2025-07-14 11:36:51The golden lights of the elite level glimmered like a dreamland. Tall wine glasses clinked gently as laughter bounced off the polished marble walls. Expensive suits, lavish dresses, and fragrance strong enough to command attention filled the air with an aura of high society. The campus’s most influential students were seated in splendor, basking in status, fame, and wealth.
John stood at the entrance.
He took a quiet breath. He wasn’t here to impress anyone. He wasn’t here to announce his rise. He was simply here for Anna. That was it. His heart beat slowly and steadily under his chest, even though everything around him felt too surreal to touch. He had spent his entire life looking up at people in this room. Now, he was inside it.
As he stepped in, his eyes scanned for Anna.
Each step he took was cautious, not from fear, but from the weight of being somewhere he never thought he'd be welcome. The crowd was familiar, but not friendly. These were the same students who’d mocked him for wearing cheap clothes and cleaning lounges. He walked past the round tables elegantly dressed with gold linens, aware of the glances, whispers, and raised brows. But he kept moving.
One table, in particular, grew silent as he approached—Noel’s table.
Noel sat back in his velvet chair, flanked by his boys. He was dressed like someone who mistook arrogance for confidence, wearing a suit that screamed money and a smirk that screamed mischief.
As John passed, Noel stretched his foot out and tripped him.
John fell hard—palms slamming the ground, head jerking forward, knees bruising against the glossy floor. His fall caused a ripple. Laughter erupted immediately. Noel's friends burst out howling like hyenas after a kill.
"Watch your step, floor boy!" Noel taunted.
Another chimed in, "Did you take a wrong turn from the janitor’s closet?"
John slowly lifted himself, brushing his palms. The laughter around him echoed in his ears, but he didn't react. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t flash his new status or pull out his card. That wasn’t what tonight was about.
He adjusted his collar and continued walking to Anna’s table.
Anna was seated quietly at one of the far tables. Her gown was an elegant shade of burgundy, subtle but radiant. But her expression was distant, her smile forced. The moment she saw John approaching, she sat up.
John pulled a chair and sat opposite her. He didn’t mention the fall. He didn’t even look back.
Anna lowered her eyes for a second, ashamed. “John… I’m sorry about Noel,” she said softly.
He shook his head. “It’s nothing. I’ve been through worse today alone.”
She sighed. “You shouldn't have to.”
John gave her a faint smile. “It’s okay, really. I didn’t come here for them. I came for you.”
Anna looked at him, and something in her chest fluttered.
Then her gaze dropped again. “There’s something I have to tell you…”
John listened, waiting.
“My family… has signed a marriage agreement with Noel’s family,” she said bitterly. “They want me to marry him. It’s for business… politics… legacy… I don’t even have a say.”
John felt a sting in his heart, but he kept his composure. “Do you want to marry him?”
Anna shook her head fiercely. “No. Never.”
John reached across the table slightly. “Then don’t. We’ll figure something out.”
But their conversation was interrupted.
Jerry had arrived.
He strutted toward the table with Rita clinging to his side like a shiny accessory. Behind him were his ever-present minions: George, Henry, and Anthony. All of them dressed to kill, arrogant to the core.
Jerry smirked the moment he saw John sitting at Anna’s table.
“Oh wow, broom boy made it to the big leagues,” he said loudly, drawing attention. “Are they letting anyone in these days?”
John remained seated, unfazed.
Without invitation, Jerry and his crew sat around the table, squeezing themselves in like they owned the place. Anna rolled her eyes but said nothing—she knew better than to create a scene with Jerry.
Jerry glanced at Rita, then at Anna, then at John. “Quite the love triangle, huh?”
Before John could reply, George stood up suddenly like he had just won a lottery.
He pulled out his Silver Card, holding it like a magician showing off a rare trick.
“Enough of this low-vibe tension!” George announced. “Let’s show ‘em how the elite celebrate!”
The table perked up. George’s ego inflated.
He turned to the waitress nearby. “Hey, you get us your most expensive wines. Dom Pérignon, Louis XIII, Crystal—everything sparkling and stupidly priced. And food—don’t hold back! Give us the full royal treatment.”
Everyone at the table cheered. Phones came out. Some even stood to record.
George leaned toward John, flashing his Silver Card in his face. “You see this? You wouldn’t understand. It’s called a lifestyle.”
The waitress took the card with a slight bow and walked off.
Jerry leaned back with his arm around Rita, laughing. “Watch and learn, Johnny boy. This is how legends live.”
The moment was electric—until it wasn’t.
The waitress returned a few moments later, holding the card out with both hands. Her expression had changed.
“I’m sorry, sir,” she said slowly. “Your card has been declined. It says—insufficient funds.”
The entire table froze.
George blinked. “That’s not possible. Try again.”
The waitress nodded politely and used a second machine. Same result.
She tried a third—nothing changed.
“Still showing insufficient funds, sir.”
The silence was painful.
George's face twisted. “That’s a mistake. Your machines are faulty! Get the manager here! This is nonsense!”
Jerry stood up. “Yes! Get another POS machine! This place should be shut down for incompetence!”
George puffed out his chest again. “Do you know who I am?! I’ll sue you for this!”
The waitress simply stepped back, unsure of what to do.
Just then, the glass doors to the private floor opened—and in walked a tall man in a navy-blue suit holding a tablet in one hand.
Mr. David.
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