The Pauper Who Ruled the Campus

Chapter 7: Thrown Out of Heaven

Even after Julian and her boyfriend had left, Emmanuel was still burning with anger. He paced the room, clenching his fists, muttering under his breath about how shameless some people could be. Marcus watched him quietly for a moment, then spoke in a calm voice.

“Let it go, Emmanuel.”

“How can I?” Emmanuel snapped. “She slapped you in your own room and laughed about it like it was nothing.”

Marcus shook his head slowly. “It is over.”

Emmanuel stopped pacing and stared at him. “You are too calm. This is not like you.”

Marcus did not answer. He simply turned and walked into the bathroom. He locked the door behind him and leaned against it, closing his eyes. The sound of running water soon filled the room as he began to bathe.

As the water poured over him, his thoughts drifted. Less than twenty four hours ago, he had been chased, humiliated, expelled, and treated like dirt. Now he was heading to the Galaxy Corporation, the most powerful corporation connected to ESU. Life truly had a way of turning without warning.

After he was done, Marcus dried himself, dressed simply, and slipped out of the room quietly. He did not tell Emmanuel he was leaving. He knew his roommate well. If Emmanuel found out where he was going, he would insist on following him, just like they always walked to class together. Marcus needed to do this alone.

The sun was already high when Marcus arrived at the Galaxy Corporation.

The moment he stood before the massive gate, he froze.

The place looked unreal.

Tall glass walls reflected the sky, polished floors gleamed even from a distance, and luxury cars moved in and out with smooth precision. Everything about the place screamed power, wealth, and authority. For a brief moment, Marcus felt as though he had stepped into another world.

He took a deep breath and walked in.

Inside the compound, the beauty became overwhelming. Well manicured gardens lined the walkways. Employees moved around confidently, dressed in sharp suits, holding tablets and documents. Marcus adjusted his steps and headed toward the main building.

He had barely taken a few steps toward the reception area when two security officers stepped in front of him.

“Hey,” one of them said sharply. “Where are you going?”

Marcus stopped. “I am here for business.”

The moment the word left his mouth, the two security men burst into laughter.

“Business?” one of them repeated, looking Marcus up and down. “What kind of business?”

“It is classified,” Marcus replied calmly. “I am here to see the manager of the Galaxy Corporation.”

That only made them laugh harder.

“The manager?” the second guard scoffed. “Do you know how many people come here every day asking to see the manager?”

The first guard shook his head. “People in suits worth more than your entire wardrobe cannot even see him.”

They exchanged amused looks.

“You should leave,” the first guard said dismissively. “We are expecting a very important person today. Do not spoil our work.”

Marcus opened his mouth to speak again, but before he could say anything, a sharp voice cut in from behind.

“What is going on here?”

They turned.

Frank Collins stood there.

Frank was well dressed, his suit perfectly tailored, his shoes polished to a mirror shine. His posture carried arrogance, the kind that came from power borrowed through influence rather than earned. As assistant manager of the Galaxy Corporation and a student at ESU, Frank enjoyed a life most students could only dream of.

He also happened to be Rejoice’s boyfriend.

Frank’s eyes landed on Marcus, and his expression darkened immediately.

“What is a made man doing here?” Frank asked coldly.

The security quickly explained. “Sir, he said he is here on business and wants to see the manager.”

Frank let out a harsh laugh. “Business?”

He stepped closer to Marcus, his eyes filled with disdain. “Do you think this is a place to beg or steal?”

Before Marcus could react, Frank raised his hand and slapped him across the face.

The sound echoed.

Marcus staggered slightly, shock flashing across his eyes.

“If you know what is good for you,” Frank continued angrily, “you will leave immediately.”

“I am not here to beg or steal,” Marcus said quickly. “There must be a misunderstanding.”

Frank slapped him again, harder this time.

“Shut up.”

Marcus tasted blood.

Frank turned to the security. “Throw him out.”

He looked back at Marcus with contempt. “If I ever see you around the Galaxy Corporation again, I will have you arrested.”

Marcus tried to speak, but Frank was already walking away.

As Frank passed him, he stopped briefly, went into the restroom nearby, washed his hands slowly, then returned. Without hesitation, he wiped his wet hands on Marcus’s clothes, as though cleaning dirt off himself.

“Disgusting,” Frank muttered.

The security grabbed Marcus roughly.

As they dragged him toward the exit, Marcus struggled slightly and shouted, “You will pay for this. All of you.”

The security burst out laughing.

Frank turned around, amused. “Pay?”

He walked closer again, his face filled with mockery. “Who will you call? Who can make me pay?”

He waved his hand dismissively. “For talking nonsense, throw him out of the main gate as well.”

The guards did not hesitate.

They dragged Marcus out of the building, across the compound, ignoring the stares of employees and visitors. Some looked curious, others looked amused, but no one intervened.

When they finally reached the main gate, the guards shoved him out roughly.

Marcus stumbled but managed to stay on his feet.

Behind him, laughter rang out.

The gate closed.

Marcus stood there, breathing heavily, his clothes rumpled, his face burning from the slaps.

Inside the Galaxy Corporation, Frank and the security were still laughing, convinced they had just dealt with another worthless nobody.

They had no idea who they had just thrown out.