IT was almost midnight, yet someone was still sitting in front of the computer and working late. That employee was determined to finish some tasks before going home.
His name is Augustus Fordman. A passionate and hardworking guy working as a strategy developer at Sandoval Corporation. It’s one of the most influential companies in the gaming industry despite its family ranking being in the top fifty only.
“Crap,” August complained as he stretched his arms, followed by a sound of a fabric splitting into half.
August only sighed because of the unlucky situation. His black polo shirt that seemed to be worn out was torn now.
No wonder that it was torn easily. He had been using that shirt and his black slacks for a long amount of time— The same as his black and thick eyeglasses. That nerdy look of him made his co-workers give him a nickname that suits him well.
Pathetic commoner.
“Hey, aren’t you going home? Are you planning to sleep here?” said Kaylee, one of August’s co-employees. “You’re not doing overtime just to get the pay, aren’t you? Because if you do, you’re dead!”
“N-No,” August stammered as he pointed at his overheated computer. “I just need to finish a lot of things.”
Kaylee immediately grimaced as she saw the tons of documents on August’s left side. She suddenly forgot that almost all his co-workers in the strategy department make him do a lot of things.
Since August is stupid and poor, he always took their tasks even if he could just say no. But he wasn’t capable of doing that, so they’re taking advantage of his weakness.
"Okay, dummy.” Kaylee shrugged before she left the room.
August closed his eyes for a second and calmed himself down. Despite being in a good company, his co-workers mistreat him.
After that, August continued working as he crumbled onto his favorite dragon seeds. It was the only thing he could eat, unlike his co-workers who could go to restaurants after work.
His co-workers weren’t that rich, but they also weren’t that poor. On the other hand, August doesn’t have even a single penny to take a cab home.
But August didn’t mind all the differences. For him, he was blessed to be able to work at Sandoval Corporation despite his social status. His hard work and intelligence brought him to where he was now.
Now, he only wanted a promotion. Once he had a higher salary, he could now spoil Samantha, his girlfriend, and buy things she wanted.
AUGUST finished the job after two hours. He wouldn’t take an overtime tomorrow and will take Samantha on a date. He had everything planned for his surprise date, and bought two tickets for her favorite movie without her knowing.
‘She would love this, for sure.’ August thought and smiled.
He fixed his things, and documents, and shut down his computer.
On his way back home, he pulled his phone from his pocket and called Samantha. He wasn’t able to talk with her for today as they were both busy with their work.
Both of them were working for the same company, yet Samantha was rotated into a different department recently. As tiredness succumbed to his body, he only wanted to hear her voice.
“Who’s this?” asked Samantha in a weak and sleepy voice.
“It’s me, love.” August smiled as Samantha answered immediately like she was waiting for his call.
But that’s just what he thought.
"How have you been? I miss you—"
“You just disturbed my peaceful sleep, Augustus,” exclaimed Samantha, interrupting his words. “Don’t you know what time is it? Goodness! If you're just going to have a chit-chat with me, adjust it at the right time!”
August suddenly stopped walking as he heard how angry Samantha was on the other line. She was like that for months, and honestly, it’s starting to worry him. Samantha was a sweet girl back in college, but she changed now.
He wondered what happened to her, or if something bothered her.
"Stupid," Samantha even added, which he heard loud and clear.
He clenched his chest, trying to control himself. He wanted to burst out as he was tired and exhausted. However, the only thing he could do was sigh.
"Okay, Sam," answered August, surrendering. "See you tomorrow. I love you—”
But the call disconnected even before he could finish his sentence. Samantha already ended the call without even hearing what he wanted to say.
Shaking his head, August only took the phone back in his pocket and continued walking.
If he could have enough patience to deal with her secret relationship with Samantha, which she requested because they were colleagues and it would be awkward, he could deal with her sudden mood swings as well.
But, for how long?
AT almost eight o’clock in the morning, August arrived at the strategy department. He was able to arrive on time despite the lack of sleep. He grinned widely as he thought of Samantha.
August just arrived at work, yet he was excited to time out so he could see his girl.
‘How ironic,’ August thought, chuckling.
August entered the room like a wind passing on the street. He was used to his co-employees not greeting him because they treated him like an outcast. Even Samantha wasn't talking to him every time they were in the company unless it was for work purposes.
He sat in his cubicle and opened his computer, but stopped moving when Peter, one of his male co-employees, shouted inside their room.
“Guys, look!" Peter told everyone as he pointed at the screen of his phone. "Open your Ashbook accounts, quick! Something’s happening!”
