Zen remained silent, his expression unchanged.
Celeste turned her gaze to Keisha. “And you, Why would a security personnel be taking a beggar upstairs? Did the executives request to speak with the leaders of the beggars?,” Celeste laughed.
Keisha didn't respond, simply pressing the button for their floor.
As the elevator ascended, Celeste continued, “It’s a shame, really. You two look like you’re headed to a costume party. The theme must be 'downtrodden and desperate.'”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea to attack these people who did nothing to you,” Anna said behind the big pile of files.
“You! Shutup!,” Celeste roared.
“How dare you talk back? Your on coffee duty for a week,” Celeste continued.
The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open. Celeste strutted out, still smirking. “Good luck with your errands. Try not to embarrass yourselves too much.”
As Celeste walked out, Anna slowed her pace right behind and turned with the pile of files , “I would bow right now but these files are too heavy, I apologize for my superior’s behavior.” She then hurriedly followed behind Celeste.
Keisha and Zen stepped out of the elevator without a word, heading down the hall. Keisha led him to the CEO’s office and opened the door for him.
Willow, the CEO, sat in her chair looking out the window when the door opened. Without turning around, she said, "Welcome, Keisha."
Turning to face them, she laughed, "You’re the only one who opens my door without knocking."
Willow's eyes fell on Zen, still in his cheap clothes. Her expression softened, and she asked, "Oh my, and who’s your hardworking friend here? He looks like he’s just coming from a job. Coffee or cookies?"
Keisha walked close to the table, her face serious. “Get up,” she said firmly.
Willow jumped up instantly, “Forgive my manners, please take a seat,” thinking Keisha wanted to sit. But Keisha dusted the chair off for Zen and bowed.
Willow looked at Keisha and the zen, she immediately understood and bowed her head, "I apologize for my oversight. Greetings, Great God of War, Monarch of Death."
Zen walked towards the chair and sat down, turning to Keisha. "You've gotten Mega a good CEO," he said.
“Sharp eyes and a good heart,” Zen said as he sat down.
“Oh my, I never thought I would see the day that the monarch of death would praise me,” Willow said.
Zen’s eyes scanned the room as he took a seat. "Willow, what's the current status of Mega?" he asked.
Willow glanced at her watch. "We have a board meeting in five minutes," she replied. "But let me give you a brief overview. Mega dominates the city's business world, deeply rooted in real estate with luxurious high-rises and urban condos. We also own Starship Productions, an indie film and music powerhouse, and UrbanEats."
“Is that all?” Zen asked.
“Not exactly, there are others but those are sub companies, we don’t relate with them much,” Willow replied.
Zen nodded approvingly. "You've all done well."
"I never thought I'd see the day when the Monarch of Death would praise me," Willow said with a smile.
Zen turned to Keisha. "I need new clothes."
Keisha nodded and left the room. As the door closed, Zen turned back to Willow. "What’s the current state of the city?"
Willow hesitated for a moment before answering. "There are four big families in the city. They’ve strengthened their forces in both power and business. While Mega stands tall, these families are the only ones we're wary of."
Zen's expression hardened. "Being scared of these families is a disgrace. They pose no threat."
Willow bent her head, with no words to say.
Keisha returned with the clothes, interrupting their conversation. Zen took them and stood up. "We’ll continue this discussion later," he said, heading to change.
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The scene transitioned to the boardroom, where Willow walked in and everyone stood to greet her.
She took her seat, and they followed suit. Willow brought out a file and looked around the table. "Today, we will not be following our regular order of business. Instead, we will be introducing the owner of Mega."
A murmur spread through the room as Zen walked in behind Keisha.
“Huhhhh!” A voice was heard from the room.
Everyone turned to identify the voice as Celeste, “If it isn’t the guard and the beggar, How dare a common handyman waltz in here right after our CEO,” Celeste screams as she recognizes Zen.
“They even put you up in a nice tux, looks like you’ve been promoted to security,” she laughed.
“Celeste, this is not a marketplace,” Willow warned.
“Ah, sorry ma’am,” Celeste replies still giggling.
“Like I was saying, ladies and gentlemen. Please greet the owner of Mega, the infamous Monarch of death,” Willow said as she stood up.
Zen took a step forward and sat on the chair. Celeste’s expression was filled with shock.
Everyone but Celeste stood up and bowed, “We greet the owner,” they said in unison.
“H-How could this be?” Celeste uttered, still in shock
She jerked up from her chair, falling back and shaking. Zen sat down and smiled at her. Zen’s presence was commanding the room.
