The elevator ride down from the hotel room feels like the longest journey of my life. I feel the weight of my decision sinkingdeeper in my mind in every floor I pass. But it also feels liberating in a strange way. The cold steel walls of the elevator feels strangely comforting. No one is offering their judgment and expectations here. All I hear is the hum of the elevator and the quick beating of my heart. Closing my eyes, I exhale slowly and tries to calm my the thoughts running inside my head.
"Family Legacy, huh..." I mutter under my breath. Until now, I am still trying to process the strange system that showed up in front of me. The blue light from the holographic screen, the words flashing on it, the wealth and power it promised... It feels like something you can only see in your dreams. But this is not a dream. I have lost track of how many times I shake my head and pinch myself to make sure that I am not dreaming. Not to mention that the loud heartbeat in my chest tells me that all of this is real. With a sigh, I look down on my phone screen to see if there's any notification. There is still no messages or calls from Jannica. But I am not surprised with it. My now-ex-wife is always quick to throw me away when the situation is not in her favor. Still, I can't stop the small part in me to expect that Jannica will feel some kind of regret following our heated exchange in the hotel room. But as the minute goes by, I realize that she is truly not capable of feeling regret. All she wants is the luxurious material things in this world. It is something I failed to recognize while I was trying to make her happy during our marriage. When the elevator doors slide open, I step out of it and sees the modern-styled lobby of the hotel. I barely notice the expensive marble floors and the gold-accented decorations in it earlier since I was urgently getting into the hotel room. I can also hear the hush voices of the other guests mingling around me. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and past the reception desk. The receptionist looks up to me but I don't meet her gaze. My thoughts are still busy thinking about the weird system in front of me. I pull out my phone again and unlocks it to check if there's any new notifications for me. But there is nothing. No calls, no messages, no emails. It feels like almost everyone has already forgotten about me. Even Jannica, the woman I once thought was my everything, is already moving on and thinking how to live her new life as a rich woman again. When I reach the front doors of the hotel, the automatic sliding glass doors opens with a soft hiss and I step out of it to feel the cold night air. The streets are busy as usual with their bright neon signs and the buzz of conversations from people all over the places. But I can feel myself being distant from these noises. I feel as if I no longer belong in this world. I look up and sees the familiar blue holographic screen that appeared in from of me earlier. It is still there and hovering in my sight. As I focus on the icon, the blue hologram keeps flashing familiar words in it. [Family Legacy Activated. Wealth Unlocked.] As I keep reading the familiar words, I can feel my pulse quickening. I can also feel a sense of urgency growing inside me. My fingers hovers over the screen but I'm still hesitating to touch it unlike earlier. The holographic screen is still displaying the words “Pending Request: Transfer Funds” with the countdown clock ticking away. There's still two hours and thirty minutes left in it. I have no idea what is going to happen when that time expires but I can feel that it is something important. The cold city air is no match for the warmth I feel within me. I don’t know how or why this system is appearing in front of me. But since I have this now, I decided not to be the fool and let this opportunity to slip through my fingers. While I'm standing idly in the middle of the street, several questions suddenly pops up in my mind. What should I do to with it? What does it mean to have wealth unlocked when I have nothing to show for it? And how should I use it once I finally get it? The money I have in my bank account is not enough to cover my daily necessities. The savings I got from my mother are all gone now after I use it to buy Jannica the things she always asked from me on every occassion. And now that I have lost my job, I am not sure how I will survive for the next few months. Remembering these things makes me realize that my life is like a house of cards that is ready to collapse at any moment. 'Wow... I'm fucked, huh?' I take another step into the busy street and let my mind think of what should I do next. Then I suddenly remember the words my mother used to tell me. A person has a lot of potential paths in their lives. It's like everyone has a lot of doors to choose from. But once you are in front of these choices, none of them will feel certain. Without knowing what will you find behind each doors, they will all look like something that can lead you to the edge of a cliff. As I let out a loud sigh, a luxury car pulls up beside me and a familiar voice calls out. “Heh. You're still here?” I turn to see Manuel who arrogantly steps out of his sleek black car. I didn't noticed it earlier but he's dressed in a designer suit with his hair styled in a pretentious back slick that he thinks makes him look important. As usual, he is now looking down on me as if I’m some poor charity case that he needs to pity everytime. “What do you want now, Manuel?” I ask while keeping my voice sounds normal. I can taste the bitterness in my mouth but I am determined not to let him know about it. "Don't be so full of yourself. I’m just here to make sure you will not do something stupid, Chandler." Manual said with a smug grin spreading on his face. "What do you mean?" “Hah! Stop pretending. You are probably thinking how to get more money from your divorce, right? I know the likes of you. A poor bastard like you will always try to leech off money from us." I can feel a surge of anger swells inside me after hearing his words. Until the very end, Manuel will always see me a lowly person. He never misses a chance to humiliate me whenever he sees one to do it. "You can shove that money to your ass if you want." Manuel rolls his eyes at my words. "Oh, please. Don't pretend that you didn't shiver in fear whenever you sees us." I balled my hand into a tight fists. I was never afraid of them. But since they are Jannica's family, I always tried to be accommodating with them. I never argue with them or make trouble for their family. "I am done being your doormat, Manuel." I firmly said. "And my marriage with Jannica? I was a huge mistake in my life not because I can’t give her the life she wants. It’s because I deserve better than the way you all treat me.” Manuel scoffs at me. He's clearly unimpressed with my words. He is obviously not taking me seriously too. “What's with the bullshits you spat at us earlier again? Jannica will regret leaving you? Ha! Don't make me laugh. Do you really think the universe is going to give you a lot of money so easily? You must be going crazy now!" Manuel laughs at me mockingly before he continues. "Chandler, always remember that you are