Reborn Tycoon; Ethan Wayne’s Rise

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Mr. Trevor stared hard at Ethan as he took his phone to his ear.

“Get your team up here at the administrative board room”

“No.. no! I'm the victim. I am the victim!”, Ethan shouted, scattering the documents atop the table. His eyes were reddish and tears darkened them even more.

“I'm the victim!”

Ethan pulled down the large drawer mounted against the wall closest to the door in anger and rage.

“I'm the victim!”

“Security, get this boy out of here!”

They held onto Ethan, taking him by the arms.

“No! Let me go!”

He struggled, kicking and pushing against their hard, strong grip. He shouted and struggled, even holding onto the door as they attempted to carry him out.

“Let me go!”

They soon loosened his grip on the door. Handcuffed, they shoved him into the school's security shuttle. Ethan breathed heavily as the bulky tears streamed down his eyes.

The men monitored him as he cleared the apartment the school had built and awarded him personally. While at it, a knock came to the door.

“Who is it?!”,one of them asked in a deep, gruff voice.

“It's Miss Davington from the school cafeteria sir”

“Lea…”

The other one held his hand up.

“Let her in”

The gruff one went to the door and swung it open.

“Good day sirs”

“What do you want?”

“I came to .. hand these over to Ethan Wayne?” She said, gesturing to him as he stood at the head of his bed. She walked in, the box in her hand. Her emotions were obviously shaking out if whatever she's boxed them in and as soon as she handed him the box, she hugged him tightly, tears unfailingly streaming down her eyes.

“I'm so sorry son”, she said, amidst loud sniffs. “I'm so sorry this happened. I..”

“It's alright Davi. I'll be fine.”, Ethan said, trying his best to smile.

“You can still come around right?”

“I can't.. work there anymore Davi. They won't.. they won't allow it”

Davi took a moment to digest the reality of him leaving completely. It was like a dream , a nightmare. For a minute, they were in each other’s arms, a warm, consoling hug.

“We haven't got all day, woman. I'd advise you to leave now.”, the taller one said to her.

They disentangled and Davington touched his sharp cheekbone lightly.

“Here”, she said, placing something in his hand.

“Ohh Davi…”

“Take it”, she said in a slightly sharp tone, just so he knew she was serious.

“Good bye Ethan”

“Goodbye”, Ethan said in a whisper. He watched her leave slowly, tears trying not to gather in his eyes. He shut them, drawing the unnecessary elements back as he took a deep breath. He heard the door shut before he opened them back and when he did the two men were closer to him.

“You have the next twenty five minute to finish”

When Ethan was done, the shuttle transported him and his stuff to the main entrance of the school. There, they dumped everything right outside the school gate.

“We shouldn't come back and find you here kid”

They drove off and Ethan watched the little shuttle car disappear in the distance. It all felt surreal. Too real to be true. He couldn't still believe that in less than five minutes, his whole future had been thrown into the mud, like he never mattered. He'd taken more than just a look at all he ever owned. They were right before him, scattered all over. Best believe, they weren't even much.

This was a school he'd slaved to be a part of, a school he'd slaved to keep himself in. Slaved to be the best, a school he'd slaved and given up personal time and pleasures up for just to represent in extracurricular events. In less than five minutes, he'd been declared an ex-student and a rusticated one at that.

Tragic.

Where was he to go from here?

He'd lost his phone and he had no other place. No other relatives. Noone. He'd been by himself. He'd always been by himself.

The clouds were slowly gathering and Ethan knew that he had to snap out of whatever stirring depression he was diving into.

“I have to get out of this place”

He stood up from the sidewalk where he'd been sitting and walked just a little away from the gates of the school. He'd sighted a public phone box and luckily for him, he knew Benji's number off hand.

He dialed the first time.

There wasn't any response.

He took out another cent to try again. The line was out for a bit but finally, the phone connected.

“Hello?”

“Hey, hey Benji. It's me. It's uhh, it's Ethan”

“Ethan who?”,

His voice was groggy and Ethan felt he was either high or just extremely sleepy.

“It's me. Ethan. Ethan Wayne. Your best friend”

“Oh..”, he responded, taking a moment of what Ethan assumed was getting himself together.

“What's up?”

“Uhh.. I got .. I had to make an emergency move today. Out of my apartment. I was.. I was wondering if I could come over”

“Yeah, I .. I wish you could man but I have my girl over and you know my apartment isn't really large.”

“I know I just… I just need somewhere to stay today, just so I can put my thoughts together. Just for the night.”

“I’m sorry. It’s not just gonna work. I told you, I have my girl over. What happened to your place anyway?

“I'll explain later just.. help me out here okay? I'm stranded. I don't have anywhere to go. I don't know anywhere. My stuff is scattered all over, I couldn't even get all of it out. Just please.. just this one night”

“Bro I've told you ok? I can't have you over when my girl's around.”

“Benji? What.. are you high or something?”

“Get off my phone man”

The line terminated but Ethan dialed again.

“Come on man. Come on. I just explained my situation to you.” Ethan said, his voice rising.

“Hey, hey, I've told you, man. It's not gonna work ok? I'm not the one who advised you to go punching the Chancellor's son in the face, ok? What the heck were you thinking? Now, don't you call my phone again. Bye”

The line terminated again and Ethan was most dumbfounded on what had just happened. Where was he going to go now? His so-called bed friend had bailed out on him without even thinking twice.

He breathed out loudly. “Calm down Ethan. It's gonna be alright*

He had to move on . It was getting late.

He placed another coin into the slot and dialed Maddie's number.

“Pick up, pick up, pick up please.”, He said in swift succession, whispering to himself.

The line ended. No response from her.

He tried again.

“Please, please pick up Maddie”, he prayed silently. The phones rang for a long while.

Still no response.

He tried.

And again.

And yet… again.

“Arghhh!!”