The God Virus

After a while of cracking up, as he was done laughing, he started to deliberate in a rather solemn manner, ’Hmm... how should I go about this? In what kind of place can I put all of this money into a single debit card?’

Then, he started considering the possible options he had when his mind recalled a certain multinational financial services corporation which happened to be headquartered in Three World Financial Center in New York City.

"The American Express Company... that should be the most preferable choice..." Murmuring this, he pushed the lobby button of the elevator as he left 4 Times Square two minutes later.

...

A while later, as his driver, Mark Sanchez, opened the door of his car for him, the CEO ugly walked out as he took a single glimpse of the skyscraper in front of him, American Express Tower. This gigantic building was the headquarters of American Express Company.

Next, as Mark Sanchez followed him from a close distance, they sauntered into the building.

"Call your CEO, tell him an important guest has arrived." Mark declared as they strolled before the reception in charge of unique visitors.

The receptionist lady who heard this throw a momentary gaze filled with mock in the direction of Mark while thinking, ’You think anyone can meet our CEO just because that person wants to?’ However, being the professional receptionist she was, she questioned rather politely, "Sir, have you scheduled a meeting with our CEO... because I haven’t been informed of any visitors for today. If not, then-"

"Tell him the CEO of Virus Industries have come to see him, he’ll understand." Interrupting her words, Mark stated in a calm tone while thinking, ’I noticed that hint of mock within your eyes! Let’s see how you react now, bitch!’

And just as expected, the moment she comprehended the meaning of his sentence, with her eyes wide open in absolute shock, turning toward the CEO ugly, she was briefly dazed while pondering to herself, ’This level of ugliness... there is no mistaking it! It’s definitely him!’

"P-please wait for moment... I-I’ll immediately notify our CEO." Proclaiming this, she picked up the phone and directly dialed the emergency number which was a straight line to the CEO’s room. This number was so unique that from the moment she had started working here years ago, she had gotten the chance of dialing this number on a very few and rare occasions.

After whispering several words into the phone, she hung up the line at once. Next, while some beads of sweat were dripping from her forehead, she said, "M-Mr. CEO, our CEO said he’s rushing here right now. Please wait for a moment, while you’re here, would you like to have anything?"

Catching how nervous she appeared to be, the CEO ugly displayed a hideous smile while declaring, "No, thanks. We’ll just wait."

Before even five minutes had passed, however, the CEO ugly spotted an African American middle-aged man rushing in his direction. Immediately recognizing him from the data and information he had gathered before, he stood up as he also began walking toward him.

"Hello, Mr. Greg, to what do I owe this pleasure of meeting you today?" He exclaimed in a jovial manner. The moment he was notified the CEO of Virus Corporation himself was here. He had jumped from his chair as he had promptly rushed over.

"Haha, hello, Mr. Nault, the pleasure is mine." The CEO ugly replied while shaking hands.

"Please follow me... this way." Said the CEO of American Express politely pointing toward a particular direction where there was an elevator.

...

Ten minutes later, they were sitting inside a luxurious hall which was apparently prepared for the filthy-rich customers.

Soon, a special employee of that place approached them and started introducing different types of beverages while also asking which one they would love to have. Even a luxurious menu was handed over to the CEO ugly.

"Haha... it feels like I’ve come to a high-class luxury restaurant rather than a corporation like American Express Company." Uttered the CEO ugly in an amused tone.

Not stopping there, however, he went on, "Anyway, thanks for the great hospitality, but I won’t be eating or drinking anything. Moreover, since I’m not a person who likes beating around the bush, I’ll just state the purpose of my visit straight away. How does that sound, Mr. Nault?" Displaying a brilliantly horrific smile, the CEO ugly mouthed.

"Haha... a great man you are indeed, Mr. Greg!... You must be a busy person, so that’s fine by me, but you gotta promise me a cup of drink at a later date!" Exclaimed the other CEO.

"Sure, why not." Accepting the offer, the CEO ugly continued further, "Anyhow, I’m here because I would like to sign up and receive a special type of debit card for our chairman."

The second these words entered the other CEO’s ears, however, as if he had just heard the greatest melody in the world, his eyes started to glow like the sun itself before he said, "Haha, of course! Of course! That’s honestly our honor... but if it’s not rude of me to ask, how much deposit are we talking about here?" At this point, picking up his cup of coffee, his eyes were filled with shining stars as he waited in great anticipation.

’Ah... it’s nothing much, just a hundred billion dollars." Responded the CEO ugly directly with his tone so casual one would definitely feel pure disbelief toward it.

"Just a hundred million dollars, I see... that’s a good amount, to be honest..." Taking a mouthful from his coffee, the other CEO voiced wearing a jovial facial expression while deliberating to himself, ’Well... a 100 million dollar debit card... that’s not bad!"