"Good afternoon," Zen began, his voice calm yet powerful. "I believe in having committed people at Mega. People with the strength to pursue their goals without stomping on others."
His gaze locked onto Celeste. "Which is why, Celeste, you are demoted to coffee girl."
The room was silent with tension thick in the air. Zen then turned to a security guard. "Bring in Anna."
A moment later, Anna was escorted in, looking confused. Zen’s voice softened slightly. "Anna will be taking a new position as Willow’s secretary. Willow, instruct your former secretary to teach Anna her duties. Once that’s done, your former secretary can select a suitable position for herself among the executives."
Willow bowed.
Zen’s eyes swept over the room, "Mega will continue to rise, nothing will change. I have no interest in being the CEO or disrupting your work. You have all managed to get Mega here, Well done."
With that, Zen stood up and left the room.
“No one could say a word,” one of the executives said.
“I could feel the pressure choking me, that how dangerous soldier’s are?” another said.
“Not really, I feel that it’s just people like him,” another said.
“Celeste really messed up,” a feminine voice entered.
“Yeah, she really had it coming.”
“He looked really handsome,” another said.
Celeste was left shaking in her seat, as she refused to believe what just happened to her.
Outside the building, Keisha leads Zen back into his car.
“Get rid of the guards,” Zen said as he walked down the stairs. Keisha replied with a bow. At the immediate wave of her hands, the security guards halted and stepped back.
“What’s the next agenda?” Zen asks as he gets into the car right in front of the stairs.
“A popular figure in the city is hosting a party,” Keisha replied.
“Is it important for me to go?” Zen asked as he looked out the window. The car began to move slowly as Keisha shut the door.
“It’s an extremely trivial matter but I advise you to go, it’s a good way to get a breathe of fresh air,” Keisha said calmly.
“That’s a good excuse,” Zen said, still looking out the window.
“Arrange some good clothes,” he continued,
“But what about invitations? Aren’t these kind of things invite only?” Zen added.
“Like I said, the party is a trivial matter. It’s being hosted by Cyrus Gryce, an insignificant figure that my lord shouldn’t care about,” Keisha said.
“So please, just focus on enjoying yourself. Leave everything else to me,” Keisha added.
“Alright,” Zen said.
“If you say so,” he added as he finally took his eyes off the view from the window.
The grand ballroom was alive with music and laughter. People danced under glittering chandeliers.Zen stood quietly in the party that Keisha convinced him to attend. He watched the scene with a calm expression. Nearby, a group of people were deep in discussion about recent changes in the city.“Have you heard?” a tall man with a beard leaned in, his voice excited. “The owner of mega has finally shown up in Mega.”A woman in a green dress raised her eyebrow. “I thought Willow was the owner.”“That’s not possible,” another man, younger and dressed in a sharp tuxedo, shook his head. “She never said she owned Mega. In fact, she’s always been clear that she’s just a spokesperson.”“In her words, the ‘CEO’ of mega” another voice added.A woman with red hair swirled her champagne. “Maybe she’s just the face. The real power might be someone we’ve never seen.”“Who could it be then?” the bearded man asked. “Who’s powerful enough to stay hidden all this time?”“I heard a rumor,” the younger ma
Zen woke up to the gentle warmth of the morning sun filtering through the sheer curtains of the elegant room. He stretched a bit as he got up."It was so dark last night I didn’t notice how nice this place was," he murmured to himself, running a hand over the plush bedding.“When was the last time I slept so comfortably?” He thought to himself.Just then, a soft knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts. "Come in," Zen called, straightening up.Keisha stepped in, "Good morning, Zen. I hope you slept well."Zen nodded. "Better than I have in a while. This place is... different."Keisha smiled slightly, “it’s called luxury chief,” she said as she walked towards the table to take a sit.“Very funny,” Zen replied sarcastically as he dived into the bed more."I need to ask you something,” Keisha said.“Last night, at the party, why did you heal that man? It’s unlike you to step in like that."Zen shrugged, leaning back against the headboard. "I don’t know. I just felt like it."“Let’s
