They looked at Jeremiah and gulped as sweat covered their entire face and neck while their bodies trembled in fear.
They remembered all the insulting remarks they had made to him and also going as far as laying their hands on him and trying to beat him up. What a massive disaster this was. “What do you want me to do with these two, sir?” Anthony asked Jeremiah. The hearts of the two security guards started pounding in their chests as they realized that their fate was in Jeremiah’s hands. Same Jeremiah who they had just immensely wronged. Suddenly, they both went on their knees and groveled at Jeremiah’s feet. “Hey, look at what’s going on there!” “Why are those security guards bowing to that one guy like that?” “Who do you think he is? Maybe someone very important?” The bystanders stopped what they were doing and watched what was happening where Jeremiah was. “I am terribly sorry for laying my hands on you, sir. I didn’t know who you were and had been convinced that you were a beggar” the second security guard said hurriedly. “Please, sir, forget the mistake that just happened and we’ll forever be grateful to you” the first bodyguard begged. They looked up and saw the cold gaze in Jeremiah’s eyes. “You two want forgiveness, huh?” Jeremiah asked coldly. “Yes sir. We didn’t know we were messing with the owner of the bank. This is all Mister Ludwig’s fault for telling us that you were a beggar” the first security guard said, trying to shift the blame to Paul. Yes, Paul had lied that Jeremiah was a beggar, but that didn’t excuse their behavior afterward. Also, Jeremiah had told them that his family owned the bank but they refused to believe so what could they possibly hope to say that would cover up for that? “Alright, I’ve heard you,” Jeremiah said, and instantly, both security guards became relieved. They sighed in relief. “Thank you very much, sir. You don’t know how—“ the first security guard said but Jeremiah cut him off. With a condescending grin, Jeremiah said “Unfortunately, I’m not charitable enough to forgive two people so you will have to decide who gets to receive my mercy” The eyes of both security guards widened. “Sir?” The second security guard asked. “Did I stutter? Pick who, between the two of you, gets the receive my pardon. You have ten seconds to do so and if you can’t then get ready to both be fired” Jeremiah declared and both security guards blinked rapidly. “But, sir, how can we decide such a thing? Can’t you please pardon the both of us just this once? We both have families to look out for and getting a job these days is really hard.” The first security guard pleaded. Jeremiah, who could care less for his words, stuffed his hands into his pockets and said “Five seconds remaining” “Sir, please! This is so unfair—“ the first security guard said but was cut off by a heavy punch to the face that caused him to fall over. Jeremiah and Anthony looked to the side and saw that it was the second security guard who had punched his partner. They were shocked because they didn’t expect things to get violent so quickly. “Hey, Melvin, what are you—?” The first security guard asked but Melvin, the second security guard, climbed his body and used his knees to pin his hands in place. “Sorry, Owen, but I can’t lose this job,” Melvin said then punched Owen one more time to make him too disoriented to fight back then he put his hands on his neck and started choking him out. Because it was a reflex to want to survive when being choked, Owen’s body jerked. His legs kicked and his hands wanted to move to get his attack away but that was why Melvin knelt on them in the first place. After a couple of seconds, Owen passed out and Melvin stopped. He didn’t want to do it but he had to. Melvin got off Owen’s body and sighed before standing and facing Jeremiah and Anthony. “It looks like the decision has been made. You’ll show mercy to one of us, right? Well, I’m the one left” Melvin said. “Twenty seconds,” Jeremiah said and Melvin grimaced in confusion. “What?” “Twenty seconds. That was what the two of you used to give me an answer, even though it wasn’t some in the way I was expecting, but, it doesn’t matter. The deal was for ten seconds and you, my friend are ten seconds too late” Jeremiah said and Melvin’s eyes widened. “B-but, that doesn’t matter, does it?! How was I supposed to knock him out within such a short amount of time?” Melvin said desperately. Jeremiah scoffed. “That’s the point. I was never going to let any of you remain employed in my company.” Jeremiah revealed and saw Melvin’s eyes widen. “What? Did you think I’d forgive you after laying your hands on me and calling me names?” Jeremiah asked as he looked straight into Melvin’s trembling eyes. Between the two security guards, Melvin had done the most to annoy and disrespect Jeremiah. After all, he was the one who became physical by grabbing his collar