Milan,Milan,Milan...the sour looking, old,and vain, Mr Mike Staggers was slowly calling out,as he drew imaginary circles with his fingers.

He stood at a height of 5"6,with an uneven beard,that bore no germs actually..long nails,that looked like they were growing out of Satan's own hands,an oily fat face,and a pregnant-like tummy,filled with expensive gin,and sweetmeats.

His cigarette was smouldering furtively, in a bowled glass,and it's stench filled the vast room,cocooning it's smokes to the outside world.

Mike Staggers, was a fearful man..Dangerously vain,and quite sceptical about his money,although filthily rich.

He breathed in money,and exhaled billions more..his source of utmost wealth was of course,unknown..

Now, as Milan stood shaking in the middle of Stagger's office,his head felt like it'd been replaced with a stone..

He knew all too well how much Staggers loved his money..
And he knew all too well,he'd go to any length to get his cash.

It was said in the town, how poor his parents were,and how much he hated the wretched living.

Rooting out of poverty,and dire need,it came as no surprise as to why,he was so wary about his wealth.

His wife,Marian was no better..with her wrinkly fingers,and hollow sockets for eyes, she scared the living daylight, out of the town folks,who came to ask her husband,for help.

My husband,is no white Jesus..get out of here! you lazy asses!
She'd holler at the poor,who came to their home,asking for meagre meals,and some money,and the high and mighty Staggers,would roar on with laughter, and sheer pleasure.

Staggers,was accused of marrying his equally ungraceful wife,not because of love,but for the purpose of safeguarding his money, from the otherwise needy folks in the town..
And in every rumour,there's an iota of truth..
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Staggers seems to be such an interesting character. .but why is Milan getting involved with him??
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