August narrowed his eyes to look at the screen, and he saw that it was a live broadcast. He shrugged before he continued his routine— Working.
He didn’t have an Ashbook account or other social media accounts either. Samantha didn’t like him to engage on those platforms, and August only obeyed to make their relationship work. He only focused his attention on reading non-fiction books instead.
“Shit!” Kaylee exclaimed. “How romantic! I hope someone rich would also date me in a place like this!”
‘Date?’ August frowned as he stared at Kaylee. ‘Maybe I could bring Samantha there, too.’
August moved his chair towards Peter, who was beside him. “Can I take a look?”
It startled Peter a bit. The confusion was evident in his eyes, too.
"I don't have an Ashbook, that's why," explained August and showed Peter his phone. There were no other applications except the default ones and an ebook reader.
"Are you a caveman, dude?" asked Peter, who was amused and disappointed at the same time. It was his first time knowing that someone didn’t even have an Ashbook account.
'Pathetic,' said Peter as he shook his head. ‘No wonder he’s an outcast here.’
"You know Bruce Sandoval, right? The son of our CEO?” asked Peter. “He will propose to Samantha today!"
August flinched when he heard a familiar name.
‘It should be a coincidence, right?’ August consoled himself, but at the same time, the fear started creeping on his body. He couldn’t even take a look at Peter's screen.
"Samantha…" August trailed off. “Do you mean… Samantha Evergreen?"
“Yes!” exclaimed Peter. “She’s one of our colleagues! How amazing that you know her—”
He stopped speaking when he realized something. "Right! You were in the same college, weren't you?"
August didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled the phone from Peter’s hand without his consent.
"Hey!” Peter snorted, but August didn’t mind him as he stared on the screen.
There, he saw Samantha and a rich-looking guy sitting in front of each other. The place where they were looked expensive.
And as Bruce, the heir of the Sandoval family, kneeled in front of Samantha, August recognized the dress Samantha was wearing.
‘That dress… I bought it for her before!’ exclaimed August at the back of his mind.
He remembered how he saved money for that dress because Samantha told him she badly wanted it. Not knowing it was because of this special occasion.
"Will you marry me?" Bruce asked Samantha in a low and soft tone.
'Are you really going to betray me, Sam?'
August shut his eyes and clenched his left fist. Even though his heart was hurting, he was still hoping she would reject Bruce and return to him.
But it was only his wishful thinking.
“Yes!”
And as both of them kissed passionately, August's world fell apart.
AUGUST WASN'T able to move at first. His lips parted, and his eyes widened as he realized how Samantha betrayed him. Based on Peter and his other co-employees, Samantha and Bruce had known each other for a very long time. Which means that Samantha was also cheating on him for a long time as well. 'Is this the reason why you've been acting cold at me for all this time?' August breathed heavily. Every realization hit him right now—On how she wanted to make their relationship a secret. On top of that, she doesn't even want to acknowledge August as a colleague in the Sandoval Corporation. What Samantha asked was difficult for him, but because he loved her so much, and he wanted to make her stay, he never questioned everything she asked for. He promised to understand her, no matter how hard it was. 'And yet, this is what I got?' August clenched his fist tightly as he continued to watch the live broadcast. Bruce was still kissing Samantha passionately. His hands traveled onto her waist
WITH JUST one command, the bodyguards let go of him and took one step away from him. August turned his body to see who ordered them, only to see Samantha and Bruce. “So, it’s him…” whispered Bruce to Samantha before he leaned towards her, licking lightly onto her earlobe. "No wonder why you wanted to dump him so badly, baby." “B-Bruce…” said Samantha, feeling awkward as Bruce was doing naughty things in front of her ex-boyfriend. However, Bruce didn’t even budge. All she could do was close her eyes and feel how good Bruce’s tongue was. August suddenly clenched his fists at the sight. Bruce has everything everyone could ask for. Wealth, a good reputation, oozing sex appeal, and stamina that could make her moan in ecstasy every night, what more could she ask for? Everything Bruce has was the exact opposite of August. She never loved him, not even a bit. She just used him to buy the things she wanted, and to enter the Sandoval Corporation so she could execute her plan. ‘Samantha…’
"DO you think you've learned your lesson yet?" one of the bodyguards sneered, yanking August's hair and forcing him to meet the intense gaze of the three men towering over him. One of them stood with crossed arms, biting his lower lip in anticipation. Another lazily dragged on his cigarette, exuding an air of indifference. The third squatted before August and delivered another blow, snapping August out of his thoughts. After Bruce told them that they could do anything about him, one of the bodyguards made a powerful punch to August’s gut, causing August to cry in agonizing pain. Paralyzed and helpless, he was mercilessly dragged to the parking lot by the bodyguards. The other people didn’t care about what they would do to him, even though it would be something horrible. Once there, the bodyguards, bored and callous, unleashed their fury on him, treating him like a human punching bag. August could hear their sadistic laughter and gleeful chuckles as he coughed up blood, gaspi