and he had also been the one who wanted to punch Jeremiah in the face, which he would have done if Anthony hadn’t stepped in. There was no way Jeremiah was going to forgive him even if Owen had decided that he wanted Melvin to stay while he got fired. Another thing that made Jeremiah unsympathetic towards Melvin was the sight of what he did to his partner. It was very disgusting and Jeremiah had no use for someone who could do something like that. Jeremiah looked at Anthony and said “Draft out their termination letters and hand them their severance check. I don’t want these two being affiliated with this bank any longer” “As you wish, sir” Anthony bowed his head. Jeremiah looked at Melvin, who became hopeless and empty. Not only did he just lose his job but his friend whom he knocked out to save the very job was not going to forgive him after that. He was finished. Jeremiah rolled his eyes and started leaving, heading to the bank and Anthony followed. Finally, Jeremiah walked into the bank and he did a quick scan around. He saw Paul and Mary sitting in the customer service area like royalty and he frowned. “Sir, this way,” Anthony said when he saw Jeremiah not moving. “Anthony” Jeremiah said and the manager raised a brow. “Yes, sir?” Anthony asked. “You see that guy over there?” Jeremiah asked, using his chin to point at Paul. “Who? You mean the guy in the white suit?” Anthony asked. “Yes, him. I want you to freeze his account and don’t reactivate until I tell you to” Jeremiah instructed. “Understood, sir. I’ll have one of the bankers do that right away” Anthony said and Jeremiah smirked as Anthony left to go carry out his task. “Let’s see how confident you are when your money is gone,” Jeremiah said to himself while looking at Paul then after a couple of seconds, Anthony returned. “The job is done, sir. Can we go to my office now?” “Of course. Let’s go” Jeremiah replied and both of them left.Jeremiah followed Anthony into his office and being used to what he, as a guest, was supposed to do, he started walking to the guest chair by the desk. “Not that way sir,” Anthony said and Jeremiah halted, groaned then turned to him. He wondered what Anthony meant by that and more importantly, he wondered why the manager was standing in front of another door inside the office but then he saw the truth. “For special guests like yourself, we’ll be using this room,” Anthony said then he twisted the gold-plated knob of the door, revealing what could only be called a lounge for two and at most five people. The place was beautiful and welcoming to anyone who saw it. Surprised that there was such a luxurious room inside the already luxurious manager’s office, Jeremiah walked up to Anthony and both of them walked into the room. Anthony closed the door and Jeremiah took in the premium feeling the room gave. “This is the VIP lounge where our most important customers can sit down a
“Yeah. I need a card with a higher limit as well. The one I have will not suffice and it’s also close to its expiration date” Jeremiah said and Anthony nodded. “I’ll get on that right away, sir. Just give me a moment” Anthony said then he stood up from the couch and went to the landline on the wall.He called one of the bank staff to come to the VIP lounge and ended the call before returning to sit with Jeremiah. A couple of minutes later, a female banker with blonde hair tied in a ponytail and pink-framed glasses walked into the VIP lounge with one of the company’s laptops in her hand. She walked up to Anthony and greeted him. “Mister Jeremiah, this is Mercy and she’ll be the one to make the upgrades to your bank account and credit card,” Anthony said. “Good morning, sir” Mercy greeted Jeremiah and the multimillionaire greeted her back. “Can you please provide your banking information like your name and account number so I can make the upgrades you want?” Mercy asked as she ope
“Frozen as how?!” Paul yelled.“I understand your frustration, sir, but I suggest you calm down because you are making a noise and disturbing the other customers,” said the banker who Paul yelled at.Paul looked at the other customers and saw the embarrassed and annoyed expressions they had towards him.“What the hell is wrong with that guy? Can’t he address his issues more calmly?”“Does he think he’s in his living room or something?”“And here I was thinking that he was a cool guy, but he’s just a hothead with a loud mouth and what is this about his account being frozen?”The other customers started gossiping about Paul, which infuriated him more and made Mary feel embarrassed standing next to him.Paul turned away from all of them and focused on the banker who he had decided to pour all of his anger on.“Who gives two shits about these other idiots?! I’m a fucking multimillionaire, which means that I’m the most important person in this goddamn bank, so you better treat me like it!”
