Emperor's New Clothes

Chapter 9: My Middle Finger Salutes You!

"Woo!"

Ace felt like he reached a safe haven the moment his eyes caught the sight of a shining nth floor building.

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

"Why did I never thought that this place's this Beautiful?..." a trace of nostalgia hit his heart the moment the chauffer opened the door for him.

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

with his legs stiff and heart full of warmth, he walk down the elegant hallway.

he didn't even noticed the stares..

Ace just feels like he came back to the place where he belongs.

'This is my company. MINE...'

a gentle smile appeared in his lips.

"I really came back, did I?"

if there's something that he felt extreme pride from, it would be THIS; All of the steps of this humongous building and every branch that he built all over the world.

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

The place that never rejected him....

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

"Good Morning, Mr. President!"

Ace's gentle smile changed to a smile of ridicule and as he turned his 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 his legs and attempting to hide his shaking fingers, he smiled the biggest smile he could, turn his whole body, stood 'lazily' with his hands in his suit pants and spoke quite loudly.

A series of encouragement rang inside his 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 his 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.

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

HE'S FUCKING ENJOYING THIS!

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

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

This is so fucking enjoying!!

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

HE sure enjoyed his fucking self at his expense, huh?.

He snort. 'Just fuck you.'