“Get out of here! My friend deserves better, you poor freak! Acting like she asked you for it! Get lost!” Madison shouted and the rest joined her. Dexter had never felt more shattered in his entire life. He was used to being treated this way, but today was different as it broke the toughness in him. He gritted his teeth, and without warning, he kicked Lucas at his lower abdomen and rushed out before the security officers could catch up with him. Later that night, Dexter found himself urging the bartender to pour more liquor in his shot glass. Buzz! He retrieved his phone from his pocket. {You know I hate it when my pay is a day late! You have just two hours to clear this month's payment, or I'll feed your foolish mother's skeleton to my dogs!} ~ Fibonacci. Dexter's grip on his phone tightened. It's just the beginning of the month, and he had struggled to make last month's payment. His salary was barely even enough! With so much bitterness in him, he grabbed the bottle of liqu

The chairman got involved, and as Dexter tried to defend himself, Sarah had enough proof, even when he suggested they checked the CCTV camera. The way he scanned the purse for minutes, convinced them that he had the intention of stealing. Dexter shook his head. He knew he should have never thought of Clara when he saw that purse. These rich people always find a way to treat him less of a person. Lucky for him, he was too useful at times like this to be fired. His knowledge came in handy on what most of them couldn't handle, so he was pardoned by the chairman. “You might have been lucky this time, I'm not sure about next time!” Sarah spat and stormed off. But Dexter has had enough! When he was done with work, he grabbed his jacket and went straight to Funds Banks. “Good day, ma'am, I'd love to speak with the manager. I don't have a bank card, so I wanna get one.” He uttered politely, but the calm smile on the lady's face was replaced with a frown as she scanned Dexter's old cloth

“Polaris is not for people like us.” She uttered. She could afford it, but she didn't wanna make him feel too poor. Even if he were to work for a year, he wouldn't be able to afford a fancy restaurant like Polaris. The luxurious restaurant was for the high and mighty only. “Just promise you'll come with me. I promise it's my treat.” He replied and they both went to bed. In the morning, Dexter and Ashanti parted ways. She went for her presentation and he went to his work. During lunch, Clara, Dexter's ex-girlfriend spotted him walking into the cafeteria exclusive to bank workers. Then she quickly walked up to him. Without hesitating, she stretched and hand forward saying, “Here– you can have your phone back.” Dexter looked down at the phone and asked why she was returning it. He had bought this as a gift for her birthday months ago. “It's an outdated android device.” She muttered, “...and the one Lucas bought for me is the latest iPhone. Since we are no longer dating, you can

Polaris was the most Luxurious restaurant in Chicago. It is an exclusive, ultra-luxurious restaurant nestled in a private area of the city and reserved for the elite. Its marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and handcrafted gold-leaf detailing gave it a luxurious look. Each table is set in its own Polaris-curtained alcove for maximum privacy. The menu is a rotating selection of rare, globally sourced delicacies—think bluefin tuna flown in from Japan, truffle-infused wagyu, and vintage wines from private estates. Entry is by membership only, and reservations can take months—unless you’re on the billionaire list! Not even an average man could afford such a place. Though people at work were rich, none of them were rich enough to afford such an expensive restaurant. First global bank employs the rich kids. Their roles were either manager, consultant, head of the team, who have little to no work to engage in… so Lucas, Clara, Madi, Sarah and 98% of them were just trying to get experien

Lucas ignored Dexter. He cleared his throat awkwardly, placing his hands into his pocket as if searching for his card, “Uh… I think I forgot my card in the car…” He said innocently as he turned to Clara, “Perhaps we should leave the table. After all, we are almost done with our meal.” He crossed his finger, hoping Clara would agree but she didn't. She shook her head dismissively, “No, honey… why don't you stay here, give me your car keys and I'll go get the card for you.” Her tone was soft and calm. “Just do as I say, baby. There's no point in going out and coming back in when the regular table is just over there.” A whopping 7k dollars for just a table? Even their salary is not up to that ridiculous amount, let alone his monthly allowance! The manager sighed and was about to urge the waiter to clear their table when Clara stopped him. “Lucas… the regular status doesn't suit us… Don't let them take us there…why don't you make a transfer?” She pouted, “What if someone recogn