Chapter 91
The peaceful night at the apartment was shattered as Henry’s voice thundered through the darkness. From vario their heads out, their irritation quickly turning to anger.
“Shut up, you drunk bastard!‘ someone shouted from a third floor window.
‘It’s one in the morning!” yelled another. “Some of us have work tomorrow!”
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Benjamin looked mortified as he desperately tried to control Henry, tugging at his arm with increasing panic. Henry, please! This is complete fool of yourself!”
I’d never seen Benjamin–usually so calm and confident–look this helpless. However, Henry seemed completely oblivious to both the growing crowd of angry residents and his friend’s desperate pleas.
‘SOPHIA! Henry bellowed again, his voice carrying an almost primal desperation I’d never heard before.
Just as Benjamin made another attempt to drag him back to the car, Henry suddenly broke free and staggered toward the trunk. He deftly opened it, then emerged clutching something that made Benjamin’s eyes widen in shock.
“You can’t be serious, Benjamin muttered, watching in disbelief as Henry pulled out a thick stack of cash.
Henry turned to face the growing crowd of irritated residents who had begun to gather in the courtyard. A strange, drunken smile spread across his face.
“Everyone!” he announced, swaying slightly. “Help me call for Sophia Wilson! I’ll make it worth your while!”
To emphasize his point, he grabbed a handful of bills and tossed them into the air. The money fluttered in the night breeze, dancing under the streetlights before settling on the ground.
For a moment, no one moved. The onlookers stared at the scattered cash in stunned silence, their complaints momentarily forgotten.
Then, a middle–aged man in a bathrobe darted forward, snatching up several bills. He examined them briefly before shouting, “Hey, these are hundred dollar bills!”
That was all it took. Within seconds, the courtyard erupted into frenzied activity as residents rushed from their apartments, scrambling to collect this unexpected windfall.
“This is madness, complete madness,” Benjamin groaned, watching the scene unfold with a mixture of horror and fascination.
Henry ignored him, unsteadily climbing onto the hood of Benjamin’s car. “There’s more where that came from!” he announced, waving the remaining stack. “Just help me get Sophia down here!”
The crowd’s attitude shifted instantly. The same people who had been hurling insults moments ago now looked at Henry with nothing but admiration, their eyes fixed on the money in his hand.
“Who’s Sophia?” asked a woman in pajamas, several bills already clutched in her fist.
“My wife, Henry replied with a dopey smile so unlike his usual calculated expressions. “She’s the most beautiful woman in the world, and she’s hiding from
me.”
“Apartment number?” someone called out.
Benjamin stepped forward quickly. “I really don’t think-
But Henry was already tossing more money into the air. “Sophia Wilson! Come down!”
The crowd joined in eagerly, their voices forming a bizarre midnight chorus: “Sophia! Sophia Wilson! Your husband wants you!”
‘He says he misses you!” added a teenager, laughing as he scooped up more bills.
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“Sophia Wilson, your husband’s waiting downstairs! shouted another
Benjamin stood helplessly beside the ear, watching Henry empty his wallet into the eager hands of strangers Your Bo
Sophia, you’re being remarkably generous tonight.”
I’d been deeply asleep when the first shouts penetrated my consciousness. At first, I assumed it was met come late night revelers, at rid to gardum. burying my head deeper into the pillow. But the noise only grew louder, more persistent and most disturbingly, I began to make for my gen am br
the chants.
“Mom Billy appeared in my doorway, rubbing his sleepy eyes. ‘Why are people yelling your name?
I climbed out of bed, pulling on my robe as 1 moved to the window. ‘I don’t know, sweetheart. Let’s see.
What I saw below left me frozen in shock. At least thirty people were gathered in the courtyard, all shouting my name while scrambling to reflects that money? And at the center of it all, standing on top of Benjamin’s car like some deranged king, was Henry.
“Sophia Wilson!” the crowd chanted. “Your husband’s downstairs! He says he misses you!
Betty burst into my room, her hair sticking up at odd angles and her face creased from sleep. “What the hell is happening? Why is everyone shouting pr
name?
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