“And this violence, thing? How does that help them?” entered JMONEY. Benjamin sighed. These guys just couldn’t see the full picture. “Once I take over, Worchester, they’ll get their reward. Yeah, I like to fuck with Michael, but I’m not just doing this on a whim, you know. Worchester is still my alumni. I plan to make it the best university in the World. And the Ivy Leagues will have their accoladed in delivering that.”“Then, how about a good ol’ fashioned donation? Maybe even refurbish the entire department? Maybe the entire Engineering faculty? Hell, with the amount you’ve been swinging around, the board may decide to build a new auditorium in your honour alone.” suggested JMONEY.“That’s not good enough!” Benjamin said, past the point of polite conversation. What was with these objections? thought Benjamin. Even JMONEY/ All they had to do was just listen. If they would just listen, it would become such a foolproof plan.Michael grunted. “Not surprising” he muttered. JMONEY stared

“Okay, but why are you still looking at me?” repeated Michael.“You still don’t get it?” asked JMONEY.“Get what?!”“Dude, your Dad is the rector. And he’s on that Committee.” Said JMONEY. Michael turned slowly from JMONEY to Benjamin and chuckled midway. “You egregious son of a bitch!” he exclaimed.Benjamin grinned wickedly. “What’re you getting all worked up for, Michael? We’re investigating the entire Committee, not just your Dad specifically, but please, feel free to share with us anything you might know about him.”Michael bounded towards the desk, but JMONEY intercepted him quickly, preventing his hands from landing on Benjamin’s computer. “You fuck!”“Dude, calm down!” yelled JMONEY.Benjamin was frowning now. Could it be, that after all this time, Michael still didn’t know his place? Well, it can’t have been easy for him thought Benjamin. The dynamics had switched so fast. Looking at it long-term, it wasn’t up to a month that Michael was still sitting on them and the entire d

“The final thing is, how do we get them to agree to any of this in the first place? We’re almost 500. Heads are going to clash.” complained JMONEY.Benjamin turned to Michael. “You, test everyone for the upcoming operation. Cut out anyone you feel isn’t competent for the job-““But Benjamin!”“Relax, we’re not kicking them out. We’ll be creating a black ops of sorts, within the Ivy Leagues, led by Michael.” “To what end?” asked Michael. “You think segmenting an already shaky group will yield the results you’re looking for?”“Shaky? You guys told me you were doing well!” cried Benjamin. “Jonathan?”“Well” started JMONEY “there have been a few rumblings here and there. The freshmen don’t exactly seem to get the objective of Ivy Leagues. I mean, they all go on patrols and are aware of their responsibilities, but there’s something…missing. Or so they say”Benjamin blinked his eyes. “We’re a Vigilante group.”“What about a company vision? Or so to speak. What exactly is Ivy Leagues trying

"The GRIDATTA is currently not dispensing reservations at this time, Sir. May I show you the door?" Benjamin smirked."Are you sure? It looks so empty in there" he remarked. It was true. From what he could see, only two couples were at their respective tables inside. At least 10 more tables were free inside."Well, yes those tables have already been reserved." said the attendant, but of course, it had to be a lie.The attendant pointed to the exit elevator again. "May I show you the way out, Sir?" he asked again."Before that" started Benjamin, but thought You're a special kind of prick, aren't you? "Take me to your manager."The nerve on this man! thought the attendant."I am the manager, Sir, and I'm telling you to leave."Benjamin used [Appraisal] to scan the attendant's heart. He was lying."Do I look like some run-of-the-mill fool to you? Where is your manager?!" Benjamin raised his voice, but in truth, he had achieved his mani objective. The boy in front of him was not the manag

"What was that you said?""I said, you got your stupid reservation!"Benjamin shook his head. "Seems like you need to learn some respect still. Alright! Start with his pinky finger" instructed Benjamin to the officer. The officer spread out the fingers generously,"No, no, no, no, no, no" and used the bottom of the bottom to whack the shaft of the index finger."Oh, my god!!" wailed the manager in pain, ducking his head under the desk.Benjamin couldn't help but wince looking at the mangled finger. It was his first time up close and personal with such soft gore, especially one of his doing."Eugh" he retched. "That looks pretty bad. Sure do hope it heals right" He paused. "Alright. The next one" he signalled to the officer."You son of a bitch!" cried the manager, popping his head up from the desk. His face was red from a flush, and small amounts of tears were forming in his conjunctiva."You're a tough one, Mr," said Benjamin. "It looks like that one didn't even hurt at all, seeing a