Stella looked at the blue folder in her hands, which were trembling with rage. $5,000. Gabe valued her devotion, her sweat, and her loyalty for five years, supporting him from nothing at a mere $5,000. Meanwhile, the house they lived in, the down payment, had come from Stella’s savings from sewing day and night before Gabe became successful.
“I’m not signing it, Gabe,” Stella refused. Her voice trembled as she held back tears. “We bought that house together. The down payment was my money. I have a right to that house.”
Gabe’s face turned red with anger. The veins in his neck bulged. He hadn’t expected the usually quiet and obedient Stella to dare contradict him in front of his colleague. You wretched woman. Gabe hissed, taking a step closer until his face was just inches from Stella’s, trying to physically intimidate her. You want to play rough? You think that little bit of money you had back then means anything? I paid for the rest. You’re just a parasite, a leech.
Gab’s harsh words hung in the air. His furious eyes were suddenly distracted by the figure of an old man sitting quietly on the bench next to where Stella stood. The figure of an old man in worn clothes with a wooden cane who had been listening silently all along, but who was now looking at Gabe with a strange cold gaze.
Gabe frowned, annoyed by the presence of a stranger spoiling the scene. He waved his hand at Mr. Kesler as if she shoeing away a beggar. Get out of here, old man. Don’t listen in on important people’s business. This is a private matter, not a free show, Gabe yelled rudely.
Mr. Kesler remained unfazed, simply shifting the position of his cane calmly music and then smiling faintly, a smile full of mystery. Please continue, son. I’m enjoying the show. It’s not often I get to see someone digging their own grave with their sharp tongue.
Gabe stared, his eyes wide with a fence. What did you say? You decrepit old man who doesn’t know his place. Hey, security. Where are you? How can a vagrant get into the courthouse waiting area? He’s just a nuisance. Gabe turned to Leo. Leo, call security. Tell them to drag this old man out of here. His smell is distracting me.
Gabe, Stella exclaimed spontaneously, unable to bear seeing Mr. Kesler humiliated like that. She took a step, shielding Mr. Kesler from her husband’s glare. Don’t be rude to your elders. Music. This man helped me on the bus earlier. He’s a good person with far more class than you.
Gabe burst out laughing at Stella’s defense. Ah, so this is your new friend, a vagrant from the city bus. Haha. Oh, Stella. Stella, you’ve really sunk low. music, divorced by a top lawyer, and now you’re seeking protection from a stinking beggar. Perfect. You two make a great pair, both equally pathetic.”
Leo also laughed mockingly, adjusting his tie with an arrogant gesture. Just let it go, boss. It’s not worth stooping to deal with a scenile old man. It’s a waste of time. Just force your wife to sign, and let’s get this over with.
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