Unstoppable Jack

Chapter 7: New wealth

Jack walked into the doors of the large, imposing building, and he took a deep breath. He felt a knot in his stomach, but he knew he had to do this. He had to face his past head-on. He needed to take revenge for all the things the man had done to him.

He made his way to the reception desk, where a friendly-looking woman sat behind the counter. She looked up at him and smiled.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

Jack took a deep breath and tried to sound as confident as possible.

"I'm here to see Mr. Smith," he said, feeling his heart pounding in his chest.

The receptionist's smile faded a bit, and she raised an eyebrow. "Do you have an appointment?" she asked.

Jack swallowed hard. "No, I don't," he said. "But this is important. It's urgent."

She looked at him skeptically, but she picked up the phone and dialed a number. After a few moments, she spoke into the receiver.

"Mr. Smith?"

"There's a man here who says he needs to speak with you," the receptionist said. "He doesn't have an appointment, but he says it's urgent."

There was a long pause, and then the receptionist looked up at Jack.

"Mr. Smith will see you in his office," she said. "I'll show you the way."

Jack followed her down a long, marble-floored hallway, his heart pounding in his chest. He felt like he was walking to his own execution.

At the end of the hallway was a large, ornate door.

The receptionist opened the door, and Jack stepped inside. He found himself in a large, opulent office with a huge desk in the middle. Behind the desk was a man who could only be Mr. Smith.

He was an imposing figure with a booming voice and a powerful presence. He looked up at Jack and fixed him with a stern gaze. Jack knew the man recognized him from the hard look he had given him.

"Well?" he said. "What is it that's so urgent?"

Jack took a deep breath and began to speak.

"It's about my time at your company," he said. "There is something I need to tell you."

Mr. Smith leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers in front of his face. "Go on," he said, his voice calm and measured.

Jack took another deep breath. He knew he had to choose his words carefully.

"I was a hard worker at your company," he began. "I always did my best to complete my tasks and meet your expectations. But I was never given the recognition or opportunities I deserved. I felt like I was being taken advantage of."

Mr. Smith's expression remained unchanged, but he gestured for Jack to continue. "You never gave me the chance to express myself, even when you knew I was innocent." Slowly, Jack's anger was rising, and Mr. Smith knew he needed to say something quick; he wanted no drama.

"Some may take it that I fired you out of spite, and they might be correct on that. We would easily want to overrule the fact that you were trying to take over my company." Mr. Smith's statement was confusing in every sense of the word. Slowly, Jack began to wonder what he meant by that.

"You were the beloved face of my company, and this threatened my position." Mr. Smith added, "What would you have had me do?"

"How can you say such a thing? We both know my good character has brought me to where I am today, not other things. Jack retorted, slowly suppressing the anger within.

"If you must know, I set you up for the mistakes you committed and then fired you afterwards. Now who is looking to make ends meet?" Mr. Smith asked with a vile laugh on his face.

Jack was calm and confident; he picked up his new gadget, one that had Mr. Smith surprised at the luxury, and placed it on his ear.

"Sanchez, how much will it cost to buy the entire delivery company from the chairman?" He asked. 

"Six million dollars." Sanchez announced. It was not as expensive as Jack had thought it would be. He needed to make a bold statement, and the best way possible to make such a statement was by getting to be the new chairman.

"Buy it from the chairman and instruct him to fire his current manager." Mr. Smith slowly got up from the couch, confused and curious, getting the best out of him.

"What does a poor boy like you know about business? You are only a mere delivery guy." Jack smiled, slowly waiting for the message to step right in.

Suddenly, Mr. Smith heard a beep on his phone. He gasped in shock when he saw that the company chairman had fired him after swiping the lens to check the message's content.

"I am the current owner of this delivery company. This means every single thing right here belongs to me." Jack revealed himself and confidently walked over to meet Mr. Smith.

"You always thought I was a serving boy. I am glad, however, that I have proven you wrong, and this would just be the beginning." Jack wasn't done with the man yet; he needed him to suffer for all the mental turmoil he had made him undergo.

He placed a call once again to Sanchez, who picked up almost immediately. "I need you to send some of the soldiers over here to pick someone up." Jack instructed her and hung up.

Jack was shocked to see Mr. Smith getting down on his knees and begging for mercy. The sight before him was sensational. Suddenly, the door burst open, and several soldiers stepped in, gripping Mr. Smith by both arms and walking him away.

Right before he left, Jack took one last look at his newly acquired brand and smiled to himself, knowing he had done the right thing. Everyone who had made him go through mental turmoil was going to pay, and one of them would be Jen.