"Sir. I'm afraid we can't do that. Do you have a doctor's permit?" the seller asked me."Since when did I need a doctor's permit to buy poison?" I questioned him."Okay, sir. May I know what the reason for your purchase is?" he asked."I have a rat problem," I said. The seller scanned me from head to toe with his eyes and then he laughed. "Rat problem?" he asked me and laughed some more."You don't even look like you have a home, talk less of it being infested with rats. Tell me, young man, where did you get the money from? Did you steal it?" he asked.Enough was enough for me. I have had it with people looking down on and insulting me just because I was poor. I grabbed the man by his collar and flung him over the counter to the side I was standing. He landed painfully on the floor.Holding on to his shoulder, he groaned and crawled away from me on his butt. "Are you going to sell the poison to me or not?" I asked as I towered over him."I'm going to call the cops that's for sure," he
I watched as his eyes closed up slowly. My uncle was gone now. I flung it aside by the chin. That was the end of that hypocrite in my life.The door opened and I turned to see who it was. Jason walked in and was about to tell me something he suddenly saw my uncle's dead body on the floor and kept mute."This..." Jason said, in a calm voice.Jason walked over to where the body lay. He lifted my uncle's arm and dropped it then did it again and again."Devon! Your ki..." I placed my hand over Jason's mouth and removed it after he got the message I was trying to pass across."You killed your uncle?" he asked, in a whisper."The bastard got what was coming to him," I replied. "I have no regret about what I did," I added."Devon. You could go to prison because of this." Jason warned. I laughed at his words."What is so funny? We are in a dangerous situation right now." Jason panicked."What is funny is the way people react to murder. When a rich man kills a poor man it is somehow considered
The car parked in the middle of the scene and turned out to have carried along with the press as they all came storming out of the car. From the driver's side of the car, a leg stepped out and then the person in question came to view completely."Miss Tamira," Simon said, not expecting to see her at all. And I must admit, even I did not expect to see her here."Officers. This man is innocent." Tamira said, taking off her glasses."I am afraid that's for the law to decide Miss Tamira Wilson." the officer, who seemed in charge, replied Tamira."We are only abiding by the law Miss Tamira," he added."Oh really? Officer if I may ask, when did this so-called murder take place?" Tamira asked."We believe it to be last night," he answered."And how did you find out about it?" Tamira asked."Through a witness." the officer answered. The press made sure to capture every moment of this in pictures and video form."Good. Very good. So can we all see your proof that he is indeed responsible for w
Mrs. Wilson POV:I knocked over the glass table as I lifted it with force with both of my hands. It smashed into pieces and I felt some pieces hit and cut the skin of my legs but I didn't care. The pain was nothing compared to the anger I was feeling.How dare she?! That little bastard! How dare she?! I tried my best to work from the background, to ruin the life of the man who thinks he can stain my image with his presence! But what did my foolish brat of a daughter do?!That's right! She threw me right in the trash! She exposed my name to the press and live to the whole world!My daughter accused me and pointed fingers at me! I will make her pay for this regardless of her being my daughter. She will face my wrath and once I see her stupid face after she returns, I will tear it apart!Right in the middle of my rage, my phone rang.I checked to see who was calling but it was from an unknown number."Hello?" I said as I answered the call."Hello madam. Madam please I need your help." th
I raised my right hand and there was silence. That was how much people respected and feared me. "I will answer your questions but only one at a time," I told the journalists. "Let that one in," I said, pointing at one of the journalists, one that I knew very well. I knew that she would surely help me get out of this scandal one way or the other. My security guards let her pass along with her cameraman as well. "Thank you for this opportunity, Mrs. Wilson," she said. "You are welcome," I replied. "Okay Mrs. Wilson, my first question goes like this. Do you have anything to do with that poor man? I mean, the one who was accused of murder. Do you know him at all?" she asked. "No. I have no idea who he is." I answered. "Thank you, madam. Now I need to know this, if you didn't know that man then how come your driver and your daughter knew him?" she asked me and I burst into tears. "It's a long story," I said as I took out a hankie and wiped my crocodile tears. "I'm sorry Mrs. Wil
"Well. Xavier, it's been a while since I last heard from you and your brother. You two are not plotting against me right?" I asked Xavier."You know we would never do that mother. You always have been and always will be the leader of the mafia." Xavier replied."You and your brother are still next in line as co-bosses. Don't forget that. Speaking of your brother, how is Alex doing?" I asked."Alex is fine. He's busy out somewhere partying. You know there is not much difference between him and Tamira. If only Tamira was not as gullible as our father." Alex said and I laughed."What can I say? I married for the money. Not for love. So tell me, why did you call all of a sudden?" I asked Xavier."Oh right. I almost forgot about that. Mr. Cranston wants to speak with you in person." Xavier answered."Why? Can't you and your brother handle things over there?" I asked him."Of course, we can. You are aware of how capable we both are but then something happened," Xavier said."Well... Alex go
"None. I haven't heard from her for two days now. I figured something must be wrong somewhere." I answered Jason."Do you think we should check on her? Or maybe her parents won't let her out?" Jason asked me."Maybe," I repeated the word. "Anyways, for now, I just want to finish eating what my friend brought me," I said and Jason laughed."Sadly, they won't give u jobs just because we look like we can't handle it or we look like we'd steal their money and run away," Jason said."Or because we look like we will chase the customers away with our stench. Jason, not even a pig rearer would hire us." I said and laughed."But still, is it not people with needs that look for jobs? If we had jobs that pay well we wouldn't look like this. And if only the money they gathered and said it would be donated to the poor was given to the poor. People can tell all sorts of lies in politics." I said."You are not wrong about that. Devon, I am sure it is not all but most of these rich people want the po
Tamira POV: I heard some noises at the door to my room and then the lock started sounding. I was wondering if mom had decided to release me. Or maybe she came to drop food just like the last two days?Either way, I do not want to end up talking to her. Even her face irritates me now and I do not even know how we are related. There is so much difference between us. Or maybe I'm just completely like my father.I quickly turned off the screen of my phone and kept it aside on top of the drawer next to my bed. I slipped my feet underneath my duvet and turned to my side, away from the direction of the door.I closed my eyes and I heard the door open. I was hearing the footsteps of more than one person walking into my room and I got confused. "Sit up Tamira." I heard a familiar voice tell me but it wasn't mother and neither was it, dad.I didn't want to answer but I had to see who it was so just as I felt like it, I sat up. It was unexpected for me to see the two people I have just seen. I