Jameson Templeton's POV
"I want that little girl in prison!"
" Sir, as much as that is your concern, detectives are still in the case. It hasn't been proven why she would try to kill your son, " the bald lawyer said.
"The girlfriend," I struggled to remember her name for a moment. "Selena Jackson, she confirmed that the girl knocked Cyrus unconscious, and she saw it. She has audio evidence of Cyrus admitting that's what happened. The bloody chic is a suicidal! What else proof do you need?"
The shitbag of a lawyer opened his mouth to speak but I cut him off.
"That was rhetorical, idiot."
" Sir, please, there's no need to insult me-"
"And there's no need for me to be sucking up to a lawyer like you. You're fired."
I couldn't take this anymore. I walked out of the meeting room. I warned him, I told my sons to not just trust anybody. But they think they're wiser than me.
Apart of me knew I wouldn't be saying this if Cyrus did die in the car crash. But the smarter part of me was already regretting getting him a damn Ferrari in the first place. The kid always had a thing for speed. It was stupid on my part.
No, it was stupid for him to accept it. He's so irresponsible.
And now he was paying for it all. Paying for trying to talk to her, paying for saving her, paying for trusting her and letting her wrap him around her dirty little finger. She made my son a slave to what he thought was love. Well, that love didn't give a damn for him. She didn't even give a damn for herself. She was ready to punish him for spilling their little secret, so she twistedly crashed his car to spite him, to spite me. Even if it was at her own cost, which twisted people like her couldn't value because they think the world isn't fair.
Well, suck it up. The world doesn't work that way so now she is still alive and breathing to suffer criminal justice. And if she's lying there, thinking everything is going to be okay, she hasn't heard who she's messing with.
The Jameson Templeton. Owned of thirty five properties excluding his seven houses.
Cyrus liked to call me a narcissist. He thought I was just a greedy man who thinks he owns the world. I don't deny it. Everyone is a little selfish at times. It's human. But only the prosperous know how to use being human to their advantage. Sure, I feel opinionated, but I'm not all greedy. In fact, saving my son from ever seeing that bitch's face again is one of the most generous things I've ever done.
I'll find her a good prison. One that she'll comfortably rot to help with. That'll teach her for thinking she's better than me. Better than the way the universe works.
And that'll teach everyone that everyone has a place in the world. Beautiful People must be separated from the commoners. The Plain Janes and Average Joes.
And my family are beautiful people. She is not.
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Beautiful People
Teen Fiction"There's a world beyond being rich, famous and popular," he told me. I never believed him. Yeah sure, he could pretend like he wasn't a part of that world. Like he had no relationship with wealth and easy life. He told me he wasn't fased by all tho...
