "Can you believe that he was a passenger on that doomed flight a few years back?" One of her companions whispered, suddenly recalling the catastrophe that happened years back. "Which flight? The one that crashed and burned, killing all its passengers?" A third woman asked, horrified at the memory. "Yes, that one. Jack was on board. And he lived to tell the tale." The first woman spat, bitterly. "No way! Really?" The second woman gasped, shocked. "Then he must be loaded if he could afford a plane ticket." The third woman agreed.. "I wish he was rich, but he's not; he must have sneaked into the plane as a caterer and got trapped." The first woman moaned, "He ca
"Sure, I'll go, but you'll regret this," Jack said with a steely resolve in his voice. He turned and stormed out of the room, leaving his wife shocked and speechless.As Jack packed his things and walked out of the house, he couldn't help but feel a whirlwind of emotions. Betrayal, grief, and rage churned within him, but deep down, he also felt a sense of liberation. He had finally seen his wife's true face and realized that he deserved better.As he made his way towards his bike, he took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing mind. He knew he couldn't wallow in the pain and betrayal forever. Instead, he decided to focus on rebuilding his life and finding happiness without the weight of his unfaithful wife and scornful in-laws.With a newfound courage, Jack rode his bike towards an unknown future. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but he was ready to face the obstacles that awaited him. He would find a new job, surround himself with supportive people, and work towards building a life tha
Jack stared down at the tall building, which he had finally come to terms to be his working place. He could not help but wonder if a day would come in his life, where he would be finally liberated from having to receive peanuts as his wage.As he walked into the building, he noticed some of his workers given him a bizarre stare; one that depict suspicion about an impending danger. Maybe it was just his imagination and overthinking and this madeJack ignore the stares.After placing his name on the book, which indicates that he was present for work, he heard someone visibly yell out his name. Slowly he looked around and came face to face with his boss."In my office now!" It was rare for his boss to yell at him and this made Jack anxious to know what he had done.Staring at the door of his boss, Jack could not stop his pulsating heart from beating. His brain sought to understand his actions for the past few days, but there was nothing he did that could warrant him being in trouble.In o
The moment Jack managed to pull himself back home, he was shocked to witness his properties outside his rented apartment. He knew this could only signal one single fact, he had been thrown out for failure to pay his rent.One of the men stepped out of the apartment, locking up the door, this propelled Jack to confront the man, who was dressed up in a corporate attire. "Excuse me sir?" The stare Jack got from the man screamed so much disgust and this made Jack feel less of himself. Words were not appropriate any further to explain himself as he knew that he would be chewed upon by the man."Listen to me here, I need you to get your things out of this vicinity. We rarely give out extension of time to people to pay up their rent, but you were given one and what did you do with it? You screwed it up by not paying up your rent." The man indicated and turn around to leave, but Jack was little swift to hold him back, believing he would be able to convince him.What he never expected, was to
Jack hissed as the doctor applied a little ointment to the bruised area. Apparently, Carlos had taken him to one of the best physicians. He had been told that the wounds weren't too serious and this news thrilled Jack alot."Once you get some rest in few days to come, you will be able to recover from these wounds." The doctor proclaimed, placing the wool he had on his hands back to the case. Jack and Carlos mouthed a word of appreciation to the physician, before he would leave.Once he was out, Jack could not hold himself any longer from asking the obvious question that came to his head. "When do I get to see my company?" It felt odd that he was referring to a huge organization as his own."The choice is yours sir. I already placed a call across to the board of directors, revealing that you have been found and they are in dire need to see your face once more." Judging from the countenance on his face, Jack could tell that he had always been a good boss to everyone across. As Jack lai
Jack took his seat at the long table, surrounded by the board of directors. He was the only one without a suit and tie, and he felt a little self-conscious. He cleared his throat and prepared to speak."My name is Jackson, and I'd like to share my story with you."There was a moment of silence, and then a few murmurs of interest. Jack could feel the anxiety rising in his chest, but he knew he had to keep going."When I was old enough, after my said accident I applied for a job at a large delivery company. I thought it was my chance to finally make something of myself. But I soon realized that the company was run by a man who was cruel and vindictive. When Mr. Allen found out about the mistake, he was furious. He called me into his office and started yelling at me, calling me all sorts of horrible names. I tried to explain myself, but he wouldn't listen. Then, out of nowhere, he hit me. He punched me in the face, and I fell to the ground. I was stunned and terrified. But I knew I had t
Jack walked into the doors of the large, imposing building, and he took a deep breath. He felt a knot in his stomach, but he knew he had to do this. He had to face his past head-on. He needed to take revenge for all the things the man had done to him.He made his way to the reception desk, where a friendly-looking woman sat behind the counter. She looked up at him and smiled."Can I help you?" she asked.Jack took a deep breath and tried to sound as confident as possible."I'm here to see Mr. Smith," he said, feeling his heart pounding in his chest.The receptionist's smile faded a bit, and she raised an eyebrow. "Do you have an appointment?" she asked.Jack swallowed hard. "No, I don't," he said. "But this is important. It's urgent."She looked at him skeptically, but she picked up the phone and dialed a number. After a few moments, she spoke into the receiver."Mr. Smith?""There's a man here who says he needs to speak with you," the receptionist said. "He doesn't have an appointmen