Robert McAfee; The New Student Trillionaire

CHAPTER 9

“ Stop this nonsense, we are in the 21st century and you all are still behaving like cavemen” Emily Smith yelled and it was no surprise to the group that it was Emily speaking .

Her voice cut through the crowd like a knife cutting through butter and after her statement which made the hall stand still she walked straight to the VIP Section, as usual she was with Pat who was invited for the ceremony.

With so much anger in her eyes after seeing how humiliated Robert was, she threatened to report the students and the incidents to the school authority and the hall immediately went dead silent and the students holding Robert started trembling in fear

Although, Emily was not part of the Elites families who are super wealthy she had an active and buzzing social media platforms and was a a big influencer, News like this on her platform would lead to expulsion of the students and not because of what they were doing but because Emily was the one pressing for it.

Emily brought out her phone, and after scrolling through her contacts, placed the phone in her ear. But just before the call would ring, someone snatched her phone from her. Emily turned around to see who collected her phone and discovered it was Pat Hunter, her boyfriend.

“ Give me back my phone” Emily asked Pat but he slapped her instead and the slap was so intense that it echoed through the halls twice and the students immediately brought out their phones to record this iconic moment and shortly the schools social media platforms started buzzing with short clips and news of how the biggest influencer- Emily was slapped by her rich boyfriend.

The headlines were trending and the students kept on videoing the scene. Just as they thought the drama was over Pat slapped Emily again in order to show his dominance that not even Emily could stop Robert from being humiliated. The hall was dead silent as he walked to his seat 

“ Guys continue with the ceremony, it's high time we teach these poor bastard's like Robert that they are not allowed in this school, talk more of studying with the elites” Pat said in agreement with the Orlando twins and the ceremony continued 

Pat had never supported Emily’s ideas on equality and justice, he had only agreed to marry her because she was among the most beautiful girls in town, and it would be a good image for him when he pushes his political ambition the next year. Pat informed everybody that he was going to sign the multiple billion dollar contract with the Ultimate family after the ceremony was over.

“ Once the deal is done , we won't see the likes of Robert and his mother again and we would renovate all the downtowns of Pinehills where all the poor and wretched people have camped into a more classy and sophisticated for more wealthy individuals to live in, the estate will be called Aurum Grove and I can't wait for this to happen then we would not have lowlifes like Robert in our city” Pat added as he was seated in the VIP Lounge.

“ Also guys , don't mind Emily , you know that she can be overzealous so don't take her word for it “ Pat said to convince the Twine group do that they would not see Emily as an enemy,”

“It's fine bro, now back to where we were, bring him closer to lick the shoe “ David yelled at a group of students to bring Robert closer so that he can serve his punishment but Robert had had enough of it all.

His eyes locked to Pat’s; he would have accepted it all, the insults both to him and his mother. But hitting a woman, much less hitting Emily, was not going to be taken. He told the Orlandos that he would make them pay, not later but now. Bucky laughed out loud; he asked the group to wait. He walked up to Robert and then asked him to do his worst or suffer a more horrible fate.

Robert brought out his phone and dialed a number; the phone rang once before the voice from the other side called out. 

“Execute Operation Phoenix,” Robert said. “Target: Orlando Conglomerate. Full financial collapse. Ten minutes.”

The hall echoed with laughter and murmurs; not even any of the A-Class family can bankrupt a full enterprise that fast, talking less of such a powerful family like the Orlandos.

The group waited quietly. Time began ticking. Minutes passed.

Everyone waited, mostly out of curiosity, some out of pity.

At the seven-minute mark, the hotel attendant entered. She was carrying a printed bill.

“Your bill, sirs,” she said, handing it to David.

David didn’t even look at it.

“Let’s give this fool some fun,” he smirked. “Let’s see how his plan turns out before we settle the tab.”

By the tenth minute, Bucky yawned dramatically.

“Alright, pauper. Your ten minutes are up. Time to crawl back into the gutter.”

Bucky pulled out his card. “Let’s clear the bill for the most expensive suite—$25k per night. Then all our food, drinks, and services.”

He handed it to the attendant.

Swipe.

BEEP.

Everyone froze.

The beep was unfamiliar. Off.

The attendant frowned, tapped a few buttons, and turned toward Bucky.

“I’m sorry, sir. Transaction unsuccessful.”

Gasps.

Bucky’s brows furrowed. “What?”

“Insufficient authorization. The card was declined.”

“Swipe again,” Bucky barked.

Swipe.

BEEP.

“Still unsuccessful.”

A pin-drop silence enveloped the hall.

Bucky’s hands trembled. “This is impossible. I never—”

David leaned over, peered at the card, and suddenly laughed so hard he nearly fell over.

“You idiot! That’s the old card you reported lost this morning! Remember? You said you blocked it!”

The room erupted in relief-laughter. David smacked Bucky on the head.

“I told you to throw it out, dumbass.”

Still grinning, David brought out his card and waved it theatrically.

 “Let me teach my brother how the rich pay.”

He handed it to the attendant. 

He told her to first swipe it for the most expensive room in the hotel, which was priced at about twenty-five thousand dollars a night, before swiping it for the rest of their purchases; he wanted the continuous beeping sound of the machine to echo in Robert’s ears.

Swipe.

BEEP.

The attendant paused.

“…Sorry, sir. Transaction unsuccessful.”

Now even David blinked.

“What?”

The murmurs returned. Confused. Anxious. The attendant quickly apologized.

“I may have… I may have input the wrong terminal ID,” the attendant stamme

red. “Please allow me to try again.”

She carefully re-entered the information.

Swipe.

BEEP.

Transaction successful.

The Orlando brothers exhaled, smirks returning.