The following morning, Gary was up on time, despite having slept really late. He woke up before everyone else as usual. He cleaned the entire house and did the laundry. He had less than a week. When he would eventually leave, he would definitely miss all of… all of this. The cleaning, the cooking, the shouting. None of it was pretty, none of it was comfortable. But it was a chapter of his life he would never open again, a room he would never visit. Once he was done, he would be out of the Lancaster's house for good. He would fully be Master Wang, heir to the trillion dollar empire. Gary flipped the eggs, setting them carefully on the plates one after the other. He made the family’s favourite for breakfast. Scrambled eggs, Pineapple juice and toast. A weird combination only them enjoyed. Gary hummed gently, trying to push away the thoughts of the mysterious rung nagging behind his head. He had made a resolve the previous night not to allow some mysterious shit ruin his day or allow

The Lancaster family reclined at the table to have breakfast and pray to Buddha, their usual ritual. Evelyn fought hard to keep her eyes off Gary, who was seated at his usual spot, the corner of the dining room, where he would sit on a small seat to eat his meal. “You know, Gary is a really good cook,” Evelyn said out loud. “He never fails to impress me. I’m thinking, instead of staying at home all day doing nothing, we could set up a business for him under our name so he can attract huge clients.” Everyone stopped eating to look at Evelyn, whose face was more radiant than it had been for a long, long time. “I mean, we should open a restaurant and make him manager. He would be able to get himself busy and take care of his grandmother. With the recent $450 contract, we are attracting so many clients and partners. They would definitely want to try the Lancaster’s restaurant. Gary would be putting his skill to use.” The dining was quiet. Even Gary had his food stuck halfway down his

John Kennedy Airport was the definition of true luxury. It was more than an airport, it was a home to air birds, public and private. Only the wealthy could afford to use that airport or even walk on those grounds. Clearly, Nora had made it big, big enough to have hired her own private jet. People could be seen driving their convoys, welcoming loved ones and perhaps, hated ones, also. It was a known fact that your greatest enemy is in your home. Gary could relate so explicitly. Finally, as soon as the clock struck 12:15 pm, the convoy came to a halt. Gary stepped out of the car and was about to walk away when Enrique stopped him. “Hey, where the fuck are you going? Come open the door for me and don’t walk away like you are someone important.” Gary paused, and then he smiled. He then turned back and walked back to the Black Sedan, to the passenger seat at the back where Enrique was seated like Randy Watson from Coming to America. Gary knocked on the window, and then Enrique wou

The maitre d’ finally spoke up. “Actually, sir, in Chateau Blanc, we have 4 rooms. The Gold Room, costing $5 Million for a session. The Platinum Room, costing $10 Million for a session. Then we have the Diamond room which, meals and other services costing $40 Million for an hour. And lastly, we have the Celestial Chamber costing $120 Million for 12 hours for all services.” The maitre d’ ended by saying, shakingly, “And you, sir, are in the Celestial Chamber. Only two people have the right to access the room. First, the worthy, and secondly, the Wang Empire.” At the mention of the Wang Empire, Gary smiled. He was not even aware himself. As it were, he had more power than he realised. It would be safe to say he, his empire, controlled America. A fact. His company racked up more than $100 Trillion every year. So he was not surprised at all. Enrique’s stomach twisted like a knot. The food in his mouth suddenly tasted like rocks. His hands began to shiver. He had not even looked up the

“What do you mean it is on the house? Does that… mean I am.. I am free?” asked Enrique stammering. Mr. Don was not sure what to say. He looked at Gary like he needed direction from him. He was not sure of what to say, how to act, how to breathe. “I will cover the expenses, Mr. Don.” Gary finally spoke. The entire room of seven people turned to look at him. “Will you shut the fuck up, asshole? Do you want to die? Get on your knees and beg with me, and perhaps, Mr. Don may be kind enough to alleviate the pain and wrath he is about to inflict on us,” roared Enrique. Gary only giggled. He looked at Nova, who was also calm. She was frightened. The name Mr. Don scared her already how much more Master Wang. She averted her gaze to Gary, finding some things unusual. Like how confident he strode, how calm he was, how well calculated his words were. It seemed as if he had a hidden power of his own that he was yet to possess. ‘Or does he?’ Nova asked. “Mr. Don, I understand that the fool