just a nobody! You are just a waste of space in this whole city. Someone like you will never have the power to rise on the top!" His words are like poison I don't feel the sting they used to do in me. I already heard those words countless times already. Their vile judgment. The sneering. Their mockery saying that I will never rise above my station. “I don’t need your approval" I said in a calm but firm voice. "This is my life now. I don't need to ask for anyone's validations.” I turn around and does not look at Manuel anymore. I will remember my past mistakes or my failures. I will use it to remind me of the things I need to endure in life. I keep walking and each step I take feels lighter as I move away from the judgment these people. The weight of everything that held me back in the past is starting to slip away. Right now, I can feel the unfamiliar yet comforting sense of possibility within me. I look at the holographic interface again and let my thumb hovers on it. The countdown is still ticking down. There's only two hours and two minutes left. I still have no idea what will happen when it after this. I feel as if I am about to enter an unfamiliar world where I will have the opportunity to take control, make my own decisions, and shape my own destiny. And I am going to make the most of this rare opportunity.I can't tell if it is the brisk air of the chilly evening or the sheer exhaustion I felt from from emotional disaster that happened to me today. But for once, it seems like all of my emotional baggage disappears as I focus my gaze ahead. The countdown on my holographic display in my peripheral vision is ticking steadily. The panic that I always feel is now replaced with determination to prove everyone wrong. I've been complacent for too long. I let the expectations of others drag me down. Manuel and his judgmental sneers, Jannica’s endless nagging and disappointments, her family’s mockeries and other people's harsh judgment as they keep sizing me up like I am a failure since birth. But I want to change all of it now. I stop walking for a moment and stares at the holographic display in front of me. Without my knowledge, the countdown has reached two minutes. My pulse quickens as I think of the possibilities that will happen after this. As I wait for the countdown to finish, sever
"I trust that you already received the funds?" I look at Harold Johanson first before I nod my head. I can't help but feel a little uneasy now that I'm sitting in of him. "Yes. I received them." I replied. My own words feels hollow although I am only speaking the truth. I have a million dollars sitting in my account. But what does that really mean? What did he expecting from me? Mr. Harold’s gaze on me never wavers. His eyes are piercing into me with a sharpness that feels like it is cutting through to the core of who I was. "Good." He said with a nod. His voice sounds neutral as if he is examining an object rather than a person. "I assume you understand that I am giving it to you not as a gift." I swallow hard and nods my head again. The weight of his words is sinking in. "I understand." I said carefully. "But why?" Mr. Harold nods his head as if he is already expecting that question. "You are going to use that money to build something. You will prove to everyone that yo
The weight of Mr. Harold Johanson's words still presses on me even hours after leaving his office. He is giving me the opportunity to prove that I am more than the derogatory words that others have thrown at me. I close my eyes and remembers how I barely breath in Mr. Harold's room. Now that I'm out of that suffocating atmosphere, the reality of what's been handed hits me harder.The money sitting in my account should feel like a godsend, right? But right now, I feel like this is a little burden. This is not just about the money alone. It's also about anticipation and expectation. Mr. Harold wants to see if I have the edge to turn this money into something I can be proud of. If I'm not going to be careful, this 'opportunity' will turn into something that will make me fall flat on my face. There’s no middle ground. It's either I make something of myself or I’m left with nothing and be a loser forever.I let out a sigh and stare at my phone which shows my account balance.[Remaining Ba
Chandler Logan's POV: The office is dimly lit with the huge fluorescent lights hanging on the ceiling as I enter the security office at New Leaf Corporation. I come here and expecting a normal meeting with Julius Mannell, my manager and discuss my monthly performance. I am also hoping for a promotion since I know to myself that I did a good performance on the last project that I handled. But as I get inside the room, I quuckly feel a tense atmosphere around me. Julius is lounging in his chair while his feet are propped up on the desk. His fingers are flicking the end of his cigar and letting the smoke curls up toward the ceiling. He doesn't bother to look at me as I stand in the doorway. The air around us is almost suffocating. Even without saying anything yet, I can already sense that something is wrong. “Mr. Julius, I heard you wanted to see me?” I said after clearing my throat. Julius looks up and meets my gaze with disdain and amusement in his eyes. “Chandler Logan” he s
I goes straight to the hotel with a pounding heart in my chest. Every step I take feels heavy. I can also feel the confusion, anger, and fear crawling on my chest as if something had already been decided without my knowledge. When Danica gave me the room number over the phone, her tone was full of finality and felt like a slap to my face. When I finally reaches the door and pushes it open, a surreal sight welcomes me in an instant. The room is too luxurious that I can only afford in my dreams. There's a lot of huge furniture everywhere, expensive paintings on the walls, and thick carpets covering the floor. It is a huge contrast to the frugal life I've been living until now. Jannica is sitting on the plush sofa with her mother beside her. They are quietly sipping tea and completely at ease, as if they didn't just invited me here to watch the end of my marriage and my career. My eyes flickers to Jannica first, and then to Danica, who gives me a resentful glare that makes my blood
There is now a hologram is blinking in front of before me. Its faint blue light is casting a gentle glow inside the whole room. For a moment, it feels like I slips into a strange dream similar to a virtual game. I can feel my heart beating so fast in my chest. My palm is also starting to sweat. As I continue staring at the hologram, I can feel my body trembling in mixed confusion, amazement and fear. Soon, I can hear a mechanical voice in my mind. Its words is waking me up from my trance. I blink my eyes rapidly and reads the words written on it. [Wealthy System Activated.] I shake my head and squints my eyes on the words in front of me again. What is going on right now? These things doesn’t make sense at all. I shake my head again and try to force myself to focus. The words 'Character Profile' on the holographic screen flashes for a moment before coming into sharp focus again. My name, Chandler Logan, is displayed first, follows by something that causes my stomach to churn.