It was getting late outside at the hospital parking lot, and Benjamin could not believe his life. From a multi-millionaire, back to a pauper! He had not a single cent on him, and decided to call his wife to see if she would pick him up.
He called her three times to get no answer. On the fourth try, the call was denied. He waited a while before trying a fifth time. Maybe he was in a daze from losing, or maybe he was just stupid. He and Claire shared a special connection. Surely something like this won’t be enough to make her disregard him completely.
She picked up on the fifth try.“Hello?” she talked as if her mouth was full of something.“Claire, it’s me. Can we talk away from everyone else? I’m at my sister’s hospital.” said Benjamin. Claire was quiet a minute on the line, before she made a gagging noise and brought herself closer to the phone.
“Sure. We can talk now.” she said.“Uh- I was thinking in person, Claire. Alone.” he stressed.“I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to see me, Benjamin. And I don’t think you should come back to the house either.”
“But why?” Benjamin asked, his voice breaking.“You know why.” stated Claire.“No, I don’t. I want you to say it.”Claire sighed before responding.“Look at me Benjamin. Then, look at you. It’s clear we’re headed in two different directions. What we had in the past was sweet, but-” started Claire.
“You need to grow up, and accept reality. Both of us do not need to suffer.” she said.“I wasn’t aware you were suffering.” said Benjamin.“Sign the papers, Benjamin. I don’t want-” Claire produced a deep moaning sound that suggested she was in the hot throes of passion.
In the background, Benjamin heard a hoarse male voice. “Enough with that loser. Keep riding me like that. Yeah, yeah. You’re so tight”
“Harder, harder” moaned Claire quietly. She had already forgotten she was on a conversation with Benjamin. He ended the call in disgust, and launched his phone through the air to the other side of the street. “Fuck!” he yelled to nobody in particular.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a gray Mazda Miata flashing it’s small headlights. The Miata drove down slowly, parking next to the curb he was standing on. The windows rolled down, and it was Dr. Amber. No! How much did she see?“Having a bit of trouble?” she asked, flirtatiously.
“I… seem to be needing a new phone.” Benjamin replied.She chuckled a little.“Why don’t you get in? I know a great phone store nearby.” she offered.
Benjamin was conflicted. Maybe Amber was being nice for the sake of her personality, or maybe it was because she had seen that he could move decent amounts of money around. If that was the case, how would the situation now develop after losing all his millions?
He didn’t even have enough to get a new phone! He looked at his clothes. Still indistinguishable from roadside fabrics. But the seconds were passing by, and he decided to get in. He noted the interior of the Miata was a nice luxurious red leather.
“Just so you know, you might have to get me the phone itself. My old phone was essentially my on line wallet” he managed.“That’s no problem.” said Amber cheerfully. “But you’re going to have to give me an IOU” she winked. Benjamin thought she was absolutely charming outside of her workplace.
Benjamin tried out the new phone. It was the latest model of the Pamsung v34 that year. Amber, for whatever her reasons, was being really nice to him. I had no ideas doctor made these kind of monies, thought Benjamin, thinking about her car and the new phone she could afford.
Immediately, he put on the phone, a new alert came.“Credit Amt: $1,000,000 Acc:200******79 Desc:Valentino’s Secrets Date:04/07/23 Balance: $1,000,900”
The butler from Valentino’s secrets! He had kept his promise. And this account was a different account from the rest. It was the joint account he shared with Claire.“Something good happen?” Amber nudged politely.“You have no idea.” said Benjamin.
But Benjamin soon frowned. Was this money related to task 3? What exactly was task 3? Was it to get is $500 million back?“Listen, I wanted to apologize for those things I said back at the hospital. I sincerely hope your sister makes a full recovery.” said Amber pensively.
“She will. I will make sure of it.” said Benjamin with conviction. Then after looking at her, he said again “What kind of cars do you like?”
