Regression To Invest And Become A Billionaire

Chapter 6: The Return to Voss Tower

The moment Nathan Cole rolled into the underground parking lot of Voss Financial Corp, the wheels of his bike screeched against the concrete, echoing in the cavernous space. His chest rose and fell with each breath as he removed his helmet and looked up.

There it was. Again.

Ten years younger, but it hadn’t changed much.

The emblem of the company still rested proudly on the shimmering stone wall — a flat design of the letters V and F merged together. Not even creative. Just expensive. Cold.

Nathan climbed off his bike and tucked his helmet into the rear compartment. He brushed down the sleeves of his faded blazer. His fingers paused, hovering at the fraying edge near the cuff. It was the same jacket he wore back then, and he felt like it still held the scent of struggle.

Instead of rushing inside, he stood there a while. Let the memories hit him.

Back in his first life, by the time of his death, Voss Financial had rebranded everything. The logo had changed into a silver phoenix tearing through a coin. The building had been rebuilt too, taller and filled with glass, sensors, voice-controlled doors. It had been redesigned into a monstrous thing that screamed: “We are untouchable.”

But standing here now, at the beginning of it all, the building was already too proud. With those glass walls reflecting the sunlight like a mirror and steel beams tracing each edge like scars on a beast’s body. Nathan narrowed his eyes.

This was the place. The place where everything started to go wrong.

Where he had worked himself raw. Where he had begged. Where he had been betrayed.

And where he had died.

He gripped his suitcase tighter and stepped inside.

The lobby was larger than he recalled, not literally, but figuratively. At that time it had appeared that one could not live here without dwindling away. Today he walked taller. Yet the old aroma of lemon polish and printer ink still greeted his nostrils as phantoms of the past.

Suavely dressed men hurried past him, and none of them saw him. They did not even glance twice. It simplified matters.

A huge screen on the opposite wall was filled with stock tickers listing currencies, market trends, and the names of billionaires. There were short films looping on either side of it, boasting of Voss Financial, of its history, of its expansion, of its high-level clientele.

Nathan went slowly, his face impassive. People continued to pass him as though he was not there. Not everything changed. Others were not yet changed.

When somebody at last did look at him, it was with that sort of stare that scraped his confidence. A murmur there. A snort there.

Next, he encountered the first ghost of the past at the reception desk.

She was just what he recalled. Black straight hair, lashes heavily mascaraed, lips a bit too shiny. Soon she would be fired. But in the present moment she sat behind the desk with her customary smirk.

"Late again, Cole?" said she without so much as raising her eyes. "You ever good for anything?"

Nathan made no reply. He signed his name in the register with the pen. His fingers didn't tremble. Not as it used to be. He returned the pen with the same silence and walked to the elevators.

The air was colder inside the metal box. He waited motionless, and the elevator creaked up. Time had not reached here. The glass and the lights were fresher, but the soul was as grey.

As the doors opened, he entered the financial department.

The hum of voices. The tap of keys. Laughter that didn’t sound genuine.

He didn’t make eye contact with anyone. He just walked straight down the long hallway, his shoes making soft sounds on the floor.

There it was. A small office at the far end. A nameplate that read: Sandy Meyers – Financial Assistant.

Nathan pushed the door open.

Sandy looked up from her desk. Her hair was pulled into a sharp bun, and her glasses were slightly tilted. Her tired eyes lit up.

"Look at you, Nathan," she said with a small grin. "You finally made it. Victor's been on my back all morning about those reports. You’re not exactly making my life easy, you know."

Nathan gave a half-smile. "I finished them last night. Sent them before sunrise."

She raised an eyebrow. "You’re turning into a workaholic. Or maybe just trying to show me up."

He chuckled under his breath. "Wouldn’t dare."

Sandy smiled for real then. She leaned back and sighed. "Don’t let that man grind you down. You know how Victor is. Barks more than he bites. Just don’t give him anything sharp."

Nathan nodded slowly. This woman... She didn’t deserve what would happen. Not again.

Back then, Sandy had vanished from the company. Rumors flew everywhere. A scandal. Some said she and Victor had an affair. Others whispered about hush money. Nobody knew the truth. But Nathan remembered the day she packed her things. No goodbye. Just silence.

He had taken her place.

And now, here she was. Smiling at him.

Before he could say anything more, the office door burst open.

"Nathan!"

The voice was light. Excited. Familiar.

Sierra Voss.

She ran up to him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Her perfume hit him like a flood. It smelled like flowers and sunlight. Just like before.

Nathan froze.

His arms stayed at his sides as she pulled away and looked into his face.

"I’ve been waiting all morning. Where were you?"

He blinked, struggling to respond. Her eyes were full of something like warmth. Like she cared.

But he remembered the coldness behind that smile. The way she’d laughed with Brandon Mercer. The betrayal. The lies. The knife he never saw coming.

He swallowed. "Sorry. I lost track of time."

Sandy cleared her throat, her face unreadable now.

"I’ll go check those reports," she said. "You two... take your time."

She left quietly.

Sierra stepped closer. Her voice dropped. "You okay? You seem different today."

Nathan looked at her. Really looked at her.

She was the same girl who had once sat with him on the rooftop, legs swinging, laughing about wanting to own the sky. He had believed her. Loved her. Trusted her.

"I'm fine," he said, forcing a smile. "Just a long morning."

She gave a soft giggle and touched his arm. "You’re weird today. But cute. Come on. Dad’s in a mood. You don’t want to be late."

Nathan nodded slowly. He followed her down the hallway, but his mind wasn’t with her.

He was remembering things. Planning things.

Because this time, he wasn’t the naive intern. This time, he had a goal.

This time, he had the Bitcoin System.