Roxanne jingled the tiny bell on the dinner table, alerting Robert Jackson, her husband, of her impatience for him to bring the food.Robert appeared with a tray in hand, dressed in a maids gown, solely chosen for him by his wife Roxanne,“What took you so long?.” She scowled at him. Robert muttered an apology as he dished out food for Roxanne and her two haughty friends. Angela, one of Roxanne's friends with red hair, covered her mouth as she laughed to despise Robert's outfit.“Oh Roxanne, you always know how to stir me up really well, I can't believe you gave him a maid's clothes to put on.”They all laughed heartily as Robert finished serving, he stood to await more orders.This has been his lot since the day he married Roxanne Murillo, last daughter of the Murillo family amongst five children.Their marriage has gone for five years now, and Roxanne only looks at Robert with scorn, and as the years went by, her hatred for him only grew, he was an embarrassment to her and her fam

Robert was thrown against his delivery bike, he landed with a massive thud, grazing his elbows. Blood spots came up from his elbow, he wiped at it with a piece of his clothes. Most of the people that walked past pointed at him laughing, they were making fun of him.His phone rang, it was not a familiar number, but he picked.“Hello Robert, it's been a while.” The voice greeted.It was too familiar to not recognize, it was uncle Phillip, Robert's uncle, and the one that brought up his casting out of the family.“What do you want?.” Robert asked rudely, as far as he was concerned, they were no longer related.“Now that's not a way to speak to your uncle, I went through great lengths to get your number,”“What do you want uncle Phillip?” Robert repeated the question.“Our clan needs your help Robert,” uncle Phillip pleaded.There was a smug smile on Robert's face, they definitely heard about his oil wells. The one thing they mocked him for.“Why should I help you, you kicked me out witho

As Robert drove back to Salem city where Roxanne's house was located, he wondered who the guest might be.Finding it difficult to guess who, he concentrated on his driving till he reached home.A familiar car parked in front, there was no sight of Roxanne, just Sandra Murillo.Robert came down from his delivery bike, still looking at the car, as it was dark outside he could not tell whose it was.“After keeping us out in the cold,the only thing you can do is stare at a car you'd never be able to afford in your life.Quickly get in, and whip up something good for our special guest.” Sandra Murillo thundered.She'd forgotten that she told him to leave earlier in the day.Robert went straight to the kitchen, his expensive suit still on. He heard Roxanne's voice, the sound of her hearty laughter reached him. Even Sandra Murillo could be heard laughing, which she hardly does since Robert became her son in law.The reason could only be the fifty million Robert had sent to her. Her happiness

At nine-thirty, Robert came to Zenco enterprise. Early, but not too early. He was in a mood to enjoy this moment, to make it sink in.It was made of tall glass and steel in the morning sky extending into the clouds. Literature of mightiness and grandeur. He had worked here once, when he was somebody. When there was a meaning to the Jackson name.Now, he'd reclaim it. Reclaim everything that they took and stole out of him.Robert put his delivery bike in the visitor parking space. Soon, he'd have a proper car. A fleet of them if he wanted. Ferrari. Lamborghini. Whatever caught his eye.He passed over into the principal entrance, clicking the marble with his new shoes. The noise reverberated in the great lobby. There were crystal chandeliers suspended on the ceiling. The wall behind the reception desk had the Jackson family crest carved into it.The receptionist failed to recognize him. Why would she? He had been away five years and before that he did not go much down to the lobby."Can

The mouth of Loretta opened and closed. She gazed at Robert as though it was the first time she saw him. Her arrogant face trembled."I... that was just jokes. We were all having fun. You know how reunions are." It was less confident now, and lost in her voice."Fun?" Robert replied. “You think it is fun to humiliate a person? Interesting definition."The receptionist was standing by and looking over the conversation with a wide open mouth in the guise of typing on her computer. She was not literally pressing any keys with her fingers.Loretta touched him, her nails manicured to impeccable perfection bringing an arm of Robert into contact with her. Well, I apologize, you know, I didn't mean to come out mean. I didn't mean anything by it. It was just banter."Robert jerked away his arm. "You meant every word. Every. Single. Word.""Come on, don't be so sensitive. It was just a reunion. People joke around. We were drinking. You know how it is."Robert leaned over, and spoke in an ugly