Trillionaire they never noticed

Help from a god

"You're fired!" Mr. Micheal spat, anger evident in his voice.

Scott nodded as he turned around and exited the office. He covers his head with his black hoodie and began to exit the company.

He walked down the staircase instead of using the elevator, and when he arrived downstairs he walked out of the exit door and began to make his way outside the premises.

"So, that's it, huh?"

While Scott walked forward he heard a familiar voice from behind, causing him to halt his steps but didn't turn around.

"Yes, Simon. That's it. I no longer work here." Scott responded without turning around, and his hoodie still covering his head.

"What are you going to do now? Where are you going to get money for feeding and other stuffs?" Simon questioned with a worrisome look etched on his face.

"Don't worry about that, Simon. Mr. Fernando is offering me a job at his company. It was his idea that I quit working as a cleaner here that's why I didn't bother pleading for me to keep my job." Scott responded as