Rise Again As A Rich Man

Rise Again As A Rich Man
Rise 3 - Trap


For the sake of Corp, Future City, Scientopia, one year later.


2022


The man stepped down the corridor with a radiant face. His clothes looked very neat, it was clear that he was ready to face whatever would happen today.


Along the way, he met some of his colleagues. Some of them greeted him with smiles. Hendry could only reply to them kindly as usual.


He continued walking until he finally arrived at his division. There as usual there were two colleagues who had been busy preparing the files for the meeting they would attend this morning as representatives of their divisions. Other than them, the rest had yet to come other than her.


"Good morning," he said. Make their attention turn to him.


"August, sir!" greet Aurora while smiling at her.


"You look radiant today, is it because you knew you were going to be promoted?" Mosha.


"Is it clearly visible?"


"of course. You look brighter than usual."


"Haha, thank you. But I really can't hide this excitement of mine, after a year of working here, I can finally be promoted to work at the headquarter. Something that happened beyond my expectations."


"I also didn't expect you to be promoted so soon. I salute and feel proud to be your co-worker." Aurora was happy. Mosha nodded confirming the woman's sentence.


"If you are already part of the important people in the headquarters, don't forget us. I don't want our relationship to be strained just because you've worked at the head office" Mosha said.


"Don't forget me either."


"I will not forget you all. Because after all, you are the ones who have accompanied me to this point."


...*...


"What news do you bring?"


"I heard there's going to be a new employee joining the headquarters, and he's going to be placed under your administration, sir."


"Have you checked the background?"


"It has. From the information I got, he was one of the children who managed to enter Future University and ranked first in his class."


"What's? What about his family background?"


"His family used to be quite successful entrepreneurs in Future City, but during the second revolution, his position from the business world was kicked out to require him to move to Isotown City, in the western part of Sciencetopia."


The man clenched his hands tightly. His emotions immediately roiled upon hearing every piece of information he got.


"Who has recommended him to be under my watch."


"Your brother sir, sir Isaac."


He dared to mock me blatantly. Even he recommended lowly people like them to be under my watch. He, trying to impress Grandpa, continues to impress her until election day.


I can't let this go. I won't stay silent.


I have to take the position that should be mine.



...*...


I thought it would be fun working at the head office. But it turned out to be completely different from what I had imagined.


Hendry sighed softly, the man sitting on one of the chairs. Is resting after completing the work he got from his superiors.


Since his arrival at headquarters, Hendry really did not expect to get this kind of treatment.


It had been more than three months that he had been there, and there was still no bright spot at all that they would really put Hendry in the position he had been promised.


I really felt that I had been deceived, inwardly squeezing a bottle of drink in his grasp.


"Hendri! Can you come with me? The director wants to see you" Gerry said. The man who was none other than his superior secretary.


"really? Sure, let's go." The man's face changed. He immediately followed her from behind.


...*...


It looks like this is a sniper practice ground, he thought as he continued to step up. There were not many people he met, even almost none at all other than himself and Gerry who continued to step up to finally see the man he said wanted to meet him.


"You're finally coming." George smiled to see it. The man immediately asked her to come closer and thrust a gun at him.


"What is this sir?"


"Your job is to shoot at that target." George pointed to a man in a bound state. His head was covered with a black cloth.


"But…"


"Not to be afraid, this is just a fake gun. So he won't get hurt. Think of it as your last test. After that you'll get the job you want."


"All right, I will do," he said hesitantly.


Hendry held up the gun in his hand, pointing it at the target he had to shoot.


"Just shoot three to five times, it's not necessary until the bullet's contents run out, okay?" George explained. Hendry just nodded then hesitantly pressed the trigger on his gun.


Dorr! Dorr! Dorr!


Three shots in a row, and all three hit the man's body. Unexpectedly, there was a red spot that came out after the bullet hit the target.


Hendry spontaneously stopped his action. With a trembling body, he turned to George who was standing there. Watching what he just did.


"Oh my God, this is bad. I think I gave you the wrong gun."


"W-what?" The man's face instantly turned deathly pale. He looked at the target he saw.


Without a second thought, Hendry threw a gun in his hand and ran towards the man who was bound in a body drenched in blood. The man he just killed.


"T-no! It's impossible." Hendry shakily immediately removed his head covering. His face turned pale as he looked at who he had just killed.


"sir Isaac…"


Bruk!


His body fell on the grass. Hendry's eyes immediately glazed over. He really did not believe what he had done.


"Isaac!!" A man suddenly shouted from a distance.


"Fuck up! What have you done!" Hendry flinched as soon as Gerson's voice was heard. When he looked, the man had already arrived before him with a face of wrath. His arrival was completely unaware of it.


"How dare you do this to my granddaughter! You must die! I'll kill you!" he shouted while forcefully pulling the gun on the waist of one of his men.


George quickly held him back. "Let me do it, cake. Let me avenge my brother's death" he said quickly, pulling a gun in his hand.


George walked over to Hendry. Staring with the man for a long time.


Whatisthis? Wh why? What the hell is going on?


I'm framed?


...***...