The woman didn’t respond immediately, but her eyes locked onto his with a calculating gaze. "Tom, I presume," she finally said, her voice smooth and deadly.Zen nodded. "And you are?""It’s not something you need to know when your on death’s door," she replied, drawing a knife from her belt. Zen sighed. "Why does it always have to be when I’m tired? Oh well, I was a bit bored anyway."The woman lunged at him, her movements were very precise and swift. Zen blocked her initial strike, countering with a quick jab to her wrist. The knife clattered to the ground, but she was unfazed, immediately launching a series of kicks aimed at his stomach.Zen blocked each one, his eyes never leaving hers. "You’re good," he said as he held her hand and twisted it.He cracked his neck and folded his arm in a boxing pose without moving an inch. “But I don’t have all day to play cat and dog,” He added.She grunted in pain but twisted free, spinning to face him again. "You’re not bad your—“Before she co
Cyrus and Zen arrived at Robert Leon’s house. The front door was opened by a lady.“Robert’s eldest daughter, Nia.” Cyrus informed Zen.“Mr. Cyrus, who’s this?” Nia asked, her eyes flicking over to Zen, who came with no briefcase or medical tools.“This is Tom, the practitioner I mentioned,” Cyrus replied, his tone respectful. “He’s the one who helped me with my issue.”Nia’s gaze softened slightly, but there was still a hint of skepticism. “Please come in. My father is in his room, but be warned, we have a team of doctors here who have been treating him.”As they entered, Cyrus led the way and they found Robert lying on a bed, looking pale and weary. Two doctors were scattered around the room, discussing treatment options.“Dr. Lee, Dr. Morris,” Cyrus greeted the doctors with a nod. “This is Tom. He’s here to see if he can help Robert.”Dr. Lee, a middle-aged man with a stern demeanor, raised an eyebrow as he noticed Zen pull an acupuncture kit out of his pocket. “I see we have a new
As Zen and Cyrus walked toward the door, the tension from the room lingered. Nia approached them suddenly.“Mr. Zen, wait,” Nia called out. “I want to apologize for Jane’s behavior. She was out of line. I’m grateful for what you did for my father.”“Can I get your contact, so I can call you to check on my dad once in a while?” Nia added.Zen paused, his expression still guarded. “Thank you, Nia. I understand the stress you’re under. However, I don’t think it’s wise for me to leave my contact information.”Nia looked taken aback. “Why not?”Zen glanced at Cyrus before responding. “I’d prefer not to be involved in situations where I’m met with hostility. Perhaps it’s best if we keep our interactions to a minimum.”Cyrus gave Nia a reassuring look. “I’m sorry for the trouble, Nia. I understand Tom’s point of view.”“Your keys,” Zen turned to Cyrus.Cyrus immediately puts his hands into his pockets, retrieving the key for Zen.With that, Zen walked out of the house, leaving Nia and Cyrus
Zen’s eyes were locked on the photograph of Silas and Malia. Rosalia watched, beside him, her own face mirroring concern.“Why are they holding hands here? Did she betray him?” Zen muttered, his fingers tracing the edges of the photograph.“What was that?” Rosalia asked as her gaze shifted to the photo. Zen pretended like he didn’t hear her. “Silas was known for his cruelty. If he had a personal vendetta, he didn’t hold back. You said he wasn’t a friend?”Zen scoffed. “Friend? No, definitely not. He never had a friend, only toys and people he saw equal to him,” Zen said, as he made things up.“Why would my late brother's wife be holding this Silas guy’s hand in a photo?” Zen thought to himself.Rosalia fingers drummed lightly on the table as she rummaged through old files. “I wonder why a tough guy like that would be holding a pretty lady’s hand for a photo.”Zen’s eyes were fixed on the particular photo of Silas and Malia. “This is the most crucial lead yet.”“I’m confused tho, you
“Who are you!?” Silas screamed.“Why don’t you look closer,” Zen said with a smirk.Silas squinted for a bit and slowly, his eyes widened. “No way,” he uttered.“Yes, way,” Zen smiled.“Tom? Is that you?” Silas asked.“I don’t believe it! Tom is a loser! You can’t be Tom!” Silas roared.“Thought you could avoid facing consequences?” Zen said.Silas looked up, fear evident in his eyes. “Please, Tom, we were classmates in college, we were all so young. Everything that happened was because of how young we were.”Zen’s expression remained impassive as he seized Silas by the collar and pulled him to his feet. “You think apologies can undo the damage you’ve done?” His voice was controlled but seething with anger.“I’ll be the one asking the questions here, and if you tell a single lie, you're not going to make it out of here,” Zen said as he threw Silas back to the chair.“What happened with you and Malia?” Zen asked.“I-I thought you knew everything? Why are you—“Before he could continue,
