Charles couldn’t get rid of the whole shock immediately. These three seemed like unlikely allies. If someone had predicted that Vera was going to partner up with them in the long run, he wouldn’t have believed.He was lost for words, and the only thing he could do next was to applaud them.“I really don’t get it. How could abducting James be worth all these?” he questioned, finding it difficult to understand how they would think a stupid idea was worth how they waned to get back at him.“Shut the hell up, Charles! You have nothing reasonable to say. We have had what we want, and it feels so good to know you’ve experienced defeat. If you thought you could have a nice life without me in it, then I hope this incidence have taught you that you can never be as big as you want.” Vera said, looking like she could hit him with any sharp object if she was allowed to.Then Tyson pushed James towards Charles. As Charles wanted to bend down to pick James up, Tyson shot him in the leg.“Ahhh!” Cha
On a busy Friday night in Los Angeles, Charles eagerly rode his scooter to the Silver Hotel for a delivery. He was excited on this particular night because deliveries to hotels attracted extra tips.As a full-time door-dash delivery man, his job was to drop off food and orders for people and various businesses. It was his only means of income and he worked tirelessly to earn enough money to take care of his wife. But she never seemed to appreciate what he did and looked down on him all the time."You can't get anything right. You're just useless." Her words to him that morning replayed in his head countless times as he rode quickly to the hotel.The truth was that his wife, Angela, and her family despised him because he was poor. But he remained hardworking, hoping that he would someday prove them wrong and earn their respect.He arrived at the parking lot of the hotel and parked his scooter."I'm here to deliver an order to one of your residents." Charles informed the receptionist at
Charles glanced around the room as he woke up and realized he was in the hospital. His head was spinning with questions as he sat up. What happened to him? How did he end up in the hospital and who brought him here?He tried to recall everything that happened in the hotel and the last thing he remembered was trying to leave the parking lot and hearing a strange voice in his head.As he was about to get up from his bed, the same voice replayed in his head again and he fell back to his bed.[LINKING THE BLACK CARD SYSTEM][10%...[50%...[80%...[100%...[YOU HAVE ACTIVATED THE BLACK SYSTEM]Charles glanced around the room in confusion, unable to understand what was going on in his head. Suddenly, a screen that was only visible to him appeared before his eyes.[System Host: Charles Lincoln][Balance: $23][Body: Weak due to exhaustion and trauma][Mind: 29(Normal)][Skills: Skills will be gained once missions are completed. Needs to earn black card points.][Black card points: 0]"What
"Excuse me, how may I help you?" One of the hotel staff at the receptionist desk asked Charles as he walked up to her. She examined him for some seconds, her face scrunching up in disgust because of his clothes."I’m Charles Lincoln and I'll like to–""Please, we don't accept door dash deliveries at Golden state hotel. Our residents are high class business men and women. They are served our very best exquisite meals and don't need to order food. Please, you may leave now before any of our residents spots you with your dirty appearance." The staff said, signaling to Charles to leave."You heard her, leave now. They have important guests like me to attend to." Mark added with a smug smile on his face. "And try to have your bath when you go home. You stink."Charles ignored him and turned to the staff. "I'm not here to order food. I'd like to pay for one of your services.""You?" The woman didn't bother to hide her incredulity. "Pay for one of your services?" She laughed for a few second
Vera led Charles into the most private and exclusive part of the hotel.She had been the hotel relationship manager for almost four years so she had seen and worked with a lot of rich men. After all, the hotel was the most expensive in the city and only very rich men could afford their services.However, this was the first time someone like Charles was able to pay for the hotel membership and not just any one but the highest. Within her, she believed that Charles was the son of a billionaire or a billionaire himself. If not, he would not be able to pay for the highest hotel membership.She thought so because there were tons of rich men in the city who were still humble and invisible. Most of the men who paid for the high hotel membership were humble and low key men. She studied Charles for some minutes and concluded he had to be one of them.When she saw him at the lobby after she received a call from the receptionist, she had initially looked down on him because of his dirty delivery
As Charles was still trying to figure out which skill to choose, Mark accompanied by the head chef of the hotel barged into his private room without even knocking. Charles and Vera stared at them in shock as they stood glaring at them.The man was a friend of Mark who worked as the head chef of the hotel. He was previously a Michelin chef before he began to work at Golden State Hotel. He was employed by the CEO of the hotel after begging several times.The chef was a very rude man who looked down on people all the time. Because of his position in the hotel, he felt he was better than other workers.After Mark was kicked out of the hotel, he called his friend and told him everything that happened. The head chef was furious and decided to confront the man who dared to humiliate his friend.“What is going on here?” Vera asked them, utterly confused about their attitude.Mark noticed Vera properly at that moment and found her extremely beautiful. Her skin radiated from head to toe and her
Charles, Mark, Vera and the head chef headed to the kitchen to begin preparations for the cooking competition.Vera assembled all the managers who were interested in watching and told them about the rules of the competition. Even the cooking and kitchen manager was present and he was interested in knowing the winner.They invited two connoisseurs in the city who would be the judges of the contest and they arrived swiftly. They were the best cooking judges in the city and they were trusted to be impartial.Many of the hotel staff gathered to watch the competition because this was the first time anyone was challenging the great chef to a cooking competition.Some of the kitchen staff mocked Charles when they saw him. They didn’t think a man like him would ever beat the head chef.“What does he think he’s doing?” One of the kitchen staff asked. “Does he think he can beat the head chef? That’s absurd.”Others mocked him for his clothes and shabby appearance. They didn’t even know that he
The head chef grabbed Charles’s leg and began to beg. “Please, don’t let them fire me. I have nowhere to go, please.”Charles kicked his hands away from his legs and the head chef fell to the ground in tears. “You humiliated me in my private room and in public. You claimed to be the best chef and yet, I beat you so easily. I hope this is a lesson to you. Never look down on people because of their appearance or status.”Everyone watched as the head chef groveled before Charles, begging. Mark was speechless and hid at the corner of the kitchen. He knew that his hope of getting back at Charles had been dashed. And he would be kicked out of the hotel with his friend.“Please, I’ve learnt my lesson.” The head chef continued to beg. “This is my only source of income. If you let them fire me, I’ll be homeless and poor. My wife and children will leave me. Please, I beg you, Mr. Charles.”But Charles remembered all the insults and the way they mocked him in front of Vera and the hotel staffs.