Selling Up - Moving On

[J.T.Cash]

The huge expanse of marble flooring echoed under lone footsteps, dust had settled on aged Oak, the room once filled with parties, guests and happiness was now filled with a feeling of longing, loneliness and regret. His fingers ran across the top of an ornament that had been one his mother’s prized possessions, looking around at expensive art, elaborate wall hangings… the almost palatial surroundings looked empty except for one man, sitting on the bottom step of a huge stairway, perfectly attired in a black suit, with a black fitted shirt parted half way up, in the top pocket of his suit sat a pair of designer shades.. he looked around nodding his head as a knock on the door echoed throughout the reception room.

Slowly he pushed himself up from where he was sitting, taking one last longing look around he opened the door, standing there in front of him a man around the same age but in far worse shape, his paunch made his shoulders stoop, his eyes were darkened and the smile was so fake it was painful to see.

Good afternoon Mr Cash, I trust everything is in order. My client has sent the documents through to your solicitors and I understand that you have accepted the terms and conditions. I think you’ll admit that you’ve had a very good sale considering the current economic clim…

Cash, J.T.Cash… stood there staring a hole through the man that stood before him, daring him to continue talking. Each word was given a resentful, distainful stare. Cash shook his head slowly

Five point four million dollars, you know something… I would have sold this for half of that, but your clients are... assholes

The face of the man looking up to J.T.Cash drops, not only have his clients overpaid, but they have overpaid royally, and in the process they have been labelled assholes by the seller. Cash could only smirk.

My father had this built for him in the eighties, it was way too big when there were four of us… my father is no longer with us, my mother lives in Australia, my cousin is dead and you know what to clean that son of a bitch when there is just me is a bit of a pain in the ass. So guess what, you can rock up here thanking god for your commission, thanking you’re lucky stars that this year your little boyfriend is going to get his Christmas butt plug but I’ll be leaving the biggest cleaning bill known to mankind over five million dollars richer. So, how about you wipe that cheesy grin off your face before I start my comeback by kicking your ass right here, right now… I got your keys, and I’ll give them to you in five minutes, until then… get the hell off my porch.

Cash swings his feet around and slams the door right in the salesman’s face who looks shocked, bewildered and seriously bothered by the verbal offence. As the door closed Cash leant backwards against a circular pillar that went from the ground floor all the way up to the fourth. He looked around at the paintings, the portraits, the ornaments and took in a deep breath. Swiftly taking a right he walked in to his father’s office, it hadn’t really been touched since his death, Cash ran his hands over the fireplace, it was this room that had stolen his father from him so many times, so many birthday’s, christmas’ we’re torn apart by this very room. Cash looked around, clearly emotional he struggled to hold back the tears as he picked up a photo of his mother, his father, his late cousin Scott Cash and himself at a beach on the Italian lakes when he was a kid, taking out the photo and putting it in to the inside jacket he closed the door on his past. Striding out he took one last longing look back, a huge deep breath and reached for the front door…

Goodbye old girl

He said quietly, choked up he cleared his mind as he opened the front door and strode out placing his shades over his reddened eyes, brushing past the salesmen he tosses him the keys.

It’s all yours

Cash stated, his tone changed… a confidence had been forced over his face. Clicking his key fob causes his Aston Martin DB9 to beep, almost calling its owner. Cash looks back just in time for the salesman to ask the all important question

What’s next for you Mr Cash, where will you go…

Home

Cash smirked as he winked towards the salesman before getting in to his car, the engine sounded like a hundred horses romping over the hills before he sped off leaving his home, his history, his past behind…

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