2026-02-06 03:39:47Jackson stepped off the stage and onto the side podium. The room went quiet slightly as all eyes turned toward him.
“All right, ladies and gentlemen." he began, his voice ringing with confidence, “are you ready for the moment you’ve all been waiting for?”
Cheers erupted from the crowd, students clapping, some jumping in excitement.
Jackson raised his hands to calm them.
“Tonight isn’t just about luxury cars, parties, or networking. It’s about opportunities, connections, and the chance to meet people who could change your future.”
He continued.
“On behalf of Elite Star University, it’s our absolute pleasure to welcome the representative from the CEO of Galaxy Corporation to the stage. Please join me in giving a warm round of applause!”
The crowd erupted again, clapping and whistling, and everyone was craning their necks to spot who would step forward. Students whispered among themselves, guessing, “Could it be him? Or her? Maybe it’s that tall guy from the lobby…”
Marcus, standing near the edge of the hall, kept his calm as he watched the anticipation build. Emmanuel leaned toward him as he took a step, whispering nervously, “Hey… bro, where are you going?”
Marcus smirked faintly, his hand resting lightly in his hoodie pocket. “Relax. You’ll see." he said.
Emmanuel’s eyes widened. “Relax? You’ve been calm all night, but this… I don’t know, man. I hope you know what you’re doing.”
“I do." Marcus replied simply. Then he started pushing his way through the crowd. Students stepped aside, murmuring, trying to get a glimpse of who would represent Galaxy Corporation.
As Marcus got closer to the stage, the people around him stopped cheering. The quiet murmurs turned into mean laughter and jokes
“Who is this guy?” someone laughed.
“Isn’t he that poor bastard?” another whispered loudly.
Jackson, noticing the movement, frowned. “Uh, excuse me?” he called out, his voice mean. “Don't you know your place? You belong in the slums”
Everyone in the hall started laughing at Marcus.
“Get down from the stage!” a few students shouted.
“Go back to the cleaning rooms where you belong!”
"Errand boy!"
Marcus did not say a word to them. He just kept walking. He looked so calm and sure of himself that it actually started to make the crowd feel uneasy.
When he finally got to the stage, he stopped. He reached out and took the microphone.
He spoke in a very clear, steady voice.
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I am the representative that Galaxy Corporation has sent on behalf of the new CEO to attend this evening.”
For a few seconds, silence fell over the hall. The loud chatter and music seemed to vanish.
Then, the room exploded with the sound of mean laughter.
“Oh my God." Emmanuel groaned, burying his face in his hands. “He didn’t have to…”
Freya, standing nearby, bowed her head slightly in embarrassment. “Marcus… please… don’t disappoint me." she whispered.
Students pointed their fingers at Marcus. They made fun of him. “Can you believe this guy?” one girl said. “The CEO sent… him? Call the security.”
Jackson’s face was bright red because he felt insulted, and he stepped forward.
“How could the all mighty CEO of Galaxy Corporation select an orphaned pauper like him to represent their corporation?”
His voice dripped with mockery.
Marcus didn’t flinch. He simply smiled faintly.
Then, in a calm but firm tone, he said.
"I am the one.”
A hush fell over the room and a few students gasped. Murmurs of disbelief spread like wildfire.
And someone threw a bottle of wine which shattered a few inches from Marcus's sneakers.
“Impossible." Jackson muttered, stepping closer. “Someone drowning in debt, borrowing from the Chancellor to donate and you expect me to believe you're the CEO’s representative? No. He must be here to steal. It’s the only explanation.”
Marcus’s gaze didn’t leave Jackson.
“Believe what you want." he said softly, his voice carrying through the room. “But I am the representative. And tonight, everything you think you know about me will change.”
Freya’s eyes widened, her hands trembling slightly.
Emmanuel looked at Marcus with a mix of awe and disbelief. He had suspected something extraordinary, but this… this surpassed all expectations.
Victoria, noticing the tension, ran over to Freya and Emmanuel.
“What is Marcus doing?” she asked, her voice a mix of shock and confusion.
“Just… wait and watch.” Freya whispered.
She felt a mix of trust for him and fear for him at the same time.
Jackson, meanwhile, tried to recover his composure, but the doubt in his eyes betrayed him.
He thought about the incident at the gate, and now this, could it really be true?
Just as the crowd was silent.
A voice came through the speakers.
"That low life is a fake! I am the real representative from Galaxy Corporation!"
The whole hall froze.
The silence felt sharp like a knife.
Every student turned their head to locate the source of the voice. Their eyes were wide with surprise and all the whispering stopped instantly, replaced with gasps.
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