Fame Building System

Chapter 6

Her eyes scanned through everyone in the hall who was ready to tear her apart, limb by limb, if she didn't do what they wanted her to.

And with tears in her eyes, she walked up towards him, still staring at the vast crowd with shame.

She went down on her knees, licking off the dirty particles from his shoes.

Everyone chuckled while taking full records of the moments.

Afterward, Christopher was transferred to the main dining section, after which he got out of his restaurant.

After he was done with his meal, he was given a whip. His hands were still clutched to the phone that he had in his hands.

"I guess I will have to go to the bank." He said swiftly to himself.

With every step that he took, he could feel his heart beating hard against his chest.

Now, without his practical money and nothing to survive in school, he could only hope that all of that was true, or he would become one of those school dropouts.

"No, I can't allow that to happen." Christopher shook the thoughts away from his head as he made his way toward the bank that was just in the neighborhood.

Standing at the end of the queue, he waited until it finally got to his turn.

"Welcome to the New city's bank." The smile on the face of the banker was vivid, even though he was not staring directly at him.

He was about to reach out to the phone in his pocket and show the message to him, but the banker stopped him from doing so.

"Stop." His words hit Christopher hard, making him stop what he was doing and raising his head towards the banker, who was now staring at him with his face twisted with so much disgust.

"Will there be a problem?" His face was clouded with so much confusion, demanding an explanation.

"There would not be a problem if you had not come here in the first place. And there is no need to bring up your donation to charity pamphlets." He noted with a frown hanging on his face, getting Christopher even more confused than he was already.

"I don't understand. What are you talking about?" He could no longer help it but inquire, staring right into the eyes of the banker.

"Don't pretend as though you don't know what I am talking about, Mr. I have been a banker here for years, and I can tell just by looking at you that you are just one of those worthless roadside bums who has nothing to do with their lives apart from extort others off their hard-earned money." He returned with a sneer.

Christopher's face twisted into a frown as he knew exactly where the banker was heading now.

"And here we go at it again." He muttered under his breath with a loud sigh, turning swiftly over to the banker.

"First and foremost, you do not have the right to call anyone worthless just because life is on their bad side.

"And secondly, I didn't come here to beg for your peanuts. I got a message from the bank asking me to come here and confirm my identity." He returned, trying to put some sense into the head of the banker, but instead, he burst out into laughter.

He laughed so hard that a tear escaped from the corner of his eyes, and when he was done with his laughter, he looked up at Christopher, still trying to control himself.

"I have stayed here for a long time, but I have not heard of this technique of scamming people off their money.

"Tell me, is it your new invention?" He inquired further as a chuckle escaped from his mouth, but Christopher was not finding it funny, even for a single moment.

"Does it look like I am here to play jokes with you?" He shot a quick stare at the banker.

"I have a lot of other things to do. If you are looking for someone to amuse you every time, why didn't you just take a job at the circus? At least it would have been more befitting." Christopher hit back at the banker, making his laughter burn down immediately and his face twitch into a frown.

"How dare you?" He thundered with a frown on his face.

"Just take a good look at yourself. For you to get an invitation from the bank, you will have to make a deposit of nothing less than a million dollars.

"Do you think that I am a fool to believe your story? Just take a good look at yourself. Can you even afford a pair of socks?"

"Well, there is something like don't judge a book by its cover, and if you have forgotten, be reminded." Christopher stared at him, but the banker, who was furious, wasn't ready to listen to him even for a single moment.

"Too bad there isn't even a cover to judge from this time because it's all ripped apart."

"If you will excuse me, I have paying customers and not beggars like you to attend to." He glared.

"Next." He yelled.

A man in a classic suit and the perfect set of teeth walked into the place swiftly, and immediately the banker set his eyes on him, his face parted into a smile.

"Good day, sir, and welcome to New City's Bank. What can I help you  with?"He inquired with a smile still hanging on his face.

The cat got Christopher, who was still standing there, and he walked up toward them.

"You can't attend to him while I am still standing here waiting for someone to attend to me." Christopher hits his hands on the table, but the banker doesn't care.

"Well, for the records, I can't see anyone standing before me." He replied swiftly, returning his gaze to the new man and replacing the smile on his face.

Suddenly, a strong aura with the ability to turn heads around and steal a shoe walked into the place.

Christopher turned around in the direction of the sound. He looked somehow worried, with his face littered with sweat.

"Mr. Jace, isn't the VIP around already?" He inquired while the banker quickly got up from his seat as a sign of respect.

"No sir. There have been so many, and we have always been getting small clients. A few bums." He swallowed the rest of the words.

A slight sigh escaped from the mouth of the manager, and he was about to walk away when he noticed that something was wrong.

"Why are you attending to two customers at a time?" His eyebrows were furrowed, demanding an explanation.

"It's not as it seems, sir. The other bum isn't a customer, and he is only here to cause trouble, but I will get him out right away." Jace got to the telephone to get the security officer.

"Troublemaker?" Christopher's face twisted into a frown.

"A troublemaker?" The manager thought as he turned around towards Christopher but was hit by the hard truth.

He brought out his phone swiftly from his pocket to confirm if the young man was the VIP that they had been expecting all along.

A cold shiver went down his spine as he was the one.

"Are you Christopher Andrews?" He inquired further, trying to keep calm, but his shivering hands betrayed him.

With a swift dash, he got to a seat for Christopher.

"I'm sorry for keeping you standing, VIP Christopher." He apologized, but he was way too angry to sit.

"I don't need a seat. I just need my work done or at least my questions answered so that I will get out of his rudeness."

"You fool. How dare you talk to the manager in such a  manner?"The banker was about to say, but instead, he got a slap on the face.

"You fool. Do you realize that this is the VIP that we have been expecting?" The manager thundered at Jace, but he still found it difficult to believe.

"But how is that possible? You must have been mistaken, sir. This thing can't even afford the cost of a bicycle." Jace replied, still clutching his aching face.

"Are you trying to say that I am blind?" He fired, passing the customer's profile on his face.

Jace stared at it and back at him, his face breaking down into cold sweats.

"I…." His words broke into stutters.

"I'm sorry, sir Christopher. You don't have to worry. I will take care of your complaint myself and make sure that I punish my employer severely." The manager apologized once again.

Soon, footsteps walked into the place. It was the security officers that Jace had gotten.

"Good day, sir." The security officer greeted me quickly. "We got a call. Who is causing trouble here?" He inquired further.

"He is the one." The manager replied, pointing over to Jace.

"Assist him to get his things out of this place because he is fried."

Meanwhile, the manager helped Christopher with everything that he needed, and the white platinum card was handed over to him.

He could feel a surge of energy running through his spine. a feeling that left him with the sensation that he was soon going to take over the world.