Nathan stood silently for a moment, absorbing every single word.They had just called Dwayne —the most loyal, terrifying, and respected man in the Walters organization— stupid. They had called him foolish. They had called him an asshole right in the middle of a crowded room.This was the absolute height of disrespect.These men weren't just bad at managing their customer service staff. They were arrogant, deeply corrupt, and completely disloyal to the very hand that fed them. They thought they were untouchable kings sitting in a glass castle.Nathan finally responded, his voice echoing clearly across the quiet lobby."I am supposed to be a regular customer," Nathan said, taking a step forward. He didn't raise his voice, but the sheer, heavy authority in his tone made the CFO take a nervous step back. "I am a regular person who absolutely hates injustice, and I was simply fighting for this poor old lady to get her rightful money to pay for her hospital bills. But now? Now I have seen a

"Ma'am," Dwayne said gently, his massive frame towering over her. "What is your name?""H.. Hartwell," she stammered, looking up at him with wide eyes. "Agnes Hartwell. My name is Agnes Hartwell.""Mrs. Hartwell," Dwayne said, offering her a warm, reassuring smile. "Please, do not be afraid. You are safe here. I understand you are trying to access funds for a medical procedure?""Yes, sir," Agnes whispered, a tear slipping down her wrinkled cheek. "My son... he sent the money from Chicago. I have surgery scheduled for this afternoon. But they told me my account is frozen. They told me to come back tomorrow. I won't have a tomorrow if they cancel my appointment."Dwayne's jaw tightened. The warmth in his eyes vanished, replaced by a cold, calculating chnk of ice, even colder than the character Sub-Zero.He turned his head slowly, locking his terrifying gaze onto the pink-nailed teller sitting behind the bulletproof glass. The young woman was no longer chewing her gum. She was plastered

The teller flinched as if he had been shot. "Y-yes, sir?""You are not fired," Nathan said strictly. "But you are hereby suspended for four straight months. Without pay. And before you are ever allowed to return here and step behind that counter as a worker, you are going to be forced to take mandatory classes."Nathan listed them off, his voice ringing out. "You will take 'Basic Human Empathy 101'. You will take 'Advanced De-escalation Techniques'. And you will take a full month of 'Business Ethics for the Working Class'. If you fail even one of those classes, your suspension becomes a termination. Do you understand?"The man tried incredibly hard not to smile. Sweat was still forming on the corner of his forehead as the ultimate judgment was passed down on him by his supreme boss. But inside his chest, his spirits were uplifted with massive joy. A four-month unpaid ban was a million times better than a two-year state-wide blacklist. He had survived!"Yes, sir! Absolutely, sir! Thank

Nathan finally managed to politely untangle himself from the group of crying, joyful women. He found his way to the main entrance.Before he could even reach for the heavy brass handle, the grand doors automatically swept open.Standing in front of him, lined up perfectly in the grand, Calacatta Gold marble-floored lobby, were three stunning young women. They were dressed in matching, elegant white silk shirts, the top three buttons left tastefully unfastened, paired with sleek white trousers."Welcome to the Sunflower Suite, sir," the woman in the middle said, bowing gracefully. "We have been expecting you. Everything is prepared."Nathan smiled to himself as he walked inside. Dwayne had played this perfectly. The giant enforcer knew that his Young Master hated extreme, over-the-top attention. So, Dwayne had called ahead and simply told the management that an incredibly valuable, VIP person was arriving. He hadn't given them the name "Mr. Walters." Because if he had, there would have

Nathan simply shook his head, keeping his face completely neutral as he took another sip of his champagne to hide his rapidly beating heart.Of course she recognized him!!!!!! The "chicken boy" who had completely disgraced himself in front of the entire world at the DemoDay had gone incredibly viral. His face had been plastered all over social media just a few weeks ago. He mentally cursed himself. He truly needed a haircut and a change of style if he was going to start interacting with high society."I'm not on TikTok," Nathan lied smoothly, not breaking eye contact. "I just have one of those faces. I just needed some time alone tonight. You know, from life. Stress. I don't do much.""Oh," Nina said, looking a bit disappointed but accepting his answer. "What do you do for work, then? To afford a place like this?""I'm just a novice hacker," Nathan shrugged casually. "I'm still learning, though. Doing some freelance work here and there to pay the bills. I could probably teach you a fe