FROM BANKRUPT TO BOSS

Chapter 8: The Imperial Kitchen

Kane pulled out the cards given to him earlier by Jackson Voss. It caught the street light and held it. Black, gold embossed. Stacked with $50 million. A staggering amount he'd only seen on screens. It still felt like a dream.

A faint smile formed on his lips as a thought came to his mind.

"It's night already. I could have tried withdrawing some amount if it's actually real." He said, aware that the black card can only be used inside the bank because it's top-tiered unlike common bank cards.

His stomach grumbled, reminding him he hadn't taken anything that day. "Let me get something good to eat then I'll decide what to do next." He rose to his feet and waved down a taxi and he stepped inside. He relaxed his back as the door shut behind him.

"Take me to the best restaurant in this city." He said confidently. The young driver glanced back at him, brow raised. "Yo' you're loaded? That place gonna drain your pocket. Sure we should move?"

"Move." Kane said with a faint smile at the corner of his lips.

The young driver looked at him for a while. People who patronize expensive places usually have a car. Even though some might decide to take a taxi there, this man doesn't look like someone who could afford a place like the Imperial kitchen. The most expensive place in the city. That place is not for ordinary people—it is the kind of place only meant for people who lavish money to feed their belly without even bothering to check their account balance.

The car pulled over at the gate after about a ten minute ride. One of the uniformed securities stepped forward to perform the security check. He looked at the driver's face and then looked at Kane in the back seat. He then scanned the vehicle with the inspection scanner. The scanner beeped, flashing the green light.

"Clear." The uniformed security waved them to pass.

The taxi rolled in through the gate and pulled over at the vast parking lot. Kane paid the driver and stepped out. He froze in place, the sight that caught his eyes stole his breath momentarily.

The pace was vast, a massive building— three storeys, It stood at the centre, all glass and concrete, illuminated with light that overlooked the surroundings that was another spectacle that the eyes couldn't deny. Expensive cars lined up, each one more luxurious than the next, impossible to look away from. Kane's jaw dropped slightly. He'd never been in this kind of setting before. This place...it was the shape of another heaven.

He snapped out of the trance and wanted to move when someone hurried up to him. The man was dressed in an old cloth but it was neat, the air around him smelled of dust, his hair scattered all over his head. He looked completely out of place.

"Please..help me. Help me, Sir." The man pleaded. "I haven't taken anything since morning."

Kane's eyes narrowed.

This man was obviously a beggar. In a place like the Imperial kitchen, it was highly prohibited for vagrants to come inside. This man must have sneaked in unbeknownst to the securities.

"Who are you? What do you want?" Kane asked, eyes narrowed to the man in front.

Before the man could answer, the securities saw him from afar.

"Hey, what are you doing inside?" Two securities stormed over.