At the car dealership, Amber was explaining her taste of cars.“This one is the Mclaren Artura 2023. It’s a hybrid supercar with a 3Litres V6 and 577 hp for the gas engine. 94hp for the electric motor. 0 - 60 in 2.6s. Top speed 205mph.
An absolute monster. Oh, the seats. The Dihedral doors. And the oceanic blue. I’m still saving for it, might get it in 3 years though in the used market.”
“I’ll take that one” said Benjamin to one of the staff.Amber’s eyes widened as the employee began to search for paperwork. She knew this man was wealthy, but this car was $300,000 for the base model.“Sir, so how do we want to finance this?” said the salesman.
“Direct wire. That is, if you accept.” Benjamin said.
The salesman looked as if he was going to explode, the commission for selling this car would be crazy.“You don’t have to do this” said Amber. “I’m perfectly happy with my car.” she said.
“Oh no, I’m not getting it for you. I’m getting for myself. I don’t know anything about cars. But I trust your judgment.” Benjamin said smiling.
Benjamin Black felt like he was riding a jet powered cloud. He had driven a car once at a parking lot with some of his high school buddies. But it was an older model that belonged to a friend’s parent, and you could feel the weight of the steering rack and every gravel and chip and bump on the parking lot.This Mclaren just felt like nothing at all. Meanwhile, Amber was extremely nervous. She had only taught him how to use the paddle shifters on the steering wheel minutes ago, and the Park and Reverse buttons on the gearbox.But this man was driving at 170 miles per hour. Just 30 miles from the top speed in open country road.“Holy Shit!” laughed Benjamin at the top of his lungs. The windows were down and the winds were forming a tiny hurricane in the cabin. The V6 engine was roaring with it. Amber nodded but kept her eyes watchful on the bends that were coming up.This was her dream car but riding in the passenger seat of someone that hadn’t driven a vehicle in the past 5 years was t
Mr Mardo Wormwood tapped his fingers gently together as he listened to the bank manager. The details of the conversation was about a new acquisition; the buying of the rights to air Super-sports Television on Aircable. This would make Mr Mardo richer beyond imagination.Sports was the one thing Aircable had been lagging behind on all these years because a certain company had monopolized the rights many years ago, but this company was about to the bankrupt soon and they were selling the rights to the highest bidder. In this case, that is Mr Mardo.“How much are we looking at, Mr Mardo?” said the manager.“Just tell me your interest rates above $10 million. If I deem it acceptable, then we can talk.”As the bank manager continued to drone on, Mardo caught the sight of a familiar individual. Or thought he had. Maybe the high interest rates the manager was explaining to him had distracted him.“Hey, Sweetie.” It was Claire Black, surprising him on his day of working. Mardo was pleased to
“I repeat. Violent male on the loose.” said the guard into the radio.“I told you not to touch me” Benjamin said. He could feel his body heating up. Was this the effect of using the system?But he soon felt the touch of a cool hand on his shoulders that seemed to dissipate the heat.“Benjamin, enough” said Amber. Pleading with her eyes. Benjamin cooled down, but then turned to Mardo. The Bank manager rushed into the scene.“What on earth is going on here?!” asked Mr David.“It’s this homeless dude. He tried to attack this gentleman here!” said one of the onlookers.Soon the others started joining in.“Yes, see how he dresses and how unkempt he looks.”“Somebody like him should be locked up! What is he doing in a bank?”“He’s a scammer. I saw him telling that woman to send him some money!” They all chorused.“That’s not true!” yelled Amber.“Enough!” said Mr David. He looked at Benjamin, and then looked over to Mr Mardo, who had turned white.“Mr Mardo, did this man try to attack you in this p
A horror-stricken Amber pulled Benjamin Black away from the crowd of astonished faces and the pallor expressions of Mardo Wormwood and Claire Black."What are you thinking?" she asked as they approached one of the ticketing counters. Benjamin didn't respond immediately, his body only moving deliriously when Amber grabbed him, and his eyes still set on WormWood.“Hmm?” he half-mouthed at her question.Amber looked around for the Bank Manager. She saw him emerging out of a hidden hallway, laden with paperwork that rose from his hands to above his head, and still not enough to cover that wrinkly crooked smile of his. It was going to rain a payday of commissions for this Skaling Bank Branch."We should leave now." Amber put it bluntly. "If you tell the Bank Manager it was just an honest overstep on your part, we can still avoid this. That man will still lose his stake in the bank, and you'll be in the good light.""What?" That seemed to jolt Benjamin back to reality. "Why would I do that?
