FROM BANKRUPT TO BOSS

NEURA TECH

Terry, the guy bathed in gold bling Blings that sparkled under the glows, catching all eyes like constellations. He spun.

His face twisted to a tight frown expressing clear disgust immediately his eyes fell on Kane.

He looked Kane up and down like a rat that crawled into the opulence of Neura Tech.

“And who the f*ck are you c*nt?!"

Terry is a Mal èlevé. He's loutish and bullies anyone that crosses paths with him. Everyone is nothing to him. He doesn't just walk, he swaggers, stamping the ground like he owns the universe.

Lecturers in the university knew better than to mark Terry Gagarin's report sheet with red ink. During exams time, no one would smell his air in the school but he doesn't fail.

To some girls in the school, he's a superstar, the only richest guy on campus who spends money like wasted time.

Once his eyes meet anything under the skirt, he must strip it down and get in between. He's a jerk but who dares say that before his face? The most popular guy in Medallion University.

Terry is not known to have a serious relationship. He doesn't. He picked girls...used them like cloth and tossed them like trash. He moves to the next.

To some girls, he's the real prize. Golden medal.

To some guys, he's a threat because girls fall for him easily. Some envied him, not just his money but also because of his look. An appearance that makes heads turn;

Sharp jawline, swagger that kills, steel blue eyes that could strip the opposite gender naked.

His lifestyle is rotten but he calls it civilized and living large.

Not once, not twice, his mother had caught used condoms and untouched ones, waiting to be unwrapped for the next hottie that would warm his bed.

Anna, the female staff member of Neura Tech who he slapped was one of the girls he had been chasing but she was proving hard to get.

Girls like her, playing hard to get, they make up his portfolio and he'd always boast to his pals how he gets them in bed. To him, intimacy is just a game and he doesn't lose. He's well equipped after all. He got the bag and the look of a star envied by all.

His gallery is like a p**n Vids. Collection. He isn't ashamed about it. He gives his phone out freely and when people see the Explicit contents on his phone, he simply waves off casually. Not a big deal.

He's the kind of person that will uninstall Bible apps and replace it with Br*zzer.

Kane didn't speak. Not yet. He looked at him, steel gaze, hands jammed into his pocket calmly as though the earth wasn't moving.

Merely hearing how the guy before him speaks, he knew he was indeed a scoundrel— Those rich brats foreign brats that assume they can walk on any ground and pick anyone's pie.

Terry turned to Anna. Her head tilted lightly, hands holding her burning cheek, tears gushing from her swollen eyes.

“I broke the laptop but she's paying for it!” He said loudly more to the people around than to Anna.

People gasped.

“He ruined the laptop and wants the poor girl to clean his mess?" Someone muttered in surprise.

“That is pure wickedness!” Another person.

Staff members were careful not to let out a slight breath. Terry's father, Richard Gagarin is one of the top shareholders of Neura Tech.

They could only nod like idiots, concurring with every Baloney Terry threw at them. It was fear. Not Reverence.

Hearing Terry's nonchalant words, Kane's anger spiked.

Terry just assaulted a woman when he was the one who started the mess and he could even say it in boldly in front of everyone as though it was a normal thing. The sheer audacity!

Removing his right hand from his pocket, Kane tapped him on his shoulder gently.

Terry turned sharply, his face a mix of anger and disgust.

“Did I just hear you say you smashed the computer and this lady here is going to pay?" He asked, voice calm, disbelief slightly evidence but his expression was unreadable.

Terry brushed off invisible specks of dust from his shirt.

He glared. “Don't you dare lay that filthy hand of yours on me again, otherwise you're going to bite those fingers in regret.”

Kane scoffed, amused but his expression remained indifferent.

“Am i?” He took a step closer, gaze hard like steel.