Revenge of the Unforeseen Mafia Boss

Fired!

Damien woke up the earliest and bathed using a hose in the garden. He picked out what was left of his clothes, but they weren’t fit for work. He wore his gray hoodie and some worn navy-blue pants. 

He walked to work, even if was very far. He couldn’t afford to call a cab because he had no money. As he reached the urban part of the city— where the big skyscrapers mounted to the sky— he took a deep breath and made his way to the bank. 

The security guard looked at him with a suspicious face. Damien shrugged and then proceeded to the desk to inquire about a loan.

“Do you have any identification card, Sir?” the lady in the desk asked her as she was getting out some forms to the small box beside her for Damien to fill out. 

Damien scratched his head. “I’m sorry, miss. I lost my wallet and it had all my I.Ds in it.”

The lady stopped. She dropped the paper and then proceeded back to typing very fast in her keyboard. “You can come back once you have an I.D, sir. We cannot process that so quickly.”

“I said I lost everything.”

“You still have your birth certificate right? Go get your I.Ds as soon as possible using that.”

The male stood up and decided to leave. Birth certificate? Even that wouldn’t be enough o confirm his identity.

Damien was an orphan and their orphanage was burnt down including all their records in them. Thankfully, Damien had already started working early that time so most fast food chains were easily able to recommend him. But now, he is back from zero.

As he was about to leave the bank, he noticed the people were staring at him from the queueing area. Damien stared back at them, and asked, “Is there a problem?”

They all looked away, except for a few women. “Aren’t you the guy that hurt Clarissa?” 

Damien choked on their words. Little did he know that his confrontation with her was made public in media. And now, Damien didn’t know what to say. If he said no now, will it change everything? 

Even his closest friend refused to believe in him. How much more with these people?

“Yeah. I think it’s him!” 

“He looks like a dangerous guy.”

“He smells.” 

Damien placed his fists in the pockets of his jacket and lowered his head. 

“You should be ashamed of yourself!”

“Ew.”

The male tightened his jaw and left the bank before their words could hurt him even further. As he walked in the street, more and more people looked in his direction, finally realizing he was the man in the news. The man who abused the model, Clarissa Norwood.                                                                                                                                        

“I can’t believe he had the right to show his face in their party!”

“Yeah. He is so disgusting.”

“He should go to jail.”

Damien suppressed his emotions and persevered until he reached the building of their company. The guard immediately recognized him from afar. 

“Hey… do you think the boss is around?”

“You’re an hour late, Damien.” The guard said. “And the manager. He is pissed.”                                               

He prepared himself for the worst when he entered the company. His coworkers looked at him in the lobby, whispering to themselves. Damien, who had many bruises and cuts on his face merely shrugged it off and headed straight to the reception. 

“I want to see the manager.”

“H-He’s already waiting for you.” The employee replied meekly, not meeting his gaze. Damien turned around and headed straight to his office. As soon as he leaves, the noises in the room began to grow again. He took a deep breath and continued on his way.

When he reached the door to his manager’s office, he knocked. “Come in.” The man behind the door said, and Damien opened the door to enter the office.

The first thing he sees is his coworker, the one he punched another night. When seeing Damien, the manager immediately frowned. 

“Where’s your uniform?”

“Gone.” Damien replied coldly, something that their manager did not expect to hear. His tone was so hostile that it made his blood boil. 

“Gone?! Is that all you have to say?! You have a lot of explaining to do, Damien! There are rumors involving you! Our company cannot let you stay!”

Damien looked at the man who used to be his friend who avoided his gaze. A huge plaster was covering his bruised cheek. He took a step closer, but his friend started shivering. Damien halted.

“I… I’m sorry.” He apologized.

“You were a step closer to becoming promoted, but you violated company rules. Why would you date a co-worker?”

“The boss is no different. He shouldn’t be dating Clarissa either since she is one of the employees—”

A book flies towards Damien’s face, bruising him. The manager was furious as hell. 

“You’ve let me down… Damien. Pack everything out on your desk. I want you out this day.”

Damien clenched his fists inside the pockets of his jacket. He nodded in defeat and went out of his office to get a box from the storage rooms. He then went to his usual desk and took everything down into that box. 

The employees were whispering to themselves as he was doing it. Damien couldn’t care anymore. When he was finished, he returned to the manager’s office to declare his permanent leave. 

“I’m finished.” 

“Good.” The manager shoved his hand in the air, shooing him away. “Get the hell out of my sight now. You’ve brought a bad image to our department.”

Damien’s throat became scratchy. He wanted to talk back so bad, but he knew that was of no use.

“May I get my salary for this month, please?” 

“Salary?” the manager raised an eyebrow. “You petty bastard. Here.” He took a cheque and threw it in the air. The piece of paper falls to the ground like a leaf. 

“Now get lost, and don’t ever show your face back in here.”