“Jeremiah?” Mary said as both she and Paul looked at him. “Look who it is. The disgusting husband had come to save his whore of a wife. Tell me fool, how on earth did you manage to get in here?” Paul laughed, while Jeremiah looked pissed. Though Mary was a disgusting human being for what she did to him, he still couldn’t stand there and watch Paul do what he was doing to her. He had to step in and put a stop to it. “I think you’ve done enough for today, so let go of her,” Jeremiah said, and Paul frowned. “And who’s going to make me? You?” Paul scoffed “What a joke. Did you forget what happened last night? You’re no match for me.”Jeremiah shrugged.“That might be true, but nobody said anything about me being the one who stops you because there are people paid to do just that,” Jeremiah said, and Anthony arrived with multiple tall and muscular security guards.“I think you’ve overstated your welcome, sir, and it’s time to leave,” Anthony said to Paul. Paul looked at all the secur
Jeremiah got out of the taxi, paid the fare and as he watched the driver drive away, he thought 'Maybe I should buy my own car. I mean, I have the money now. All I need is a good enough place to stay with a garage and—' He turned around to face his apartment building and, to his surprise, he saw his front door wide open. This time he was certain that he locked the door before he left, so that could only mean that someone opened it when he wasn’t around. Jeremiah hurried over and checked the lock to see if it was broken, but it was perfectly fine, which meant that whoever opened it had the keys and there was only one person he could think of. The landlord. Jeremiah went into the living room to see if the landlord was still in there, but to his surprise, everything was gone. The couch, table, curtains, television, and even everything in the dining area had disappeared. Jeremiah's eyes widened, then he remembered something and rushed to his bedroom. "No, no, no, no!" With his han
Henry pushed Jeremiah away, then he rushed to the floor and tried to help his father. "Dad, are you alright?""No, my waist hurts! I think that bastard has turned me into a cripple" the landlord said and Henry’s eyes widened.He glared at Jeremiah.“You crippled my father you asshole!” Henry yelled and Jeremiah grimaced in annoyance."No, I didn't. How could I have crippled him when his legs are still moving—?" Jeremiah replied, but the landlord cut him off."Shut your trap boy! I said you've turned me into a cripple, and you're going to pay for it!" The landlord yelled.Just then, one of Jeremiah's neighbors rushes to the scene."What's going on here?" The neighbor asked. The landlord saw the neighbor and he smirked mischievously."Oh Denison, my favorite tenant. It's a good thing you're here." The landlord said, and Denison rushed inside. "Landlord, what's going on? Why are you on the floor like this?" Denison asked.The landlord pointed at Jeremiah and said "This bastard beat me
The military lady refused to answer any of the questions Jeremiah’s neighbors asked her. Meanwhile, Jeremiah, who was also curious to know the identity of the lady who had just saved his life, asked the same question. “Who are you?” Jeremiah said, but also got no replies. However, unlike his neighbors, her response didn’t look like she was ignoring his question. It was more like she couldn’t answer him at the current moment and would do so when things had settled. Jeremiah groaned and then looked at Henry who was on the floor unconscious, then he looked at the military lady again and was lost for words. Henry was not only more muscular than the average man, but he was also six feet two inches tall. On the other hand, the lady who defeated him in an instant was about five feet ten inches tall. The power to kick someone like him and send him flying for many feet blew Jeremiah’s mind, and he wondered just how much power the woman’s slightly above-average height frame could hold.
Not wanting to be the one who got thrown out, the remaining thirteen neighbors attacked the military lady, and one by one, she took them down, leaving the floor a bloody mess littered with injured and unconscious men when she was done.Jeremiah was amazed by what he saw. Meanwhile, the landlord who no longer had anyone to fight for him, was terrified by what he witnessed.“What the hell happened?” Denison asked as he was barely hanging on to consciousness. His arm and leg had been broken, but he hadn’t felt the pain yet because of adrenaline.“So you’re still awake. I guess I didn’t hit you hard enough” the military lady said, then she started walking towards him.“No, no! Stay away!” Denison cried as he tried to crawl away but couldn’t with his one good arm and leg. He was only able to get a couple of centimeters away from her before she got to where he was, stumped his back and broke his spine. Then she went down and turned him on his broken back.“What did you do to me? My legs.