"Mr Benjamin, please!" David's head was lowered to his hips, and hands outstretched in a plea."You must tell me how we have offended you! Should I relinquish the services of the customers who also joined in falsely accusing you? Done. Perhaps I shall fire some of our tellers who watched without doing anything as well? If it is what you desire, consider it done!"The bank tellers; silent non-descript middle-aged men and women, tucked safely behind their granite counters, all turned to their manager in a cold sweat. Maybe minding their business during the commotion hadn't been the best bet after all."Now now" Benjamin tried to pacify him, but something sitting at the bottom right of his peripheral vision struck him as odd. When he turned his head to get a better look, the arrangement moved only so much as to sit at the bottom right again."Am I having a stroke?" Benjamin thought to himself. After turning his head a few more times, it became clear that the object was not of his external
"Let's do it." responded Benjamin. No one was more pleased with the recent developments as much as David. In one fell swoop, it seemed that Benjamin would still be keeping his fortune within Skaling Bank, just under a different name. Amber looked similarly relieved as well."When do we start?" rapped Benjamin."Now we have to find a registrar to start the new company. There are quite a few to choose from…""If I may-" David produced a small red business card. "These people are highly recommended by us, recognized and represent some of the most elite businessmen in the Country. The Number 2 on the Forbes Under 40 list had their second company registered there.Amber scoffed."It's not that difficult to get registered. Why should we go to a place that sounds like they would charge us 100x the normal price?" she interrogated. Benjamin looked for David's response."There is a simple explanation, Madam. Have you heard of the Star Alliance?" David asked. Amber had heard the phrase in passing
"Hey!" Mardo bounced towards them."Can I be of any help to you?" replied Amber. Mardo didn't pay her any attention and got closer and closer to Benjamin "You little shit!" he said, about to raise his fist."I wouldn't do that if I were you. Are you forgetting what happened to those spectacularly trained security guards a few minutes ago?" Amber warned. Mardo hesitated, and Amber moved to block Benjamin from him."What are you, his mommy?" taunted Mardo. Benjamin didn't respond to him. He hadn't responded to anything since he emerged from his exit. His eyes jumped from Mardo to Claire, to Amber, and to Mardo again with a blank expression. Sometimes he rubbed his shoulder, and looked away entirely."I'm talking to you little shit! What is a flea like you looking to pull?" snapped Mardo."I would advise you to refrain from talking to my patient that way." said Amber. "Patient?" asked Mardo, with something glimmering in his eyes. Was it hope? He looked at Benjamin again, who had not utte
He tapped the back of her shoulder."Don't bother" Benjamin spoke. Intelligence had returned to Benjamin's eyes; his face now wearing a sombre expression. "Is this how it always is?" asked Amber. The picture was getting a little clearer to her. Benjamin's irascibility with these people. For a moment, he didn't respond, but only stared forward, as if he had truly become an invalid."She wasn't like that. She was different. At least in the beginning." he said finally."And now?" asked Amber."Now they all burn" Benjamin replied. Not overzealous, not pitiful, not serious, just a statement of what he had decided a while ago. Amber shifted a little uncomfortably."I don't know how I feel being an accessory to someone's grand scheme of revenge.""I'll pay you quite handsomely" Benjamin grinned, shifting the tone of the conversation."Right...Still, what purpose does having them believe you're insane serve?" asked Amber."Are you being serious? I got this whole idea from you.""What are you ta