Zen, Cyrus and Guber had dined and laughed and as the final course was cleared away, Zen’s phone buzzed with an incoming call. He glanced at the screen and saw Willow’s name.“Chief, I hope I’m not interrupting,” Willow’s voice was warm and slightly teasing. “We need you to check out our yacht. Can you make it?”“What’s the name of the Yacht?” Zen asked.“It’s the biggest one there, it’s hard to miss,” she replied. He could hear her giggle over the phone.Zen immediacy turned to his right, and before him was the biggest yacht there. “Sure, I’ll be there shortly,” Zen said, as he hanged up.He excused himself from Cyrus and Sinclair, giving them a polite nod. “I have to go. Something came up.”“It was nice to see the real you, Mr. Tom,” Cyrus said with a bright smile.Walking briskly, Zen exited the super yacht and made his way to the neighboring vessel. As he boarded the yacht, Willow appeared on the deck, her eyes widening in surprise.“Did you fly all the way here? Don’t tell me you
The room hung in stunned silence, the air thick with disbelief. Yaya remained on his knees, his voice breaking as he groveled toward Zen. His head bowed so low it seemed he might sink into the marble floor. “Please, I’ll do anything!” Yaya’s words poured out like a flood, his hands trembling as they gripped the floor beneath him. “Just—just call them back. Restore my distribution channels. I can fix this! I’ll pay whatever you want!” Jun stared at his father, horror and confusion warring on his face. His voice came out sharp, cutting through the murmurs beginning to rise around the room. “Dad! What are you doing?” Jun took a step closer, grabbing Yaya by the arm. “Get up! Why are you kneeling to him?” Yaya barely turned, his eyes wild with desperation. “Let go of me, Jun! You don’t understand what’s happening here!” “I don’t understand?” Jun’s voice cracked as his confusion turned to anger. “You’re humiliating yourself! Him? He’s nothing! A useless son—” *SMACK!* Yaya’s ha
Zen's gaze remained steady as the man took another step closer, the condescension dripping from his tone. “Hey! Look!” Someone echoed. “That’s Mr. Yaya. Jun’s father. What’s he doing here?” Another voice echoed. “Do you even understand the weight of the people in this room, Tom?” Yaya’s voice was loud enough to draw more eyes to their corner. “Men who have built empires, shaped industries, and created legacies. And then there’s you—scraping by, pretending to fit into a world you clearly don’t belong to.” Rosalia, her frustration evident, stepped forward again. “Mr. Yaya, this is getting out of hand. You have no right—” “Stay out of it, Mrs. Rosalia,” Yaya snapped, his eyes narrowing. “You don’t understand the stakes here. This is about respect, and this boy has none.” Jun smirked as he pushed his uncle’s hands off himself, crossing his arms as he looked Zen up and down. “He doesn’t just lack respect, Father—he lacks everything. Power, influence, wealth. What does he have? A
Zen turned slowly, his eyes locking onto the man who had called out. His tone was sharp and mocking, cutting through the air like a whip. The man was tall, his stance brimming with arrogance as he squared his shoulders and stepped forward. Rosalia’s smile faltered, and she instinctively stood from her chair. “Jun, what are you doing?” Jun ignored her, his eyes focused entirely on Zen. “I’m asking what right he has to be sitting here with you.” Zen’s expression was unreadable, but there was a flicker of annoyance in his gaze. He stayed calm, leaning slightly on the back of the chair he’d just pulled out for Rosalia. “And who are you to decide that?” Jun scoffed, his lips twisting into a bitter smile. “Who am I? That’s rich coming from someone like you. Do you even know where you are? Do you have any idea the kind of people in this room?” “I’m well aware,” Zen said evenly, his voice low but commanding. “Now, why don’t you explain why this concerns you?” Jun’s hand clenched i
Zen turned slightly, scanning the crowd. His eyes landed on Rosalia, who stood a few feet away, her soft smile aimed directly at him. She looked stunning, her emerald-green gown flowing gracefully as she approached him. "Tom," she said, her voice warm and teasing, "I thought I’d never get through that sea of people to find you." “Rosalia,” he said, his lips curving into a faint smile. “You look like you’re enjoying yourself.” She gave a small laugh, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “You could say that, though I don’t think ‘enjoying’ is the right word. Awkwardly surviving? Maybe.” Zen arched a brow, the corners of his mouth twitching with amusement. “Awkward, huh? What’s awkward about mingling with a bunch of over-dressed people waiting to make power plays?” Rosalia rolled her eyes, stepping closer. “You’re forgetting the forced smiles, empty compliments, and the undercurrent of judgment in every conversation. It’s exhausting.” Zen chuckled softly, tilting his head
