The Rise Of Richard Bentley

ook in the sight before him. He stood in front of a massive building, its sleek gla

ancing at the name printed in elegant script. Holding it up to the tow

en he confirmed it matched the name

owned for its opulence and prestige, a far cry from the humiliation he had just faced in the m

doors sliding open before him as he stepped ins

a sudden and link me up with a nice job," Richard thought to

was the biggest and most luxurious hotel in Jackson City, its grand lobby adorned with exqui

s eyes wide with wonder. "Getting a job here would be li

star hotel indeed. I can't wait to bring Linda here and win her heart over," he thought al

d the reception desk, ready to seize thi

oser to the lobby. He turned to see a massive security g

mposure despite the guard's imposing presence. "Good

ing over Richard's attire with obvious d

an chimed in, joining the first in sizing Richard up. "H

," Richard replied defensively, fe

irk playing on his lips. "You don't look

ichard held his ground

great pleasure in beating the hell out of criminals lik

. He was on the verge of losing his patience but knew he ne

iven him. He held it out toward the security officers, trying to project confidence. "This is the car

their smiles turning mischievous as the

have stolen that card from someone because someone as useless as you can neve

grabbing him and pulling his arms behind his back. He felt the cold

riminal!" Richard uttered in frustration, his h

Richard forward. They confiscated the green card from

his situation around. He needed to find a way to prove hi

ackling to life. "Hello, what's going on? I can see you from the C

director," the guard explained confidently. "We have the situation under

louder. "Someone with a green card claims he wants to

their confidence shaken. "What's the name on

s quickly dissipating. "Uh, the name on the green card is

he chief's voice boomed, "Bring him

they quickly uncuffed Richard, their hands trembling slightly as they handed back the green card. "T

sure. He had come here for an opportunity, n

chard said, his voice tense. "Why are

ist one last jab. "Poor pigs like you aren'

. If it were up to me, you'd be sitting in a

d his teeth bu

officer," Richard said, his tone sharp and cutting. "It

ing at his sides. "How dare you call my father a crimi

easily he could provoke him

interrupted the tense standoff. "Are you Richard Bentley?"

ed toward he

r right. That's the

fficer, whose face was still red with anger, a

coming for you," the officer spat af

g open the manager's office door

forties with a composed, unreadable expression, sat behind a large desk. His

ering whether he should bring up how t

g strange on the manager's desk-a pack of condoms,

the manager's table?" Richard thoug