A WEEK later and August was already healed. The medicine worked its magic, fastening his recovery. He suddenly felt relieved as his body became lighter, and the swelling in his knee receded. Although the pain was still there, it was more tolerable than the last time. What the nurse told him before wasn’t a joke. The hospital, the famous Remington Medical Hospital owned by the multi-billionaire Charles Remington, hadn't demanded a single dime for his stay in the VIP room. Someone had taken care of his medical bills, an act of kindness he should be grateful for. Yet, Samantha's betrayal had left him jaded, eroding his trust not just in her, but in the world as a whole. "Is there truly no ulterior motive?" he asked, slightly suspicious of the nurse who handed him a document to sign. "Can I truly walk away unscathed?" The nurse retorted with a hint of sarcasm, shaking her head. "If we had malicious intentions, would we bother curing you?" August's mouth opened slightly, his senses
THE next day, August found himself fixated on his phone screen, clad in a worn-out white t-shirt, faded pants, and carrying an old black bag on his back. He contemplated how to handle the unexpected money that had miraculously appeared in his bank account. It had been quite some time since August last set foot in the Sandoval Corporation. Uncertain of his current employment status there, he decided to take a risk and approach the management, determined to explain the reasons behind his absence from work. "I'm not sure if I should use this…” said August, his finger tapping on the screen as he proceeded to pay his monthly expenses. "But well, at least now I have the means to cover my expenses, or maybe even take a taxi." With this newfound fortune, August realized he not only had enough to cover his basic needs but also to indulge in some wants, a luxury he hadn't experienced before, given his modest paycheck. August didn’t know who sent him the money. Despite his efforts to uncover
AFTER the intense earlier scene in the room, Bruce, reluctantly but driven by necessity, hoisted August onto his back and hurriedly made his way to the hospital. The Remington Medical Hospital wasn’t the nearest hospital to the Sandoval Corporation, but Bruce saw it as an opportunity to leave a positive impression on Charles by assisting one of his employees. Due to the Remington family’s standing, everyone who wanted to propose a partnership between them found it challenging to cross paths with them. The Sandoval family wasn’t an exemption. However, Bruce refused to give up. The Remington family’s heir died long ago, and Sapphire Remington, Charles’ second child, would ascend as the heir. Once he seduced Sapphire, everything would be easy for him. He was willing to dispose of Samantha, driven by his insatiable greed. ‘With this, I can secure the support of the highest-ranking family!’ Bruce exclaimed inwardly. Little did he know, Charles was already aware of dirty tactics just
“THIS is the crucial evidence Samantha had given to Bruce, proving that you abused her and forced her into a relationship with you,” Henry's words echoed in August's mind as he stared at the Polaroid pictures he held. It was Samantha’s pictures— where she had bruises on her skin and a selfie with her face swollen as if someone had slapped her. August had seen these images before, not because he was the one who did this, but because he had been the one to tend to Samantha's wounds whenever she sought comfort in him. He remembered it all—the moments he questioned his girlfriend about what had happened, only to be met with her silence every time. Samantha never opened up to him, not even once. ‘Yet, Sir Henry claims this as evidence against me,"’ August thought, feeling a surge of madness at the accusation. As he played the footage from the mini-camcorder that came with the brown envelope, anxiety gripped August, and he gasped when he realized where the scene in the video took pla
"BREAKING NEWS! Bruce Sandoval, the eldest son of the Sandoval Family, has been honored with an award by the Brooklyn Nominations for his recently launched virtual game within their company…” August's fists tightened, desperately attempting to ignore the newscaster’s words. The news reached his ears loud and clear, yet it felt muffled within his mind. He was the one who poured his heart and soul into crafting the proposal for the new video game, dedicating his entire life to the company. Yet, someone else reaped all the glory. “What a fortunate man he is.” “Rich keep getting richer, while the poor suffer more.” It was a conversation between two customers at the restaurant where August worked as a waiter and dishwasher. When Bruce and Samantha tarnished his reputation, they didn’t just destroy his life, but they took everything he ever had. August lost his job, and in the days that followed, people who had watched the live show began hurling insults, belittling him. Some even w