The manager had left to use the restroom. She had come out just in time to see the receptionist slap the young man in front of her.
She had wondered who it was, and what his offense was, that would make the receptionist slap him.
She had hastened to get to the scenario, but halted to check her phone that had just beeped, indicating that she had a message. It was an email with an attachment.
She had been informed about the CEO beforehand, but the email she received was a short description of the CEO, as the the heading was titled, 'CEO'.
She had clicked it open, and it showed his picture.
Her heart sank when she saw his picture.
He was the same person the receptionist had slapped. The delivery guy she was talking about.
"This is worse than I thought," she said.
She needed to stop her from causing any further problem.
The receptionist turned to tell the manager that he was the man they were looking for, "Ms. Here is the man that broke—" she paused. She just met what seemed to be the shock of her life.
It was the manager with a phone in her hand, and in the phone was the picture of the person she had slapped.
She walked closer to be sure she was not dreaming. She saw his picture, and a short description stating that he was the new CEO.
"No, no. This cannot be true!" She muttered slowly, covering her mouth.
She looked at the manager whose facial expression had changed. She did not have any excuse for her actions. Before she could utter a word, the manager had given her a slap. The guards were confused as to why the manager slapped her.
Ms. Fiona rushed to Jayden, and apologized. She knew he was offended, even she, would feel totally embarrassed.
"I… We are very sorry, sir. Please, forgive us."
She went on her knees to beg him. Such actions could result to losing their jobs.
Jayden looked at them, especially the receptionist, in utter disgust, and disappointment. He wondered who employed such incompetent person. Receptionist were always supposed to be nice. It was one of the qualities they needed to possess.
"Why do you all respect money, rather than people? No matter what, you are supposed to show respect to every human being on Earth, even a kid. You do not know a single thing about me, but because I am dressed in a delivery uniform, you think you can talk to me in the manner you like? I walked up to you, calmly, to explain myself to you, but what did you do? You damaged my phone without an iota of remorse, like you intentionally did it. You did not give me any chance to explain anything, and to top it off… you slapped me!" He said, stressing the last sentence.
She bowed down her head in shame. She knew what she did was wrong, but she had no excuse, whatsoever to justify her deeds.
"You embarrassed me… to think that you are just a mere receptionist. Imagine that you belonged to the upper class, or what if you were the manager, or secretary? You would have done worse," he paused, and faced everybody, "this should serve as a lesson to all of you. You, no matter who it is, must respect everyone. I am the new CEO of this company, and there will be many changes, starting from you," he said, pointing at the receptionist, "you are fired!"
She began to cry, and plead, but no one cared. "I'm really sorry, sir. Please, pardon me. It will not repeat itself again. Please, do not fire me."
"Who employed you all?" He asked, looking around.
"I… I did, sir." Ms. Fiona said, already on her knees to plead for forgiveness.
"I'm really sorry, sir. I promise to do better. Please, don't fire me, I beg of you."
"You better do," he said to the manager. He turned to the receptionist, and said, "tch. Have a taste of how it feels to be in that position. Next time, you will not wall over others, and treat people the same." He left. He had told the guards not to follow him, and they had no choice, but to obey.
Immediately he left, the manager heaved a sigh. She had thought he would fire all of them.
"Pack your things, I do not want to see you here, when I come back."
She turned to the guards, who had their heads facing the floor, and glared hard at them.
"Your salary will be cutt off by 15%. Get lost! All of you," she yelled, and they all dispersed to their station.
She sighed, and went back to her office, while the receptionist packed her things into a brown box. There was nothing she could do. Maybe, this will be a lesson that she will never forget.
She walked out of the company, and gave it one last look at the building. She had only worked there for a few months, and she lost it due to her ill mannered attitude.
Jayden rode in his scooter to the bank. He could just go back home to get changed, or go to the mall, but he needed to go to the bank first, and do some verification, then withdraw some cash. It was already 3pm.
He made a U-turn back to the company, he had forgotten his card in the office.
He met the receptionist outside, but he did not spare her another glance. She had a pitiful look on her face, hoping he had come back to reconsider. She was left in disappointment, as he did not even utter a word to her.
He went straight to the elevator, not saying a word to anyone. The manager peeped through the window, afraid that he had changed his mind.
"I forgot my card," he said, picking it up from where he had kept it, and left.
He arrived at the bank, and sighed.
"Time for another drama."
He walked in, not minding the weird eyes that wanted to feed on him. He already expected to have another drama unfold. He would not blame them. A person dressed in a delivery uniform, or anything of that class had no business with a bank as this.It was the most famous bank, and only the upper class saved their money in it. The minimum deposit was 5,000 dollars. It was situated in the outskirts of the city. With the number of cars parked outside, and the way the people entered in and out of the bank, dressed in sumptuous clothes, one could easily tell that it was meant for big influencers, and the rich, as a whole.It was a bank that everyone knew was meant for the upper class. It was Bank d'Finance, owned by a group of French influencers, who had moved in to the country, and planned to become US citizens.Everyone, as always, wore their expensive dresses. Everyone, except Jayden.Not like he cared. He just wanted to get things done, and rest. He was already tired of the whole drama.
