Chapter 9: My Middle Finger Salutes You!

"Woo!"

I feel like I reached a safe haven the moment my eyes caught the sight of a shining nth floor building.

A big 'Michael's Group of Companies' in gold would blind your eyes while speck free floor to ceiling glass walls gives those that see the chance to let their eyes cry tears of blood in envy.

"Why have I never thought that this place is this Beautiful?..." a trace of nostalgia hit my heart the moment the chauffer opened the door for me.

A familiar place. familiar atmosphere. Even the wind's familiar too.

with my legs stiff and my heart full of warmth, I walk down the elegant hallway.

I didn't even notice the stares..

I feels like I came back to the place where I belong.

'this is my company. MINE...'

a proud smile appeared in my lips.

"I really came back, didn't I?"

if there's something that I feel extreme pride from, it would be THIS. Every single inch of this stupidly humongous building and every branch that I built all over the world.

this is the place that was built by my father, protected by my mother and prospered through my own hands.

the only place that never rejected me....

the very own treasure that made many worms turn their slimy behinds on me.

"Good Morning, Mr. President!"

My gentle and proud smile changed to a smile of ridicule as I turned my head to a Parade of Stupid C*nts led by a D*ck Snake.

"Speak of the devil and the Devil will come." ignoring the sudden tremble of my legs and attempting to hide my shaking fingers, I smiled the biggest smile I could, turn my whole body, stood 'lazily' with my hands in my suit pants and spoke quite loudly.

A series of encouragement rang inside my head.

'Fuck you!!! if you got scared off by that anaconda again, You should just fucking die again, Bastard!!!! Stand the hell straight!!!! try to cower and i'll kill myself!!!!!'

Everyone couldn't help but turn their heads to the breathtaking beauty of the man that dared to curse their 'President'.

A mix of admiration from my breathtaking looks and fear that the 'President' would punish the beauty were shown on their faces.

But that particular 'President' stood petrified staring at the 'brat' that was suppose to be psychologically broken and 'recuperating at home'. A clear look of confusion is written in his stupid face.

I couldn't help but smirk at Rick's dumb look.

I AM FUCKING ENJOYING THIS!

"Un.cle. Rick~" like a spell, my body's trembling slowed down as I saw how my mere existence threatened Rick. making him more threatened even became the biggest pleasure I newly discovered.

the mobs each gave their own reactions but those are unimportant to me right now as I watch how that ever composed look of Rick shed as I repeatedly glance at his minions behind him.

this is so fucking enjoying!!

I wondered if this was also how Rick felt whenever he played me before?

He sure enjoyed his fucking self at my expense, huh?.

I snort. 'Just fuck you.'

With newfound confidence and a cheerful stride, I walk in front of the two-faced 'demon lord'. Damn! if I only knew that this look at Rick's face will make me this ecstatic, I could have mustered my courage and did this much earlier!

Who the fuck's scared now, BASTARD!!!!

But of course, that's impossible, stupid.

I just had my fun while still hiding my trembling hands in my pocket and chant my 'fuck you spell' in my head.

Overcoming my trauma this easily is wishful thinking, you know?

but, still getting my kicks while trembling in trauma is what I aims right now.

'Hell yeah! Fuck You! hahahhaha!!!'

Fueling myself with a continuous series of cussing and curses, I managed to smile and show my beautiful face in front of the group of fuckers that may possibly be accomplices to my 'death'.

I slightly bow while trying to hide my giggle at the stupid looks from my former 'subordinates' faces. "Good Morning to all of you(Fuckers!)! I don't know If you're already informed about me but I'm Ace Michaels." I stood as straight and as regal as I can. "I'm Gerald Michaels' son and the Michaels' Fortune's RIGHTFUL HEIR."

'In your faces, BITCHES!!!!'

I happily listened to people's whispers while I enjoyed how Rick and Company stood petrified in shock and guilt. There was even an old bald man that dropped the documents he's holding and started trembling.

I secretly snickered. Damn Rick. Did he seriously chose this pig teammates?

I eventually calmed down. my heart stopped beating erratically and even my hands stopped trembling.

so, the people that made me tremble were THESE?

They're even more pathetic than me.

my heart grew cold and a look of disgust can't help but arise from my face.

Damn Leeches. would someone hyperventilate at this rate? haha!

the disgusted look from My face as well as the snicker in my lips unknowingly put pressure and planted fear deep inside Rick and the company's executives minds.

It's exactly like how a dead person came back and hunt you the hell down.

Maybe some of them only knew the disfigured Gerald but Rick and the older Executives clearly remember that admirable face.

From those clear and bright eyes, those tall and pointed nose, that lips that always sported a slight smile before...

Who would forget Gerald Michaels former face?

Even after I was disfigured, they could still vividly remember those memories.

And, that very same face... now, full of disgust, with my brows tied into a frown and my lips lifted in a ridiculing smile...

They almost believed that Gerald Michaels came back from the dead to hunt them.

Too bad they were right but wouldn't be able to know they were..

I wasn't able to hold back my giggle and the spell broke.

"Sorry. you know, social anxiety." a smile bloomed in my face. a beautiful smile still carrying a trace of ridicule it is. Exactly identical to the smile Rick gave me that day.

I enjoyed Rick's pissed off look.

this time, I confidently meet those green eyes.

I will be a hypocrite if I say that I can withstand it easily but I did.

Fuck you. You weren't much.

I challenge the anaconda through my eyes.

you dared ridicule me that day?

look at me fighting your killing intent now, asshole.

I secretly saluted him with a mighty Middle Finger.

if I could, I would even grasp my hands for a more dramatic look.

but it's too disgusting so, NO.

I just bowed slightly as a sign of 'thanks' "Thank you for looking after MY FAMILY'S Company, Uncle. I'm sure it's been hard on you." I then gave a sigh. "But, Don't worry, since I came back, I'll make sure to Lift. loads. off. your. shoulders. Alright? ..."

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Pig Team mates- lousy teammates. you know, those that dies first, or even drag their teammates to hell.