CHANGING THE GAME WITH THE CASHFLOW SYSTEM

Flipping the Table

Vallero Tailors.

It is not just a name. It's a name, cloaked in luxury. Refinement and specialty.

Only business magnates, powerful figures that could rattle the fabrics of the society with a flick of their fingers sort out clothings from the industry.

The glossy sun of the day bounced off the towering glass facade, blinding. At the top entrance emblazoned the name in bold black; Vallero Tailors.

At the nearby parking lot lined sleeks of cars, a far cry from the beat– car Blake once owned. It wasn't a car. It was faults, problems and trouble cloaked in old metal.

Blake wants to erase his ugly past and with an iron pen, carve his name on a golden plate. He wants to change the game. The table must flip. Not just flip— Flip to the golden side.

In his ordinary cloth— a frayed jacket, stained with grease from years of hard work in the Walton's family while a black jean trousers which had long gone out of fashion, ripped in the knee and faded, almost turning white hung on his waist.

As he strode into Vallero Tailors, his appearance contrasted with the people around. The smell of wealth clung in the air— Rich Cologne, expensive tuxedos, glamorous gowns. Blake looks out of the league and his presence drives attention immediately.

People stared at him, lurching to the side as they avoided him. But Blake didn't care. He was confident. He has to be.

 To change the game, he has to beat the odds otherwise get beaten by the odds.

None of them know. They can't. That he carried a fascinating weapon of massive wealth— the cash flow system.

The cool air conditioner sweeps over his skin. His body temperature responded immediately, cooling down drastically.

The soft hums of faint conversation from patrons filled the air, weaving with the whispers from the air cooling system. 

Soft glows of light bounced off on the sleek surfaces. Staff members, dressed smartly in white uniforms move around with precision and purpose, welcoming customers with a bright practiced smile on their faces.

Clothes were on display— Some fixed on mannequins while some were displayed in a sliding show glass on a customized cloth rack. A show of wealth and power.

Blake was caught in the cocoon of wealth. He whispered faintly, nodding his head gently, satisfied by what he was seeing. His eyes roamed, taking in the breathtaking outfits on display.

Then—

His gaze fell on it. Just what he wanted. Perfect! Excellence!

His eyes caught a black suit in a show glass. It glows under the light, completely drawing his attention but before he could take a step forward, a voice stopped him. It was harsh, cold and uninviting.

"Hey, get the heck out of here, you beggar!" 

Startled with shock, Blake quickly turned around to see a male staff member glaring at him with fire in his eyes like he's an unwanted element.

"Are you deaf!!" He barked, his voice slicing through the thin silence, quick to call attention. People paused and watched with a twisted face.

Comments floated in the air in whispers.

"A beggar? How desperate!” 

“Looks like he was pulled out of the mud”

An old woman with a tone of wealth in her appearance pinched her out of detest as if the air had been polluted. “Yikes! Who allowed a garbage in here? I'm choking..” 

A young beautiful lady who just walked inside, shoved a $100 note into Blake's hand.

"Heyy..come have your money..I'm not a beggar. Damn!" Blake called out but the lady in red dress didn't even stop.

The staff member, Chris. He sneered, his face twisted with indignation and detest. 

"This is your plan? You upgraded begging to another level to leech off people?” He laughed and applauded Blake, sarcastically. “A smart move from a riffraff!" 

Blake's face suddenly turns cold. His fist clenched at his side. His anger swirled, motioned by Chris' arrogance and unprofessionalism.

“I just told you I'm not a beggar. Be wise with your words!" He stated firmly, anger growing in his voice.

“Wise?” Chris laughed, taking a step closer and locking his gaze with Blake. "Do you know what is more unwise?” 

His expression hardened.

“You, stepping in here and polluting the air for our customers. Get the heck out of here else—”

“Else you're going to throw me out? Drag me on the floor or whip me on the back?” Blake cut him off flatly. "You're going to smell the soil if you dare. I swear.”

Chris was momentarily shaken by his words. The coldness and the fire in it. He hesitated, his next words refusing to form out. 

But Blake is just another beggar who should be dragged out of the place.

“Like everyone else, I'm here to get something nice for myself. Excuse me.” Blake wanted to walk away but Chris stood in his way, blocking his path.

“Not yet.” He said with a smug grin.

“Where do you even think you are? A rag store?  C'mon do you think you can even afford a thread here? Not even a cut!” 

“And if I do?” Blake cut in immediately, his voice filled with intents. His voice was calm yet threatening. 

Chris laughed, amused. He recognized Blake's  intention. He wants to start a game. A game that he was sure Blake would get beaten to. He's a loser— He doesn't need to be told. He looks like one.

He sneered. "You're too sure of yourself and I know the right spot to put people like you.” 

He stepped closer, his gaze locked on Blake.

“If you can step out of here with one of our clothing, I'm going to fall to my knees in front of you and lick your boot in front of everyone but if you can't—.” Chris's expression hardened, threatening and intimidating but not to Blake. He was unshakable.

“You'll fall to your knees, lick all the staffs' boots and then I'll start a video coverage of you crawling out of the place like an insect. I won't stop there—” Chris paused, an amusing grin tugging at the corner of his lips.

Then—

“...I'm a content Creator and I'm sure my fans all over the world will be delighted to see my next post.” He laughed, already imagining how the scene would go. The comments that would buzz after he makes the video go viral.

Murmuring buzzed.

“He better crawl out now.”

“What was he thinking? Coming to Vallero Tailor. He looks like a rag.”

“I can't wait to see a human crawling like an insect.Fun!Fun!” 

Blake's expression dropped slightly. Not fear. But surprised to what extent Chris wanted to embarrass him in public and widely. 

He wasn't here for this. Not at all but one lesson must be taught to arrogant and snobbish staff like Chris. Right here. Now!

Chris misunderstood his expression for defeat. 

He laughed. "Is that fear? Are you going to start crawling or I should call the Securities to make you.” 

Blake didn't talk again. Without blinking, he moved. Like a storm through the idle murmurs.

He moved  to a section called the platinum wears.

Time seems to pause. Eyes were wide, flashing with shocks and...maybe amusement.

The murmurs turned to gasps.

What!!

What is he doing? 

Is he going mad?

Platinum Wears!!