Mocked at Reunion, Until My True Identity Stunned ThemChapter 1
I had been away for seven years. When I finally returned, it was for a field assignment.
By coincidence, a high school reunion was happening at the same time. Despite my current status, I decided to attend; it had been years since I last saw my old classmates.
Everyone seemed to be thriving. Mercedes, BMWs, Audis and luxury cars lined the parking lot like trophies of success.
Unfortunately, the municipal car fleet had suffered a bout of food poisoning that day, leaving me with no choice but to take a taxi to the restaurant. Even my secretary wasn’t with me; I had to keep a low profile, after all.
As luck would have it, my classmates spotted me stepping out of the taxi. Immediately, they started mocking me for studying so much, only to end up without even a car to my name.
Thorne Bennett sauntered over, arriving in a Bugatti Veyron. He clapped me on the shoulder, smirking. "Come work at my company. You have no high position, but I can let you be a janitor. At least that way, you’ll get a car, finally one of us, huh?"
Rowan Dawson, my old rival from high school, leaned in with a sneer. "Or maybe you could go crawling back to your ex. Lilith West is a Lawson opera master now. She’s loaded, who knows? You might finally get a shot at driving a luxury car."
I merely smiled, unfazed.
"With my job, I’ll never get the chance to drive a luxury car in this lifetime."
***
High school was true youth.
There had been innocent romances, the relentless grind of preparing for college entrance exams and friendships forged through shared hardships.
So, despite my special status now, despite no longer fitting into casual gatherings with old classmates, I still chose to attend the reunion.
That day, the municipal car fleet suffered a case of food poisoning, leaving me without a driver. But it didn’t matter. I had planned to keep a low profile anyway. I took a taxi and didn’t even bring my secretary.
Of course, I was well aware that my movements carried weight now. Security had already been arranged, silent figures stationed along my route and discreetly positioned at the hotel.
Before long, the taxi pulled up in front of the grand entrance.
As I stepped out, my gaze landed on a lively group. They were none other than my old classmates, deep in conversation, laughter spilling between them.