What Love Can Do

The Grudges Begin

The past years had been hard for Charles Smith. He had to learn how to take care of baby Jasmine for 5 years. He was thankful to find Bethany Freemon to help him care for his baby. Jasmine is now five years of age and full of life. It is the year of 1997. This was a stressful year for Charles. He has been suffering from a vicious battle with another corporation. This corporation was owned by a man in the name of Edward Douglas. He sold women's wear. He had said in his past interviews with the press that he was working on a new line in his stores throughout Europe. That scared Charles because they have one thing in common with both of their corporations; they both sold clothing for fashion frenzy people. Charles knew he had to step his game up. He knew by doing that he had to use another tactic to bring Edward's corporation down. He knew that the stock market was Douglas's biggest target when wanting to win.

He set out in search of ways to ruin Douglas's reputation. He had a sick rumor in which he was going to bestow upon Edward to try to bring his points so low in the stock market; he would not know what had hit him. As he approached the press; he stepped onto the podium to say this news.

"Attention, attention people of the press, I would like to confess something to you all about the Douglas women's wear corporation, also known as E.D Corporation owned by Edward Douglas himself. There has been a growing problem I have heard from one of his customers which I have had conversations with. She was unhappy with her purchase. She told me that the silk she was wearing was fake."

"Fake?!?" The press yelled out. The press was huddled around the podium just like hungry dogs waiting for their meal. There was chattering from the background where the press has been. He then paid someone to act like the material was itchy on her and recorded it on video.

Edward was eating breakfast when the news came on and up flashed a clip of Charles Smith humiliating him on national television. Edward was furious; all he can think about is getting Charles good for this. He then called his spokesperson to discuss a few details of getting him on national television to discuss problems about Charles's corporation. He took a pen and paper to jot down ideas to bring Charles's corporation down.

The following day Edward was ready for his live television interview with the press. He had a navy suit on with a black tie, his hair was slicked back with heavy amount of gel, and he was wearing heavy polo brand cologne on him. He wanted everyone to know that he meant business. As his limo parked near the curb of where he was going to make his important statement; he could see mobs of desperate press people waiting for his verdict. All he thought in his head was, "payback time." He stepped outside the limo to hear the roaring of the press hovering him for answers. He then walked to the same podium that Charles Smith gave his statement. He was quite glad he was standing behind the same podium that Charles was standing behind. He thought about how humiliating it will be for Charles to see some sort of blackmail.

"Hello my fellow citizens of Dublin, I will like to inform you all that the rumor of my corporation making fake silk was a false rumor given out by a jealous former nemesis Charles Smith. Speaking of Charles Smith, I would like to truly inform the citizens of Dublin that I have spent hours of researching about Smith's Corporation. I have been informed by a professional researcher Mr. Robinson, that the finest fur that Smith has been using to make his finest coats for his customers has been furs on animal's bodies that Smith has been brutally abusing for the past four years."

"What?!?" The pressed had hollered after hearing about the news. There was the same kind of chattering in the distance from the press. Charles knew that it was a beginning of a good war. He knew that if he was to spread this rumor then it would be very bad for Edward's corporation. He cannot wait for the results of the stock market scores.

The next day Charles took his German Shepherd for their usual walks. As he grabbed the leash and the dog; he opened his front door to the up roaring of paparazzis and surprisingly the animal rights activists with picket signs that said "do not hurt our animals" on it. He knew he wasn't able to leave his house. He then rushed inside and took off the leash on his German shepherd. He then rushed to his office to call his publicist.

"Hello? Mr. Foster? I am wondering why there are bloody press surrounding my house with animal rights activist bombarding the streets with picket signs."

"Well there has been a slight problem with Mr. Douglas's response to your interview with the press sir."

"What is the reaction with Mr. Douglas have, all I could see is that Mr. Douglas has sent this massive problem in front of my house."

"Not exactly sir."

"Then what is it?!?" Mr. Smith asked, he was in rage that he couldn't get out of his house because of the massive press and protesters.

"Well, Mr. Douglas talked about an important matter about your corporation; well the reason there are animal activists protesting in front of your house with picket signs is because Mr. Douglas announced a horrid rumor about your corporation."

"Well what is it Mr. Foster?"

"Well you should calm down first Mr. Smith, it is a bit of a harsh rumor to be announced in public television; you should sit down for this sir."

"Okay I am sitting down; so tell me, in full detail, what is the rumor?"

"Okay, here it goes, Mr. Douglas announced to the public that you have been brutally abusing the animals for their fur basically. But in a rather long speech." Mr. Foster said in a huffy kind of voice.

"Was there evidence to back this rumor up?"

"No there wasn't sir, but I rest assure you Mr. Smith----"

"Then how in bloody hell does the press believe him that I actually did that with the clothing I was selling, this is outrageous!" Mr. Smith said when standing up with the receiver in one hand.

"Well as I was saying sir, I rest assure you that there is going to be the best team of publicist that will be working on this issue; we will return your good image to you within two or three months."

"Two or three months, what in bloody hell will I do inside my damn house for two or three months?"

"We will hire you the best bodyguards to keep you and your daughter safe and free from the raging paparazzi's Mr. Smith."

"You guys better, this bloody man has ruined my life; I will not speak of or speak to this man as long as I am still alive on this planet."

            From then on Mr. Smith has been suffering from this horrid rumor for more than two or three months. It has been a constant whirlwind of questions from the press, and if not from the press, it was from talk shows he had went on or even magazines he had interviews with. This rumor did not fade away. The animal activist grew larger every time the rumor started spreading rapidly through the population of England. He had lost half of his profits for his corporation. This year was not the best year for him and little Jasmine. He had to think of a fast plan.

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