Emperor of Business
Pamite

"So you still dare to come late? Didn't I tell you to work late on the weekend? Is your job done?"

Zidane looks very angry.

"What do you mean by the word you sent in the group chat? You didn't finish your job either, until your work had to be done by someone else."

Bastian threw in some documents.

Looking at the pile of documents Bastian threw on the table, Zidane subconsciously asked.

"What's this?"

"Repentance letter and the last part of some of the work you asked to revise. I don't like working half-time, even if that document won't be needed.

Bastian said slowly. Then, as if remembering something, the corner of his mouth smiled and said to remind.

"O yes, about that plan you said yours, because you said it was your own idea, then just finish it yourself. This way, you don't have to worry about someone taking advantage of you, do you?"

"A letter of resignation?"

Zidane was silent for a while and laughed out loud.

"Are you kidding me? You want to resign? You screwed up this project, you want to relax and go?"

Zidane said it was full of threats. He was actually a little panicked at the moment. The project plan is not his. As we know, he stole Bastian's plan and claimed it was his to be commended. He did not know the details of the planning.

If Bastian stops, he doesn't know what to do.

The boss is very concerned about this project. If he messed up because of himself, the investors would definitely get angry. It didn't matter if he was just going to be cut and lose the bonus, the biggest problem was that he would lose his job.

Therefore, he would not let Bastian leave his job. At least hold until the project is completed.

"I tell you, if you arrive to leave your work without sin as it is now, you will have to pay compensation to the company for the loss. I'll also make other game companies not accept you, I'll blacklist you!"

Zidane kicked down the table and shouted, but he said he came to a halt.

He realized there was something with Bastian's gaze.

In those dark eyes, there was no panic, nor was there any anger that was forcibly suppressed like Bastian had done before.

Bastian's face was calm and relaxed, there was a hint of an invisible insulting and ridiculing gaze.

He was like watching a clown who was trying hard to perform.

In the past, Bastian also often fantasized about humiliating Zidane if one day Bastian became strong. But, after getting a system and feeling the life of a rich person, he had no interest in such a thing.

Even he himself felt a little confused because he was not interested in trivialities.

However, his vision and mission are different now.

Right now, Zidane is really just an ant running around his feet.

Zidane suddenly realized that Bastian has a different level of authority. Someone he can't afford to look at. Zidane does not know since when the attitude of the person in front of him became dignified and high. This made him tremble a little.

His aura was different, even the big boss he knew, no more impressive.

But how could this happen.

Bastian is just a worker with a small salary and the lowest rate. How Bastian can make Zidane feel scared.

Well, this must be an illusion.

Zidane straightened his body and showed a calm expression of his surprise.

Hearing Zidane's unconfident threat, Bastian found it a little funny, he looked at Zidane with pity, turned around and stepped away from the door.

Bastian looked at his watch. It's lunch time. He thought about what he wanted to enjoy for his lunch.

Zidane threw himself into the chair in a lethargic condition. When Bastian saw the clock, Zidane realized Bastian was wearing a Rolex.

He was paying good attention, and Zidane saw that everything Bastian wears is a well-known brand.

"No, how is that possible? He can't be rich. He must be just a rich man!"

Zidane's face became horrible, his expression was really angry. He can't just let Bastian go. There are still projects to be run.

Otherwise, Zidane's fate will be over.

Despite having to make sacrifices, Bastian must be recalled.

All the employees saw Zidane rushing out like crazy, full of worry and confusion.

Zidane chased Bastian to the first floor.

As he was about to shout out to Bastian, he suddenly saw a shining Rolls-Royce Silver Shadow.

He had also heard of this luxury car, and only the rich in the country could own it.

"No way..."

His heart was shaking violently.

The luxurious car door opened slowly like an eagle spreading its wings. Bastian went inside and sat down.

"What! The car was really hers!"

Zidane's face turned pale, his body limp, like boneless.

He almost fell to the floor.

A person who can drive such a car must have a strong, great or even very strong background.

Even if the boss of the game development company saw it, he must be polite and serve it well.

How can an employee of a small company afford it.

"I'm glad I didn't catch up to him."

Initially, Zidane would go after Bastian and continue to threaten and insult him. Now he thought that the result would be the same as drinking arsenic poison. Directly die.

But, recalling what he said earlier, he felt a burst of despair, and his heart continued to hope that Bastian would not put the word in his heart and forget about their problem within a few days.

If not, he will be finished.

The small game development company was on the third floor of the office building, so many people were looking down with shocked faces at the moment.

"Rolls-Royce!?"

"Bastian is not bragging! I think the stuff is imitation! This guy is really rich!"

"Riding a Rolls-Royce to resign from a job? Really cool."

"No no! I have to keep his contacts, people like this should be held tight."

Bastian did not notice that Zidane was after him. He started his car and drove off in a thunderous roar.

"Now, I'm officially saying goodbye to my old life. I'm free! I'll start a new life!"

Feeling the cold air in his body, Bastian shouted boldly and happily.

With a smile on his face, Bastian said.

"Silva!"

[Can I help you, sir?]

The sound of a child was heard in the car. It's a networked artificial intelligence that's in Rolls-Royce Silver Shadow.

But, Silva, that name was given by Bastian himself for his car.

"Help me call Jessica Lee."

[Okay sir.]

Phone connected.

[Hello, Mr Sharga, how can I help you?]

"Can you please book a flight to Feret for tomorrow morning?"

[Alright, I'll arrange it for you.]

"I'm going to enjoy this journey like a vacation, which is important the mission is completed" Bastian said in his heart.

"And I look forward to the reward when the mission is over." Bastian continued inwardly.

Bastian closed the call then felt a coolness on his face and said out loud.

"Pherette!! Bastian Sharga is coming!!"

***

The next day, at 8 a.m.

Bastian arrives at the airport and climbs into the first-class aisle with a simple travel bag.

Bastian let out a sigh of relief, after entering the first-class cabin and finding his seat.

Unlike the economy class, where three people sit crammed. Each first-class chair is spacious, with leather seats and can be adjusted backwards to become a bed.

In front of the chair is a small, smooth dining table, a table for drinks and books, and a television with LCD and high-definition screens.