"You're just a lackey carrying your boss's bags. What kind of status do you think you have? Did you see that Rolls-Royce outside? Just a single chip of its paint could buy you a whole car!"
I couldn’t help but chuckle at his words. That was a Phantom S9, not some ordinary car. For most civil servants, owning one wasn’t just unlikely. It was almost unheard of.
Yet here I was, driving it around and being treated with respect everywhere I went. How had he managed to turn it into something so worthless in his eyes?
Ignorance wasn’t the scariest part, but what's worse was when people didn’t realize the trouble they’d brought upon themselves.
As soon as Malcolm finished speaking, the room erupted into thunderous applause.
The sycophants joined in, clapping and chiming in enthusiastically.
"Mr. Fitzroy, you're incredible! You’re driving a car worth millions of dollars at such a young age. You're truly an inspiration to us all."
"Exactly! It's an honor of a lifetime to have a classmate like Mr. Fitzroy."
"Griffin, hurry up and kneel to apologize to Mr. Fitzroy. A thousand dollars is already more than your annual salary!".