Chapter 2

“Now that I’ve left, the server login authorization naturally stopped.”

Henry exploded on the other end of the line. “A personal project? That’s bullsh*t! You worked at the company! Everything you used belongs to the company!”

I took a sip of water and calmly threw his own words back at him.

“Mr. Fuller, we’re a logistics company. What matters is physical labor.

“Systems like that aren’t that important, right?”

The line went silent for a full five seconds.

Then came an even more hysterical roar. “Sam! I’m warning you! This is commercial sabotage! I’ll sue you! I’ll send you to prison!”

I laughed, unconcerned.

“Sure. My lawyer is with Skyfast Law. You can have the company’s legal team contact them.

“Oh, and one more thing. The server is overseas. It’s protected under local law.”

Henry’s voice cut off instantly, like a chicken being strangled.

Skyfast Law was one of the top firms in the country. There was no way he hadn’t heard of it.

I hung up, and the world finally went quiet.

A few minutes later, Mark called again.

“Sam, did Henry call you? I heard from the warehouse guys that the entire system is down. He’s completely lost it.”

“He did. I shut him down.”

“Serves him right!” Mark laughed loudly.

After laughing, he hesitated, then asked honestly, “Sam, let me ask you something. With your skills, why did you stay in our small warehouse for five years?”

I walked over to the window and looked at the traffic outside.

My chest felt tight.

“My dad was an old-school logistics guy, driving trucks his whole life.

“He always thought messing with computers was not a real job and that only physical strength mattered.

“I built this system and stayed here because I wanted to prove to him that technology could create more value than brute force.”

Unfortunately, he didn’t live to see it.

Mark fell silent.

“Sam, you really went through a lot.”

“It’s all in the past.”

“Oh, there’s something you need to know!” Mark’s tone suddenly shifted.

“When I was leaving, I heard Henry calling group headquarters!

“He actually claimed the warehouse system was a revolutionary new platform he personally led the development of!”

I scoffed silently.

“He even said he’s planning to use his system to bid for SF Logistics’ annual regional distribution contract!”

I tightened my grip on the phone.

So Henry planned to turn my work into his ladder to success.

A plan quickly formed in my mind.

“Mark, when is the bidding conference?”

“Next week. At the city’s international convention center.”

“Good.”

A cold smile curved my lips.

‘Henry, you want to use my work to shine?

‘Then I’ll let you use it and watch you fall.’

I’m taking that contract.

…

Henry moved faster than I expected.

The very next day, an industry news site published an exclusive interview with him.

The headline read: [A Revolutionary in Logistics—Young Talent Henry Fuller and His Intelligent Dispatch System]

In the article, every word of my design documents was presented as his so-called “proprietary achievement”.

Even worse, near the end of the interview, he added a casual remark.

“I previously had an assistant who was fired for stealing the company’s core technology.”

The news alert popped up on my phone.

Before I could even react, my sister called.

She was a senior patent lawyer.

“Sam! I saw the article! That Henry—I can bury him!”

Her voice shook with fury.

“I’ve already sent my team to collect evidence! Patent infringement, commercial defamation… We’ll stack the charges, and I’ll sue them into bankruptcy!”

“Sis, don’t,” I said, stopping her.

“What? Are you afraid of him?”

“No.”

I stared at Henry’s smug face on the screen.

“What he stole wasn’t just code.

“It was my memory of Dad.

“This revenge has to be carried out by me.”

And it had to happen right at the moment he was standing at the very top.