It was a long exhausting flight, and the first order of business was to stop by the University and see the fruits of JMONEY's work. He rode in one of the SUVs, and sure enough, he could see mayhem from even the gate."I'm sorry, Sir. The University can't grant entry to any visitors at the moment. For your own safety." said one of the University's security."Is there something wrong, Officer?" asked Benjamin."We have a few troublemakers we're dealing with. That's all.""Then it's fine, you can let me in" Benjamin used [Bow Down To Me]."Understood, Sir." Benjamin watched as they drove past broken windows, strewn toilet paper on the lawn, black graffiti on beige-white buildings, and a bunch of boys in ski masks running with metal bats. He dialed Michael and JMONEY's numbers. "Come to the dorms."Holy Shit" whispered JMONEY as he entered the air-conditioned Range Rover. Michael entered the front seat, with similar exclamations."What's the status report?" questioned Benjamin."The sta
"Huh?" muttered James. "The hell?"But Benjamin looked up to find Black's easygoing face had turned grave. He almost resembled his wife."I'm not sure I understand what you're saying, Benjamin," answered Mr. Black.Ahh, I see."Thank you for confirming it. I've had a hard time trying to decide if what that bastard told me was the truth, or not. Goodbye." dismissed Benjamin.In an instant, Black appeared before him, his hands crushing Benjamin's wrists to take hold of the pen."You should've just listened, and taken the easy way out, Benjamin," said Black softly.[Notice: [Enhanced Body] compromised.]Benjamin screamed in pain as Black wretched the pen from his fingers, but all too suddenly, Black's movements stopped. His eyes swayed from Benjamin to his stomach.There was a red swelling around a spot where It looked like his intestines had caved. A fatal swelling. James Black removed his hand slowly after delivering a deadly punch to his father's guts. Blood streamed from Black's mout
The man returned to observing the calm waves of the beach, even though Benjamin was now only inches away, looking down on him.Is this Bastard going to make me talk first? frowned Benjamin. He cleared his throat. "You were looking for me?" he started but decided that was too polite. "What the fuck do you want?" he added.The man pointed to his left. "Take a seat. You're in my sun.""What seat?" barked Benjamin, but he was stunned to see, by the man's left, almost touching his shoulders, an identical beach chair. That's Impossible. There was only one plastic chair on this entire Beach! I was sure of that just a few seconds ago.The man gestured again: "Aren't you going to sit?""No, thanks. I'd rather stand."There was no further communication from the 'GrandMaster', until Benjamin decided, reluctantly, to take the Beach chair. Activating [Enhanced Body] first."Now talk" commanded Benjamin."You've done well to make it this far. To be honest, it was pretty touch and go there for a lon
Benjamin turned over the phone and unlocked it. A video was already playing on the home screen. It was a hospital setting, which immediately set off different alarms in Benjamin's head.It was a private ward, and Benjamin recognized the pattern of the windows, the wall colors, and some brand-new equipment by the patient's bedside, which looked a lot like the pictures of hospital machines Amber had once shown to him for approval.The video was in Medhill Hospital. The patient was a still, petite figure with long straight hair that had to be combed for her every morning because she was incapable of waking up to do it herself. It was Ivy Wallouby."I trust you need no further explanation," asked James Black. Benjamin looked up at him with eyes of controlled fury."I'll kill you" he stated, not as a threat, but a prognostication of what was to come."I don't doubt that you would if you could, that is. But I hope this puts everything into perspective. Now, are you willing to hear what I ha
"So, what are you going to do, Justine?"Madam Black looked from family to foe. Claire, Simon, and Mardo were eagerly anticipating some strong response, based on how they were looking at her with wide impatient eyes. She looked back at Benjamin, still dumbfounded."What do you want?" she asked him."Want? Well, Mrs Caroline may be exaggerating things slightly there, so I don't blame you for thinking that way. This isn't some threat, or even Blackmail, Ma'am. In fact, it's quite the opposite. We're here out of respect, and professional courtesy, as Amber had deduced that maybe the board might have not told you." Benjamin rose."And now you know. We'll work with Mrs Caroline to send out figures first thing on Monday morning. It should be a good deal to think over the weekend.""Why are you doing this?" cut in Claire. For a long time, even since the bank incident, she had not been able to look him directly in the eyes. But now she did.Her eyes are weak and dull, thought Benjamin, before
