Too late, ex wife. From Janitor to Tycoon

Chapter Eleven

Security rushed into the ICT room in a jiffy, right after the man standing in front of Sam called. Sam later found out his name was Matt. He was part of the IT team and had gone on break. As the security came in, their heavy boots pounded against the tiled floor, their presence instantly suffocating the already tense air.

“Arrest him!” Matt barked, still chewing. His voice was sharp with urgency as he pointed directly at Sam. “He’s the fraud! He came into this room without authorization—he’s the one hacking us!”

The accusation hit the room like a spark in dry grass.

Immediately, the security team moved into action, surrounding Sam before he could take a step back. Hands reached for him—firm and unyielding—ready to drag him away.

“I am here on a job,” Sam said, his voice steady despite the chaos closing in around him. His eyes flickered briefly to the system screen behind them, tension tightening his jaw. “And if I don’t continue, the entire system will crash.”

A few of the guards hesitated, exchanging uncertain glances.

Matt let out a sharp, mocking laugh.

“So you came here to crash the system?” he shot back, his tone dripping with scorn. He turned toward the screen, waving a dismissive hand. “Nothing is going to crash. He was obviously trying to steal funds.”

His gaze swept over Sam from head to toe, lingering on the janitor’s uniform with open ridicule.

“Besides,” Matt continued, his lips curling into a smirk, “how can he be here on a tech job dressed like a janitor? Are you serious right now? Who believes this dumb story?”

“Did anyone hear about a new tech guy who wears janitor’s clothes?” he mocked, turning to the security guards.

The room fell into an uneasy silence. No one responded.

The head of security, Marcus, stepped forward, his expression guarded but firm. He looked from Matt to Sam, clearly weighing the situation.

“Are you sure about this, Mr. Matt?” he asked carefully.

Matt’s head snapped toward him, irritation flashing across his face.

“Are you questioning my authority?” he demanded, his voice rising. “I said I saw this guy trying to steal information from the system.”

The tension thickened.

Marcus hesitated for only a second before nodding once. “Alright.”

His voice carried reluctant acceptance.

“I will fix whatever mess he’s made,” Matt added quickly, stepping toward the system, eagerness barely concealed beneath his composure. “Just arrest him.”

“Arrest him,” Marcus ordered, pointing at Sam.

A slow, satisfied smile spread across Matt’s face as he sat down and began undoing everything Sam had already started working on.

He scoffed, glancing briefly at the guards. “Can you imagine the childish scheme he tried to pull here…”

Marcus didn’t respond. Neither did the others.

Instead, Sam spoke.

“That ‘childish scheme’ is what will expose the truth.”

“Oh, shut up,” Matt snapped. “How would a thief like you know anything?”

He turned back to Marcus, unable to hide his excitement.

“Please inform Ma’am Susan,” he said, “that I found the culprit. I’ll be expecting my reward.”

Sam’s eyes narrowed slightly as he watched him.

So that was it.

A reward.

No wonder he was so desperate. So loud. So certain.

Sam exhaled slowly, then brought his hands forward without resistance, allowing the guards to cuff him. The cold metal snapped around his wrists, but his expression didn’t change.

“Arrest me,” he said quietly, “but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

One of the guards tightened his grip, preparing to escort him out.

Then—

The screen flickered once.

And went completely black.

At first, Matt smiled. “It’ll be back up… just a glitch.”

But then he started tapping the keyboard rapidly—almost frantically.

His fingers hovered mid-air, his confidence collapsing in an instant.

“What… what is going on?” he muttered, panic creeping into his voice as he stared at the blank screen.

The system wasn’t responding.

There were no commands or data showing anymore.

He turned sharply to Sam. “What did you do?”

Sam met his gaze, calm despite the cuffs around his wrists.

“Me?” he said evenly. “I told you, didn’t I?”

Just then, the door burst open, and more members of the IT team rushed in.