On the day of the gala, the Albrecht Estate was alive with energy. Cars lined up in a procession at the gates, with chauffeurs stepping out to open doors for the city’s elite. Inside the sprawling ballroom, the hum of conversation was only interrupted by the occasional clink of glasses or bursts of laughter. Waiters moved swiftly through the crowd, trays balanced, while the soft melody of a live quartet filled the air.Zen’s car pulled into the driveway, sleek and understated compared to the flashy limousines that preceded it. As he stepped out, two young attendants rushed forward. “Mr. Diel,” one said, bowing slightly. “Welcome to the gala. Let us guide you inside.” Zen adjusted his cuffs and gave a curt nod. “Lead the way.” The attendants escorted him through the grand entrance, where the doors opened to reveal the glittering scene inside. The air smelled faintly of expensive perfume and polished wood, every detail carefully curated to impress. Zen’s gaze scanned the room
Zen’s eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the soft morning light spilling through the window. He turned his head and spotted Keisha, sitting across the room with her arms folded, watching him with a casual smile. Her presence caught him off guard.“Morning, sleepyhead,” she said with a smirk.Zen blinked, then let out a sigh, rolling onto his back. “I overslept,” he muttered, a bit annoyed with himself. “Not like me at all.”Keisha raised an eyebrow, her smirk widening. “Even the mighty Zen has his off days, it seems.”Sitting up, he rubbed his eyes, then looked at her with suspicion. “How did you get in here? I lock my doors every night.”She held up a shiny key, dangling it between her fingers with a playful grin. “Spare key. Thought you’d remember I keep one.”Zen sighed, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. “Of course you do.” He ran a hand through his hair, then fixed her with a curious stare. “Since you’re here, Keisha… explain your schedule to me.”Keisha blinked, clearly t
The night was cool and crisp as Zen stepped onto the deck of his yacht, taking in the gentle sway of the water beneath him. The lights from the city reflected off the waves, casting shimmering patterns on the boat. Just ahead, leaning against the railing with a glass in hand, Sinclair turned, a grin spreading across his face as he spotted Zen approaching. “Thought you’d never make it,” Sinclair teased, raising his glass in greeting. Zen smirked, slipping his hands into his pockets. “Didn’t want to keep you waiting too long.” He looked around, taking in the luxurious setup. “But tell me, when are you finally going to get your own yacht, Sinclair? This ‘borrowing’ act is getting old.” Sinclair laughed, an easy, carefree sound. “Who says I don’t have my own?” he replied, eyes twinkling with mischief. “In fact, I have more yachts than a three-year-old can count. I just happen to like *this* one the best.” Zen raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in his eyes. “So, you’re telling
Zen’s gaze locked onto Silas, his expression calm but his eyes flashing with a dangerous intensity. “So, this is how you like to handle things? Thought you’d finally stand up to someone, Silas?”Silas sneered, but there was a flicker of fear in his eyes. “You think you’re something cause you managed to pull a fast on me with pure luck—”Zen’s smirk widened. “I think we both know luck had nothing to do with it.” He took a step closer, hands relaxed at his sides, his presence radiating an authority that made everyone in the room hold their breath.“Stay back,” Silas snapped, his voice wavering as he tried to maintain his composure.Zen chuckled softly. “Oh, now you’re worried?”Silas glared, but his posture had shifted, more defensive than before. He glanced around, seeking support, but the others kept their eyes on the floor, unwilling to meet Zen’s gaze.“I don’t have time to play with you, Silas,” Zen murmured, his tone almost bored. “But maybe a quick reminder wouldn’t hurt.”He mov
“Tom!” Nia called out, drawing his attention, her voice sounding urgent. She didn’t even glance at Rosalia, who was standing beside him, her eyes fixed solely on Zen.Zen looked up, surprised to see her approaching. “Nia?” he asked, standing as she reached their table. “What happened?”Nia huffed, folding her arms across her chest as she tilted her head, clearly savoring the moment to vent. “You won’t believe what just happened,” she began, her tone laced with annoyance as she jerked her thumb back toward a waiter who was lingering nervously by the kitchen entrance, clearly aware he was in trouble. “That waiter back there? He decided to make a judgment call on my financial status. Apparently, my card didn’t go through, and he assumed I couldn’t pay.” She paused, letting out a short, sarcastic laugh. “He even suggested I… ‘pay’ another way. Like I’d be desperate enough to trade favors for dinner.”Zen’s face shifted from mild surprise to something much darker, his jaw tightening as he