All Chapters of The Whole Building's Mine: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

After leaving the company, I did not rush to the subway station to endure the heavy rush hour traffic.Instead, I turned around and walked into the VIP-exclusive elevator nearby, pressing the button for the top floor.The moment the elevator door closed, I took out my phone and dialed a number. "Hello, Mr. Wilson?""Oh, Malcolm. No, no, no. I should be calling you Mr. Lewis."A booming voice came through the phone. He was George Wilson, the property manager of this building, the Goldmill Building."How's it going? Done playing ordinary for a while?" "Yes." I watched the elevator numbers rapidly changing, my tone calm, "I was laid off. The reason was a lack of competitiveness and inability to create value for the company."George roared on the other end, making my ears buzz, "What? Which damn company was stupid enough to do that? How dare they fire you? "You just finalized the paperwork yesterday to make this entire building your personal property. They have no idea who they'

They were enjoying the thrill of trampling people underfoot, as if this could somehow mask the fear of the company's impending collapse.Alexis was so anxious that she was on the verge of tears. She motioned frantically to me to hurry up.I looked at Fred's greasy face in amusement. "Fred."I spoke calmly. My voice was not loud, but everyone in the room heard me clearly. "Did you misunderstand something?"Fred froze. "Misunderstand what? That you're actually a wealthy heir? Don't kid yourself. You haven't changed your shoes for two years; why pretend?"I shook my head. I took out a piece of paper from my backpack. It was not a resume, nor an apology letter; it was a copy of an official document bearing an embossed seal. "I'm not here to apply for a job. I'm here to inform you."I waved the paper in my hand. "Due to Peak Performance Media, Inc.'s failure to pay three months of management fees and one month of rent, with no response to our payment demands, we are terminating the le

In the darkness, Fred finally broke down.His arrogant boss act crumbled under the glare of the powerful flashlights and the imposing presence of security guards in black.He crawled and stumbled toward me.With a thud, he knelt down. His knees hit the hard floor, making a painful sound. "Mr. Lewis. Sir Lewis. Lord Lewis." Fred clung tightly to my thigh, his face covered in tears and snot. There was not the slightest trace of the "wolf-like godfather" aura he had just moments ago. "I was wrong. I didn't recognize greatness. I was blind to look down upon others." "Don't reclaim the premises. If you do, my company is doomed. All my efforts will be wasted."I looked down at him.Just five minutes ago, he was still standing on that platform, wanting me to kneel and bark like a dog."Mr. Waller, don't do this." I stepped back and pulled my legs away in disdain. "Didn't you say the company doesn't keep dead weight and everyone needs to be competitive? "Well, now's your chance to

"Serves him right. Karma's a b*tch.""Malcolm did a great job this time."The only ones left in the conference room were Fred, slumped on the floor, and a scene of utter disarray.The employees had left with their belongings.When passing by, each of them respectfully called me "Mr. Lewis," with their eyes filled with gratitude.Fred's eyes were glazed over as he continued muttering to himself, "It's okay. As long as I have my clients, I can rise again. Yes. Mr. Barton. Mr. Bill Barton from Summit Group is coming to sign the renewal contract today."He seemed to have grasped the last lifeline, suddenly looking up, his eyes wild with excitement."Mr. Barton is an old client. As long as he signs the contract, I'll get the advance payment. I can reopen elsewhere. "Malcolm, don't be too full of yourself too soon. Business is all about connections. Aside from owning a few buildings, you don't know a damn thing about business."Speaking of the devil, footsteps suddenly echoed from