Sarah froze the moment Marcus stepped inside HorizonTech. Her voice caught in her throat, eyes widening like she'd seen someone who shouldn't exist anymore.
"M-Marcus? What… what are you doing here?"
Marcus gave her a calm, polite smile. Not smug. Not angry. Just steady.
"I was in the area."
Her confusion grew. Last time she saw him, his shoulders were slumped and his eyes empty as he carried a cardboard box out the door. Now he stood tall, clothes clean, confidence unshakable.
Before she could form another question, another voice cut in.
"Oh perfect. Look who crawled back."
Tyler Briggs walked out from the hallway with a smirk, ready to fire off insults—until he saw Marcus.
The smirk died instantly.
Marcus simply nodded. "Hello, Tyler."
What unsettled everyone wasn't what he said.
It was how he said it.
Calm.
Confident.
Above them.
Devin appeared next, then Sarah, then Kristie. They all stared at him like he was someone they didn't recognize. Someone they couldn't place in the "broke loser" box they used to shove him in.
And in that moment—
The System awoke.
It didn't ping.
It didn't blink.
It **activated**.
[ Acquisition Threshold Detected ]
[ Former tormentors encountered ]
[ Host presence acknowledged ]
[ Psychological dominance achieved ]
[ All conditions fulfilled ]
Marcus didn't react outwardly—but inwardly, he felt the shift like static electricity in the air.
Sarah hesitated. "You… look different."
Marcus smiled lightly. "Life got better."
Devin scoffed. "What, you get a job at a car wash or something?"
"No," Marcus said simply. "I own a business now."
They all froze.
Even Kristie's eyes narrowed.
"You?" she asked. "Own a business?"
"Yes."
Tyler let out a shaky forced laugh. "What business?"
"A laundromat."
Sarah blinked. "How did you… afford that?"
Marcus shrugged casually. "Lottery payout. Small one."
The lie landed perfectly.
Not bragging.
Not suspicious.
Just believable enough to sting.
And their expressions?
Priceless.
Shock.
Confusion.
A touch of jealousy.
Enough emotional impact to push the System over the final line.
The System surged.
[ HorizonTech Acquisition: Initiated ]
[ Legal Buyout Channels Activated ]
[ Stock Absorption Protocol Deployed ]
[ Anonymous Shell Entity Engaged ]
[ 100% Legally Compliant Takeover In Progress ]
Marcus kept a neutral expression. "I just wanted to stop by."
Tyler swallowed hard. "So what—you came here to… gloat?"
"No," Marcus said calmly. "I came to see something."
Kristie frowned. "What?"
The System delivered the answer silently.
[ HorizonTech Ownership Transfer: 41% Complete ]
[ 62% Complete ]
[ 87% Complete ]
[ 100% COMPLETE ]
[ Host is now the legal owner of HorizonTech ]
[ Title Registered Under System Entity: 'Hale Holdings' ]
[ Identity Concealed ]
[ No employee or executive aware of ownership shift ]
[ Acquisition Complete ]
Marcus felt his chest tighten—not from fear, but from the realization:
He owned the building he was standing in.
He owned every office above him.
He owned the salaries of every person in sight.
He owned the company that mocked him.
But they didn't know.
Not yet.
And the power in *that* silence was intoxicating.
He didn't brag.
He didn't smirk.
He didn't ruin the moment.
He simply nodded to his former bullies.
"It was nice seeing all of you."
And he walked out.
No dramatics.
No confrontation.
Just a quiet departure from the man they used to mock.
Behind him, their whispers grew frantic.
"Something's off."
"He's not the same."
"How did he buy a business?"
"Lottery my ass…"
But Marcus was already in his truck, calm as ever.
The System updated one last time.
[ Mission Complete ]
[ Reward Delivered ]
[ HorizonTech Now Under Host Ownership ]
[ Future instructions pending ]
He drove away without looking back.
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THE VISIT HOME
His mother's house sat warm and familiar under the late afternoon sun. When she opened the door, she hugged him immediately.
"Baby, where have you been? You sounded so overwhelmed the other day."
"I'm okay now. Better than okay."
She cupped his face, concern melting into relief. "You look… brighter. Happier. Tell me what's going on."
"I won a small lottery prize," Marcus said gently. "Used it to buy a laundromat."
Her eyes widened. "A business? Marcus… that's wonderful!"
He smiled softly. "I'm trying to build something good."
She pulled him in for another hug. "I'm proud of you. So proud."
For a moment, everything was simple again.
Warm.
Human.
Peaceful.
And she didn't know that her son now owned a corporation.
She didn't need to.
Not yet.
The System chimed quietly:
[ Rest tonight, Marcus Hale. ]
[ Tomorrow, your empire begins. ]