The battle was drawn for Jenny. In the face of losing everything—her prestige, power, personality, and status—she was determined to at least not go down without throwing a few punches herself. She was not going to sit down and watch them tear her apart like a lone, defenseless deer.Walter and everyone else were shocked at her words, including Luke and Jackson. "How dare—""What does she mean by that?" Monica asked the couple, interrupting Walter. She had sensed before that there was something off about Jules and Walter. "What happened between you two?" Harold asked."Jenny, I think you should stop this," Jackson whispered into Jenny's ears pleadingly. "We have no idea on whether or not Isaiah would be able to help us. Please."Luke nudged him. "You worry too much, Jackson. Let Jenny do her thing."This did nothing to quell Jackson's worry of Jenny losing everything, but it did get him to keep quiet and leave Jenny to handle herself.Jules felt awakened. Like a beast that had been s

"Hey, all of you losers," Jenny heard Walter call out as his phone rang. "Come over here." He seemed very enthusiastic, as though he really wanted to show them something important."Is that Isaiah calling?" Jenny asked no one in particular. She was merely just speaking to herself. "It has to be Isaiah," Luke concluded. "Let's go, guys. Let's see if what Walter is saying is nearly even true.""Look, it's Jerry, the CEO of Javelin Insurance firm," Walter screeched excitedly. "He wants to show me a job well done."His friends cheered, all of them, excited to see what was going to happen. Walter placed the hand he was holding the phone with up just so everyone around him would have a clearer view while making sure to have his face on the video call, like he was about to have a selfie with his friends."Walter, from the bottom of my heart," the stout, round-faced man with crimson hair in the video began, putting one hand out with his middle finger on flick, "fuck you and your fucking fami

It was dark now, although the light from the FrontView Talent Hall still stained the sky with its brightness. Isaiah managed to walk outside from the place, not having to squeeze between the crowd of students and others alike, as everyone gave him necessary pavement to move, largely still surprised at what exactly had really happened to him."Well that was fun," he mumbled to himself, amused as he strolled down the red carpet. Jules' face flashed across his mind's eye, remembering her facial expression when she realized he had lied to her about the student who supposedly was in charge.He almost burst out laughing at his memory. He had indeed done quite the damage to her and her man's pride. "What a joke," he said.He was really cozying up to his newfound status. But as soon as he thought about it, his shoulders lowered. What if he got used to it and became like everyone else, he asked in his mind. He didn’t want to enjoy it so much that his newfound prestige would blind his mind to e

"No, that's not what this is, sir," Elena said, moving back a bit. She seemed a bit frightened."Then what is it?" The waiter asked again, clearly angered. "If you're not here to steal my customer and my commission, what are you here for, you bitch? Do you think I am a child to be lied to?"Elena bowed to him immediately. Isaiah marveled at this. It was such a surprising move. He observed immediately that the workers here had a hierarchy to them. "I am sorry," she said."Bro, look!" Isaiah began, standing up to the waiter, even though he was nothing at all compared to the waiter's bulky size, which he actually just realized the moment he stood up to him. He shook the surprise off in no time. "She isn't waiting for me or trying to get me anything. The truth is that she knows me, and I know her. She's my friend."Whether by the sheer unwillingness to understand what was going on or a glitch in his mind, the waiter grew red in his face. His eyes clearly told everyone who could notice tha

"Woah, not so fast," Isaiah said. "Not at all. For one, I am extremely new on this and I don't have any real idea on how to run a business. I have a lot that is keeping me busy, plus I am really still just a student. So I would like that you continue running it for now, thank you.""Okay," she said despite herself. "I suppose that could work out. But also there is also something else your father told me to show to you.""Oh."She reached down below and grabbed a box and then dropped it on the table. It was a dark red, wooden box. From the look of it now, he could tell it was heavy and made out of quite excellent wood. There were several designs around it, carved into the wood. Isaiah looked at it with a magical allure. It seemed ancient in a unique way."What's that?" he asked. "You should see for yourself. Your father said I should pass it over to you."There was not much of an explanation in that sentence, but Isaiah held the box. It was heavy, but not as heavy as it looked. He ope