The tension between us immediately swallowed the ambiance of the entire place. I already expected this to happen between us, I came here with a bullet in my rifle. "No," Sebastian insisted firmly. "I will only explain everything to the Young Master. That's what you emailed me last night, Ms. Pineda. I was supposed to have another appointment today, but because I expected the Young Master to show up, I canceled everything on my schedule." "We are not here to make false statements, Mr. Stroem. If you don't trust Mr. Llamas or me, you are free to call the office of the chairman to verify it." Jennie defended me from Sebastian's insults and sarcasm. Even though helping me wasn't necessary as I had things twirled with the tip of my fingers, it appeared that she had had enough of his sharp tongue. The moment Sebastian and I stood face to face, I could not help but sense everything: his suspicions of me, rage, and even hatred. I, for one, have had enough of his sarcasm, but I
At first, I hesitated to grant Van's threat, not because I had no cash with me or I couldn't wire him the amount of money, but because my first impression and suspicions of him were proven true - that he couldn't be trusted. He just revealed his true color to me, finally. What's worse than that, his unexpected appearance in front of Sebastian high on drugs and intoxicated not only ruined my Dad's business reputation but mine as the Young Master as well. Everything was my fault he took advantage of us. I used him to lie for me. Now, he's using my secret to his advantage. "Is everything alright, Zachary?" Sebasitian's unexpected interruption caught me off guard. I was startled to the point that my body almost got out of balance. Then he hopped his hand on top of Van's shoulder. "Why am I feeling that you are scolding the Young Master, huh? Have you forgotten your place? You're just a mere employee in his Dad's corporation." Jennie looked at me, her entire face filled wi
"Can someone explain what the hell is going on here?" Speaking of the devil, Celestine finally appeared and yelled at us the second she stepped foot into the classroom. "Get back to your seats, NOW!" Startled, everyone, apart from me and Julian, went back to their respective seats, their mouth shut. Julian's grasps were kept glued on my collar as if he had no intention of letting me go despite Celestine's interruption. As far as I am concerned, Julian was not the type of kid who would not stop until he got what he wanted from me. To beat me to death, especially when he already threatened me the other day that I should not show my face in this school anymore. A spoiled brat, per se. But I showed up, not because I heard his threat loud and clear, but because I realized that I had nothing to fear about. I have a dream to accomplish by all means despite having thousands of enemies around me. "Don't make me say it again, Julian." she continued, this time, she sounded
Real quick, I searched for the group chat where my evil batchmates were members of it, including Sebastian, Clark, and Chester. After scrolling through a long list of chats, I finally found the group. I looked deeper into the messages. Did some back reads. The way I expected, members were gossiping about the Young Master's upcoming party - my congratulatory party for winning my first case. "Guys, listen up, I have some news for you. Don't know if it's good or bad though. Wanna hear it?" Chester typed. Clark Cedrick added to the group. "Welcome back, @ClarkCedrick! How have you been, dude? Are you still on the run because of what that bastard did to you?" Sebastian announced. Because it's a devil's comeback, members sent heart emojis. "Poor Clark. He suffered enough because of that bastard Zachary. Perhaps you, guys, should do something about him. His involvement in our lives was too much." "We already did, dude," Sebastian replied. "But the man was too mu
Afterward, I blocked Van's number to make sure he had no means to reach out to me. If ever our paths cross again, I will make sure he can't see another day again, 'cause I'm gonna put him in jail myself. "Anyway, is everyone ready for the meeting?" I changed the subject when Jennie was in the middle of considering everything I told her. "They're already in the meeting room waiting for us, Mr. Fisher," Jennie replied, her tone started to get calm. "Do you need anything before we can start the meeting?" "A cup of coffee will do. Thank you." I rose from my seat and went to the meeting room. After an hour of discussing the updates of the mega project, I realized one thing. "Have I told you guys about tonight's party?" I frowned. "You already told me and John Dave, but I'm afraid you haven't told the rest of us, Mr. Fisher," Jennie confirmed. "Do you want us to join you in the party?" I can see that everyone's expression changed all of a sudden. None of them m
My number was called. Without hesitation, I walked down the red carpet and stood confidently at the center of the grand hall, my mask adding an air of mystery to my already charismatic presence. The room was alive with energy as people danced and mingled, their masks adding an element of intrigue to the festivities. As I surveyed the crowd, I felt a surge of gratitude and pride. The turnout for my victory party was beyond anything I could have imagined. More or less six hundred people had gathered to celebrate my recent success, and I was overwhelmed by the support and enthusiasm of my enemies. Out of the six hundred attendees, ninety-five percent of them were my mortal enemies, not as the Young Master, but as the loser Zachary Llamas. Two percent can be real people, can be added to my list of true friends, approachable, and had fear of God while the remaining three percent didn't care about me. The grand hall of the hotel has been transformed into a breathtaking display of opulen
They all rose from their seats and in a matter of seconds, everyone surrounded me including all my employees. Some of them looked me in the eye with contempt, especially Clark, Sebastian, and Celestine's circle of evil friends while the rest, my classmates were confused and intrigued as to why I did it. Sebastian stumbled to the tiled floor a few times. But I did not stop with just one hard slap. I hopped on top of him and punched him in the face countless times until I saw blood coming out of his mouth. The good thing was that none of his friends dared to take me away from him. "Die, you son of a bitch!" I growled as I kept punching him. "You're nothing but a ruthless, liar, and manipulative, son of a bitch! DIE! DIE! DIE!" ~~~ I kept screaming that on top of my head over and over again. How I wish that would be the case, but no. A lot of things kept running wild inside my brain. Awful ones. I want to punch Sebastian in the face. Stab him with a knife straig
"Is it true that we were fooled earlier?" One of the attendees, I believe, was one of my classmates asked in the group chat. "The man who announced the winners was not the Young master?" "Didn't you recognize him? That was Zachary, our new classmate." "The audacity. Is it true that he was pretending to be the Young Master?" "It was no longer new to us that Zachary was that kind of person. A troublemaker. We hated him to the deepest part of our bones. You, guys, should, too. You were already part of his life as his new classmate. He was like a contiguous disease. Better expect all your lives would get ruined, too." "He was once a member of this group chat, but he voluntarily removed himself from the group. We don't need him here. You, guys, better be prepared. We're done with his ugly face. He's an ungrateful bastard who had no shame. After everything we did to him. You should find a valid reason to kick him out of the school." The audacity to claim such words. I could barely remem