The Domination Of Young Master Luke

Chapter 3 - Here To Meet The President

After stepping out of the taxi, he walked straight toward the company building. His pace was steady, almost eager, yet his face stayed calm and unreadable.

Now and then, he smiled at people passing by, judging from their uniforms that they were company employees. Most ignored him outright. A few noticed him, only to shoot him annoyed looks, as if they had just seen a lunatic man.

After all, who in their right mind smiles at strangers they do not even know? For no particular reason?

Luke didn't mind. He is in a far greater mood now.

When he reached the gate, the excitement in his chest spiked the moment the massive building came into full view.

It was huge. Beautiful and elegant. Impossible to miss.

He stopped for a moment, taking in the structure and the sleek design. By his estimate, it had more than fifty floors.

“So impressive,” he muttered under his breath, genuinely awed.

He could not help but praise the architect in his mind. Whoever designed this place knew exactly what they were doing.

Not long after, a security guard approached him. Luke might not have noticed if the man had not spoken first.

“Do you need something, kid?” the guard asked, scanning him from head to toe. Then mockingly added, “Let me be clear. Begging is not allowed here.”

Luke’s expression changed in an instant. The excitement vanished, replaced by mild disappointment.

“I am not here to beg,” he replied calmly. “I am here to meet Mr. Bernard.”

“Oh yeah?” the guard sneered. “And which Saint Bernard would that be?”

Luke felt a flicker of irritation. “Bernard Bautista. President of ENDX Corp.”

The guard froze for a moment after hearing what Luke said. Then after a brief silence, the guard burst into laughter, drawing the attention of nearby employees.

“What did you say? Were you born a clown? That is the funniest thing I have heard all week.” the guard said, his laugh became even louder.

Some of the employees slowed down, curious. A few joined in, laughing without even knowing the reason.

Luke ignored the guard. Instead, he pulled out his old keypad model phone, and dialed Bernard’s number which he had not even saved in his contacts.

Another guard walked over. “What is going on here?”

His eyes immediately locked onto Luke, examining him just like the first guard did.

Luke wore nothing more than a plain white shirt, faded pants, and an old pair of rubber shoes. The second guard quickly assumed he was another beggar trying his luck, or maybe someone hoping to apply as a janitor.

But he did not even have documents with him. Neither have a bag.

“So what is his story?” the second guard asked.

“He says he is here to meet Mr. Bautista,” the first guard replied, laughing again. “Can you believe that?”

That was all it took. More employees started laughing once they understood the joke.

“What? He wants to meet President Bernard?” one employee whispered in disbelief.

“Yeah right,” another scoffed. “Even we employees cannot get close to him. And this guy thinks he can?”

“He must be losing it,” someone else said. “Or maybe he is just trying to sneak in. Tough luck.”

The second guard shook his head. This had to be a lunatic who wandered into the wrong place.

Bernard Bautista was a famous businessman. There was no way someone like Luke would be meeting him.

“Alright. Thanks, Mr. Bernard.“

Luke had just finished speaking into his phone.

Both guards froze, brows furrowed as they stared at him.

“What?” Luke asked, frowning slightly.

They looked at each other, then burst out laughing again.

“He really is crazy!” the first guard shouted, clutching his stomach.

Pretending to talk to Bernard was one thing. But using a keypad phone made it even funnier. As if Bernard Bautista would personally take his call.

That was rich.

“Kid, you are hilarious, I'll give you that.” the second guard said. “Now get lost.”

He waved his hand dismissively, pointing away from the building.

“And why should I leave?” Luke asked calmly, irritation creeping in. He raised one of his eyebrows. “I did not do anything wrong. Did I?”

The only thing wrong here was the way these people thought.

The first guard wiped tears from his eyes and even clapped sarcastically.

“Bravo. Really entertaining,” he said, then turned serious. “But let us stop the act. You are just another beggar hanging around here, right? We are not buying it. So scram.”

He waved his hand like he was shooing a stray dog.

Luke frowned. Was this really how employees of his company treated people? Judging others by their clothes alone?

What if someone poor wore expensive clothes? Would they suddenly be treated with respect? And what if a criminal dressed like a rich man? Would they let him in without question?

Luke let out a quiet sigh.

Fine. At least now he knew what his first move would be once his training began.

Employees like these guards did not belong in the company. One wrong insult to the wrong person could bring serious trouble. He would talk to Bernard about this.

He stayed where he was.

The second guard’s expression darkened. “Are you deaf? We told you to leave. If you do not, we will use force.”

His hand moved to the baton at his waist.

Luke said nothing. He crossed his arms and looked at them with complete indifference.

They had no idea who was standing in front of them. Honestly, it was almost funny.

Even if he told them his family owned the company, they would not believe him. There was no point wasting his breath.

“Are you testing us?” the second guard snapped, anger rising.

“Do whatever you want,” Luke said calmly. “I am not leaving until I speak with Mr. Bernard.”

The guards exchanged looks.

Was this guy serious? The audacity to keep throwing around the president’s name.

The first guard clenched his teeth. ‘Have he lost his mind?’ he thought.

“So you want to leave crippled, is that it?” he said coldly.

They were guards of a major corporation. They would not be humiliated by a nobody. Teaching him a lesson would do no harm. At least he would learn his place.

“Let us see how arrogant you are after this,” the second guard growled.

“That is right,” the first guard added, eyes wide. “You asked for it. Don't blame us.”

With batons in hand, both guards lunged at Luke. But before they could reach him, a sharp shout from behind stopped them cold.