Benjamin grinned and clinked his glass a few more times. "A toast, everyone." Soon, the sound of Benjamin's glass was the only sound to be heard in the hotel's hall. Benjamin looked again to the Black family table.Madam Black, Simon, and Mardo had all joined Claire in a gaping expression.Benjamin raised his glass. "To the couple--"Mardo rose. "Get this hobo out of here! Now!" he instructed, not minding decorum. The guests were appalled as some security approached Benjamin."Are you sure you should be treating your guests this way?" asked Benjamin."And when I find out who let him in here, you all are going to have a lot to answer for!" Mardo berated the security.Should I get rough? wondered Benjamin. But before two of the guards could close the distance by a further step, 3 gentlemen from a nearby table rose and quickly approached to block the guards."What?""Is exactly what I want to ask, Mr.Mardo." Caroline's voice pierced the air from the table next to Benjamin. "As far as I k
Amber donned a sunset brown dress that draped all the way to her ankles, barely brushing past the straps of the fragile, but stunning black high heels. On both of her wrists were gold and silver bracelets stacked upon each other in closed, tight gaps.Her necklace was even simpler; a round thin chain of something that sparkled under the building spotlights, and helped to accentuate her mischievous smile. She had curled the ends of her hair into two stunning semi-circles that she brushed off her chest as she approached the dumbfounded Benjamin."Ready when you are, Boss." she poked playfully."Looks like someone's been on a shopping spree. Do I need to look into your salary?" he teased."If you do, you should remember all the bonuses I should have made for all my *hard work*""I'm just surprised you even had the time.""Oh, no. I had my cousin pick this out for me.""Really? Wonder what she looks like."Johnny Zeppeli coughed. "Don't you people have somewhere to be already? This is sti
"Pauper?""Not quite, as you can see. I usually go by Benjamin these days. Also, CEO of Ivy Corp. President of the Medhill board. Or just simply, Boss. The elevator's closing, Mr. Mardo. Don't you have somewhere to be?"Mardo Wormwood found himself leaning slightly off-center and stopped himself with the door before he could fall and collapse right there."It's impossible" he whispered under his breath, staring at Benjamin like he was the 8th wonder of the world. A wonder that had risen from the dead and posed a threat to his survival."You know what they say. Something's always impossible until it's not." smiled Benjamin.Mardo massaged his head. "I have to be dreaming or something"Benjamin pushed the button for the ground floor, with Mardo inside. "Don't worry, Mr. Mardo. All will be explained in time. And by in time, I mean very soon. Extremely sooon" The doors began to close. "See you at the Wedding" winked Benjamin from the other side.On the ground floor, Mardo was still strugg
Inside the tower, Mardo stopped by the front desk."Excuse Me. I would like to see the CEO" he strummed politely. Dominique, one of the officers on duty that day asked: "Do you have an appointment?""If I had, I would've mentioned it, don't you think?""Unfortunately" replied Dominique, "We can't let you in without an appointment, Sir.""Do you know who I am?"Dominique shook his head irritably."Then at least tell your boss who I am. Mardo Wormwood. Aircable CEO, and owner. Or you don't know what this too? Do yourself a favor. Pull out your phone, find out, and don't get fired for turning away someone like me when your boss comes in to check in later.""I know, Aircable, Sir. Unfortunately--" Dominque turned his attention to his pocket, where his cell was vibrating."Just one moment, Sir. Hello?"Mardo overheard a gentle tinny voice issuing an inaudible command."Alright. Understood." Dominique ended the call. "You're all set to go, Mr. Mardo. We're glad to have you."And with that,