2026-07-07 06:06:46The plaza outside the Veridian Vanguard skyscraper was a sea of luxury sports cars, towering glass walls, and the absolute elite of the city’s business world. Security guards dressed in pristine black tactical suits stood every five meters, their eyes scanning the incoming crowd with icy precision.
To the average citizen, stepping past those gates was a lifetime achievement. To Julian Ross, it was his playground.
"Keep up, Ethan! Don't drag your feet like a dead weight," Valerie barked, adjusting her expensive pearl necklace as they walked toward the grand entrance. She turned to Julian, her face instantly melting into a doting smile. "Julian, dear, does your wrist still hurt? You really shouldn't be carrying anything with that injury."
"It’s fine, Auntie Valerie," Julian said, offering a weak, heroic smile while holding his bandaged right hand against his chest. He kicked a heavy, black leather briefcase backward, letting it slide across the polished marble floor until it struck Ethan’s shoe. "Ethan can carry it. That’s what he’s here for, right?"
Ethan stood behind them, dressed in a faded jacket that looked entirely out of place among the sea of tailored suits. He looked down at the briefcase, then up at Julian’s smug expression. He didn't say a word. He simply bent down, picked up the heavy bag, and followed a step behind.
Chloe walked beside Julian, looking stunning in a sharp navy blazer, but her eyes were fixed on the towering entrance of the Vanguard headquarters. She was visibly nervous. "Julian... are you absolutely sure your father's contact is the one handling our clearance today? The security here looks... incredibly strict."
"Relax, Chloe," Julian chuckled, loud enough for several passing executives to hear. He puffed out his chest, casting a mocking glare over his shoulder at Ethan. "The regional manager of the Vanguard’s development division is a close acquaintance of my father. I sent him the paperwork last night. Today is just a formality to get our security passes. A loser who spends his life in a kitchen would never understand how deep the Ross family connections run."
Several nearby businessmen chuckled, looking at Ethan with obvious disdain.
"Exactly," Valerie chimed in, glaring at Ethan. "Some people are born to sit in boardrooms, and others are born to carry the bags. Just make sure you don't lose that briefcase, Ethan. If you ruin Julian's hard work, I'll make sure Chloe divorces you before sunset."
Chloe bit her lip, looking at Ethan’s silent, stoic posture. A part of her felt a twinge of guilt remembering the hotel room last night, but seeing Julian’s broken wrist and his confident stride toward the supreme corporate giant of the city, her doubts faded. Julian was the one with the network. Julian was the one saving her. Ethan was just... there.
They reached the primary security checkpoint. A massive biometric gate blocked the path, guarded by four stone-faced Vanguard officers.
"Name and corporate credentials," the lead officer stated, his voice completely devoid of emotion.
Julian stepped forward with supreme confidence, flashing a digital invitation on his phone. "Julian Ross, representing the Ross enterprise and the Wright Group. We have a direct appointment with Manager Thomas of the development division."
The officer scanned the code. The screen flashed amber.
"The Ross enterprise invitation is valid for the outer lobby only," the officer replied coldly. "The Wright Group’s internal clearance for the main signing hall has been flagged for manual verification by higher management. You cannot proceed past the gate."
Julian’s smile instantly froze. "What? Flagged? That’s impossible! Check again. Manager Thomas personally assured my father…"
"Manager Thomas does not have the authority to bypass a tier-one administrative flag," the officer interrupted, his hand shifting slightly toward his sidearm. "Step back into the waiting zone, or you will be forcefully removed for disrupting the ceremony."
The surrounding executives began to whisper, their glances turning from respect to mockery. Julian’s face flushed a deep, embarrassed crimson. He had just bragged to everyone about his absolute influence, only to be stopped dead at the very first gate.
"Julian... what’s happening?" Chloe asked, her voice trembling as the anxiety returned tenfold. "If we can't get past the gate, the signing deadline passes at noon. The Wright Group will go under!"
"Don't panic! It’s just a bureaucratic glitch," Julian hissed, sweating under his collar. He quickly pulled out his phone, frantically dialing a number. "I'll call Thomas right now. He’ll sort this out in a second."
As Julian stepped aside to make the frantic call, Valerie turned her mounting panic and rage directly onto Ethan.
"This is all your fault!" Valerie yelled, her voice drawing even more eyes from the elite crowd.
Ethan raised an eyebrow. "My fault?"
"Yes, you jinx!" Valerie snapped, pointing an accusatory finger at his chest. "We were perfectly fine until you brought your pathetic, low-class energy into this building! Look at you, standing there like a homeless beggar. The security probably flagged us because they saw a garbage-tier loser holding our corporate briefcase! You ruined our luck!"
"Mom, stop it, people are looking," Chloe whispered, though she didn't defend Ethan. Her mind was entirely focused on the impending ruin of her company.
Ethan looked at the frantic Julian, then at Valerie’s furious, ugly expression. He knew exactly why the Wright Group’s clearance was flagged. Brandon had frozen it under his explicit orders the night before to isolate Julian’s fraudulent paperwork from the legitimate files.
Ethan smoothly checked his watch. It was 10:30 AM.
"Maybe you just don't have the right clearance, Julian," Ethan said quietly, his voice cutting through Julian’s frantic phone ringing.
Julian hung up the unanswered call, his face twisted in pure venom as he stormed over to Ethan. "Shut up! You think you can mock me, you worthless trash? I am a Ross! My family is worth millions! If I can't get through this gate, a dog like you wouldn't even be allowed to breathe the air in this lobby!"
Julian snatched the heavy leather briefcase out of Ethan’s hand, violently shoving Ethan backward. "Get out of my sight! Go wait by the trash cans outside where you belong. Once I get Thomas on the phone, we’re going inside, and I don't want your pathetic face ruining my victory photo!"
Ethan caught his balance effortlessly, his expression completely blank. He didn't argue, and he didn't fight back. He looked at Chloe one last time, giving her a chance to say something, to stop her mother, to question Julian.
But Chloe just turned her head away, her silence screaming volumes.
"Fine," Ethan murmured. He turned on his heel and walked away from the checkpoint, heading toward the automated exit doors of the lower lobby.
"Good riddance!" Valerie shouted after him.
As Ethan stepped through the glass doors into the outer courtyard, out of sight of the Wright family, he pulled his encrypted phone from his pocket. He dialed a single extension.
"Boss," Brandon answered instantly. "The Wright Group and Julian Ross are currently stuck at the tier-one security gate. Shall I have them evicted?"
Ethan looked up at the massive Vanguard logo gleaming on the skyscraper. The suppression had built high enough. It was time to start shifting the gears.
"No," Ethan commanded, a dark, freezing edge returning to his voice. "Let Julian use whatever pathetic connections he has to crawl his way into the secondary briefing room. Let him think he won."
"And you, Boss?"
"Coordinate with the primary security detail," Ethan said, walking toward the private, restricted executive entrance at the rear of the facility. "I’m coming up from the back.”
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