Chapter 79: Absolute Authority

"You?!" Inspector Vance shrieked hysterically, as spittle flew from his lips, his face turning a violent shade of purple rage because his fragile ego could not comprehend how a commoner had bypassed their heavy security. "How the hell did you get past the guards downstairs, you filthy street rat?!"

Director Hayes slammed his whisky glass onto the table, his face turning completely red as he stood up, entirely ready to protect his corrupt underling.

"Director! This is exactly the pathetic, hoodie-wearing trash I was just telling you about!" Vance roared maliciously, aggressively pointing a shaking finger directly at Rick’s chest, entirely eager to use his boss’s power to crush the intruder. "He followed me here! Call the armed guards right this second and have this beggar violently thrown out of the windows for trespassing!"

Rick did not get angry, nor did he yell, as a dark, highly villainous smirk completely stretched across his face, entirely unbothered by the loud barking of a crippled dog trapped at the bottom of a well.

He casually ignored their pathetic screaming, as he took slow, heavy, dominant steps directly toward the head of the massive mahogany table, entirely forcing the fat Director Hayes to nervously step back from his own chair due to the sheer, overwhelming pressure of Rick’s alpha presence.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing?!" Director Hayes stammered, as his hands frantically reached for the emergency security button under the desk, completely terrified by the phantom-like intruder.

Rick stopped right at the head of the table, as he accessed his system inventory with a swift mental command, instantly materializing a thick, legally stamped, pitch-black leather folder directly into his large hand out of thin air.

Without saying a single word, Rick aggressively slammed the heavy black folder directly onto the polished mahogany desk with a loud, resounding crack, completely silencing the two corrupt officials.

"I am the man who literally owns your pathetic existence," Rick declared coldly, his deep, dominant voice vibrating heavily through the boardroom and perfectly broadcasting into Lexi’s live microphone.

"I hold exactly fifteen percent of the Global Michelin Star Rating Board," Rick stated lazily, his deadpan eyes locking onto the terrified Director, entirely leaving absolutely no room for debate. "Which legally makes me the single largest controlling shareholder of this entire international corporation, completely holding absolute veto power over every single region on this planet."

Inspector Vance froze completely, as his brain violently short-circuited, entirely unable to process the sheer, impossible magnitude of the words leaving the street rat’s mouth.

"Hahaha! You are completely insane!" Vance laughed hysterically, actively courting death, as he looked at the plain black hoodie, completely refusing to accept the reality. "Director, this kid is a total fraud! He is probably a crazed fan of that slutty streamer behind him! Just have him arrested!"

But Director Hayes was not laughing.

The fat, corrupt executive was staring at the heavy black folder with pure, unadulterated horror, because as a high-level regional director, he immediately recognized the ultra-secure, encrypted global seals stamped perfectly onto the leather cover, which were absolutely impossible to forge.

With violently shaking hands, Director Hayes frantically dropped into his chair, immediately pulling open his highly secure executive laptop and logging directly into the highest tier of the global corporate share registry to verify the claim.

The absolute second the digital screen refreshed, all the blood violently drained from Director Hayes’s greasy face, leaving him as pale as a sheet of white paper.

Displayed in massive, undeniable bold letters right at the absolute top of the global hierarchy, entirely superseding every single other board member on earth, was one single name.

[Rick Smith - 15% Majority Controlling Stakeholder - Absolute Executive Authority]

"N-no... This is completely impossible..." Director Hayes whispered pathetically, as his knees physically gave out, causing him to slide entirely out of his expensive leather chair and collapse heavily onto his knees on the carpeted floor.

The fat director violently slammed his forehead against the floor in a desperate, pathetic kowtow, as tears of pure, unadulterated terror instantly exploded from his eyes, entirely acting like a loyal dog who had just been caught biting his master.

"Boss! Forgive me! I swear I had eyes but completely failed to see Mount Tai!" Director Hayes wept hysterically, entirely throwing away decades of corporate dignity as he desperately tried to save his miserable life. "I didn’t know who you were! This stupid, arrogant pig Vance completely lied to me! I have absolutely nothing to do with his pathetic extortion schemes!"

Inspector Vance’s jaw literally unhinged and dropped entirely to the floor, as he stared at his own powerful boss groveling and weeping at the feet of a man wearing a faded hoodie, completely paralyzed by the mind-shattering reality.

"Director... what are you doing?" Vance stammered breathlessly, his entire body shivering violently as his massive, arrogant ego completely shattered into a million tiny pieces. "He... he is just a street rat..."

"Shut your fucking mouth, you blind piece of trash!" Director Hayes roared maliciously, as he reached up from the floor and violently slapped Vance directly across the knee, completely desperate to distance himself from the doomed inspector. "He is the absolute owner of the entire board! You have completely ruined us all!"

Lexi stood near the broken doors, her ice-blue eyes completely wide with intense, burning lust, as she kept her streaming camera perfectly steady, completely broadcasting the absolute, devastating humiliation of the corrupt executives to her entire audience.

Her live chat was completely crashing the servers, as thousands of feral viewers completely lost their minds witnessing the ultimate face-slapping event in real-time.

[Chat_User_1: HOLY SHIT! HE JUST BOUGHT THE MICHELIN BOARD?!] [Chat_User_2: THE HOODIE WAS A TRAP! ABSOLUTE APEX PREDATOR SHIT!] [Chat_User_3: Look at the Director crying on the floor! LMAO! Karma is a bitch!] [Chat_User_4: RIP Inspector Vance’s entire bloodline! Bro is completely cooked!] [Chat_User_5: I am literally bowing to my screen right now! Rick is a literal god!]

Rick looked down at the two groveling, pathetic trashes crying at his feet, as a cold, apathetic look completely erased the smirk from his face, because watching these disabled frogs beg for mercy was entirely beneath him.

He slowly turned his head, looking directly into the lens of Lexi’s live streaming camera, completely radiating the terrifying, absolute authority of a true emperor.

"You are both violently fired, permanently blacklisted from ever working in the global culinary industry, and stripped of every single title you possess," Rick declared ruthlessly, his deep voice carrying a heavy, lethal sentence that entirely destroyed their entire lifelong careers in a single breath.

"But that is not all," Rick continued lazily, completely ignoring their hysterical, begging sobs, as he looked Vance dead in the eye. "I am having my personal corporate lawyers entirely audit your entire bloodline, tracking every single illegal bribe you have ever extorted, and sending all the evidence directly to the federal authorities so you can rot in a prison cell for the rest of your miserable lives."

"No! Please, Boss! I have a family!" Vance shrieked in absolute agony, entirely reaching his shaking hands out to grab Rick’s boots, completely realizing his life was entirely over.

Rick mercilessly kicked the corrupt inspector’s reaching hand away, as he casually turned around, completely bored of the trash.

"Get the fuck out of my building," Rick commanded lethally, leaving absolutely no room for debate.