My Sudden Trillionaire System Made Me Boss On Campus

Hateful Receptionist

The glowing sign of MOON PLAZA Hotel could be seen from miles away. The hotel was ten stories tall and designed like a palace.

John Valerio paused at the entrance, his eyes wide.

“All my life, I’ve only heard about how magnificent this place is. Only students from noble families are granted membership here. Now I finally get to see it for myself.”

He took a deep breath as he stepped in.

The marble floors were so clean they looked like mirrors. Giant chandeliers hung from the ceiling, filling the room with warm light. The air smelled rich, like perfume and fresh flowers mixed together.

Unlike the small roadside spot with plastic chairs and cheap meals that John was used to, this place felt a hundred times different. In a good way.

But before he could even step fully inside, the security guard at the door stared at him.

The man’s eyes were narrow and cold. His hand moved close to the taser gun on his belt. He watched John closely, ready to throw him out if he made one wrong move.

To the guard, John looked like a thief or a homeless man who had wandered into the wrong place. His clothes were too plain. His shoes were too worn.  

John ignored the guard’s expression and walked deeper into the lobby. He headed straight for the reception desk.

Then he saw them.  

Selene.  

“Oh honey, you are so funny.” Her laugh was sharp, like broken glass hitting the floor. 

She leaned against Blake, her hand wrapped tight around his arm. Blake stood tall with a smug grin on his face. 

He pulled out his regular membership card and flashed it at the receptionist, proud.  

“Dinner for two, and make it quick!” Blake said.

Selene’s eyes landed on John. Her smile slowly turned into a mean smirk. “John Valerio? How are you able to walk again after the beating you received?” She asked, surprised.

But John didn't answer.

 “And how did you even sneak in here? Did the guards let you in?” She furrowed her brows feeling baffled.

Blake chuckled, loud enough for the guests nearby to turn and stare. “Unbelievable! This place isn’t for broke students like you. What made you think you belong here? You always chase things that are way out of your league, don’t you?”  

John didn’t answer their insults. He kept walking until he reached the counter. He looked the receptionist in the eye. “I want your top VIP membership package.”  

The receptionist blinked. Then she frowned, like she had just heard a bad joke. “Sir, MOON PLAZA Hotel is not for ordinary people. Please leave before you embarrass yourself.”  

Selene burst out laughing again. She pointed at John. “Top membership? Are you trying to impress me by causing a scene?”  

Blake stepped closer, still smirking. “You think buying a card will make her run back to you? That’s pathetic.”  

John didn’t even glance at them. He pulled out his black card and set it on the counter. “Swipe my card.”  

The receptionist let out a long, annoyed sigh. “Sir, our lowest membership package is one million. The highest is one hundred million. Are you sure you can go that high?”  

“Yes,” John said calmly. “I want your highest membership package.”

The receptionist took the card slowly. She looked at John for a moment, studying his face, then swiped it through the machine.

The machine beeped.  

A red light flashed. Transaction failed.  

John gasped. His heart dropped. He was completely shocked and confused. “But… that’s not possible.”

Selene laughed so hard she nearly fell over. She held her stomach. “Oh my God, John! Did you forget to check your balance? You should have looked more carefully. You would have seen the negative sign. But anyway, thanks for the comedy show.”

Blake grabbed her hand and tugged her toward the dining hall. “Come on, babe. Let’s go eat. Leave him to his fantasies.”  

They walked away, still laughing. Their voices faded as they disappeared into the other side of the restaurant.  

“Sir, I suggest you leave now before security drags you out,” the receptionist said, her voice full of disgust.

John stood still. He stared at the machine, then back at the receptionist. His voice was calm, but firm. “The card has money. I think your machine is faulty. Try again.”  

The bartender nearby leaned over the counter. He lowered his voice, trying to be helpful. “Sir, there are only two reasons this happens. One, the machine can’t process a payment this large. Or two… your card is fake.”  

John’s jaw tightened. His hands curled into fists at his sides. “It’s not fake.”  

The receptionist shrugged, not caring at all. “Either way, you’re wasting our time.”  

John’s voice got harder and colder. “Call the manager.”  

The receptionist blinked, surprised. “The manager?”  

“Yes,” John nodded calmly.“Call her now.”  

“Oh, you don’t want to do that,” the receptionist said, folding her arms. “She’s too busy for small problems like this. If you waste her time, you won’t live to regret it.”

John leaned forward, his eyes locked on hers. “I’ll take my chances.”

The receptionist raised her brows, almost amused by his nerve. She hesitated for a second, then picked up the phone. 

Her voice dropped with respect as she spoke. “Miss Martha… please we have a situation down here, concerning payment.”