The cashier was shocked. The manager was a highly respected person, and whosever he is bowing down to, must be someone of high caliber. The people who were present too, in the bank had astonished looks on their faces. He was just a delivery guy to them.Only the Creator knew where the cashier got the courage to question the manager. "Excuse me, sir. Why show so much respect to a delivery guy?" She received no answer from him, so she asked again.Rather than get a response, a slap landed on her cheek. The manager had slapped her. "Do you know who this man is?"She shook her head, telling him expressionally, that she did not know him.He showed her his Bank ID card. She took the card from him, and gasped in realization. The ID was specifically for Senior VIP clients, who had 50 million dollars in the account. She had first thought he stole it, until she saw his picture on it. As much as she did not want to believe that a delivery guy and the owner of the ID card were one, and the same
He was just returning from the party, where he met his lover, more like his sex mate. He hit on the road, driving at a high speed, while the loudspeakers in the car blared with music. He had been kissing at intervals, while driving. He had ran out of control, and had knocked Jayden down. "Oops." The girl in the car exclaimed.He could have just drove past, but he wanted to have fun.He came out of his car to meet Jayden, who was just getting up from the floor.Jayden turned to face him, and was about to say something, but he did not get the chance to, as the guy had already started yelling. Jayden just looked at him, confused. "Watch where you are going, will you? Now, look… you hit my car with that thing. Do you know how much this car worth? You, and your assets—if you have any, is not worth this expensive car."Jayden was very sure he did not run into his car, it was the man that drove carelessly, as though he owned the road. He was the one who drove on a high speed, and almost in
The officer bowed his head, and apologized. "I'm sorry, sir."The thought of getting involved with The Jackson's was something he did not want to experience. He had heard of people's experience with The Jackson's, and he certainly did not want to have an experience. He turned to Jayden, and frowned."Young Man, you must pay for the damages you caused." He said."What damages? You have not confirmed if there is any damage, before asking me to pay. He was the one who hit, and knocked me down. Why should I pay for anything? By law, he is supposed to compensate me, for damaging my scooter.""You better obey, or I might arrest you.""You think I am scared of you? Are you sure you do not want to confirm the damages?" Jayden smirked."No, I won't. Are you going to pay back, or not?" The officer said. He was baffled by his boldness. Was he not afraid of him, or even the rich guy in front of him?"Are you this stubborn? I think I remember you. You were the guy from the party, who did not have
The butler had called the company, and asked for some men, after he had received Jayden's call. The man was scared of Jayden. The butler knew Jayden was enraged. He needed to vent his anger. He knew almost everything about Jayden, because he lived with them, and watched him grow up. Jayden had a short temper, but he had learnt to control it, after the incident that almost left him traumatized. He had been angry at his schoolmate, for pouring water on his book, and refusing to apologize. As a quiet person, he was often bullied. Only a few people knew about his family. He did not understand why he was hidden from the world. While other rich kid went to school with their personal guards, the butler always took him to school. The boy had refused to apologize, and insulted him, after hearing that his mother had left him. Out of anger, he punched the boy, and he lost his tooth. Since then, he avoided anything that would make him angry. Seeing the cold eyes, and how he glared at the man,
He rode his scooter to the mall. He sighed, wondering if there would be, yet, another drama. The mall was the biggest mall in Texas, and only the upper class had went there. Only a few members of the lower class were accepted there, to work as cleaners, receptionists, or security officers.It was an 8-storey building, where a wide varieties of products were sold, and services, provided. You could find almost everything you needed there—food items, electrical appliances, clothes, spa…People were going in and out of the mall, dressed in, of course, expensive clothes.He walked in, with the expectation of having another drama occur."After today, do not come back. You are fired!" The manager of the mall said, throwing a white envelope at her.Jayden wondered what she could have done. She had just gotten fired, and he was sure that she would create a scene.He took a deep breath, and walked towards her direction, "hello."He had expected her to frown, and say harsh things to him, as he
They waited patiently for his answer. Mr. Thomas was confused, he did not understand why he had the smirk on his face. He had thought Jayden would return to his father, after visiting the mall, but his reply made him feel disappointed. "Take me to the beach house." Mr. Thomas faced him, ready to convince him; but he raised his hand up, indicating that he was not ready for the conversation. The butler could only sigh. "How could he embarrass me that way? In front of all those poor puppets!" Jane yelled, immediately she entered the car. Her friend ran to her, to calm her down. "I will make him pay!" "Calm down. I told you not to talk to him, but you still insisted." Jane glared at her, and she kept quiet. "What are you waiting for? Drive me home!" Back inside the mall, the ladies were still shocked by the scenario that just occured right in front of them. "What did you do to the man that made him give you such an amount of money?" One of them asked. She was the same person wh
Mr. Fernando had finally agreed to call his son. He did not realize that he had held his breath, until his brother touched his shoulder. Deep down, he longed to see his son again.Jayden was not expecting a call from anyone, let alone, his father. His heart beat skipped, he was unsure of what to do—to answer the phone, or not.He finally answered the phone, but none of them said a word. It was as though they were in a breathing competition."Hello, Jayden."It was the first time in almost half a year, he heard his father's voice again."Hi, dad."They conversed for over an hour, and Jayden promised to return home."Goodnight.""I told you. You just needed to talk. You both have pride!" Mr. Lukas said.Mr. Fernando glared at him, and he chuckled, bidding him goodbye.Jayden began to pack his things, ready to go back home the next day.After packing, he took his snacks outside, and stood close to the shore. The moon had shone its light on the water, giving off a shade of gray, and blue.