Waking up in a World Where I am the Wealthiest

Chapter 2

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Stephen

It did not help that I scrolled down into her accounts and saw her flexing to our friends and families that she got herself a brand new boyfriend.

She deleted all our five pictures together like she does not want anything to do with me while still living in my own apartment and using the things that she begged me to buy for her.

“Moving onto the next chapter of my life,” she captioned her sweet photo with Arnold.

And the comments under it did not make me feel any better.

“Girl, where is Stephen? Did you already dump that loser?”

“Good thinking Cassey. This man will give you the best life that your poor ex cannot give to you.”

Even her friends looked down on me.

“Damn it,” I muttered under my breath and grabbed my jacket.

I decided to just go out and buy myself a can of beer. I can’t work today knowing the son of my boss just f****d my girlfriend in my own apartment and they have been flaunting each other’s relationship all over social media.

Now if that does not sound so f****d up then I don’t what does.

I handed the staff a ten-dollar bill after opening the lid and bringing it into my mouth. Suddenly, he gasped and then pushed the bill back to me. In utmost surprise he even did not touch the bill and just pushed it using a bottle as if he's afraid to damage it using his hand.

I inspected the bill out of curiosity of his reaction. It was not even dirty. It’s clean and crisp, the crispiest bill I have ever touched on in my entire life.

“Sir, you are only buying a can of beer, not buying this whole store. And please, we are not here to praise you for finally having your first ten-dollar bill, sir. Obviously, we don’t have a chance with it so stop pranking us.”

My forehead creased. What the hell is this man talking about? “Are you the one pranking me? a*****e this big does not have a change for a mere ten dollars? It’s just ten dollars for crying out loud. You gotta be kidding me. And a ten-dollar can buy a whole grocery store? Man, you gotta have something in your head to be thinking that,” I said out of frustration not believing any of his words.

I just want to go back and rot in the room and drink the rest of my beer, not here arguing about some money change.

What store in the whole country that doesn’t have a chump change for a money this small?

But the cashier looked more offended than ever. “Do I look like I am kidding sir? If you are just here to flaunt your riches, then I am telling you to go out before I call the police for having a suspicious customer like you. A man this rich should be buying in big stores, not here in our small marketplace.”

My mouth fell open. Really? The police will get involved just for a few dollars? This is getting more hilarious than ever!

“You already opened it so you have to pay for it. Give me a 100th of a cent.”

“A 100th of a cent?!” I exclaimed before erupting into laughter. This is the most absurd thing I have ever heard in my entire life. “Where the hell would I get that? Does that even exist in our money economy?”

But the staff replied seriously. “Sir, we are not kidding here. Ten dollars for just a can of beer? We are not here playing games with you. We are here trying to make a living.”

“But what’s wrong with ten dollars? For sure, you have a chump for a change.”

“Sir, you are trying to buy the whole neighborhood already,” he answered straight up, so I know that he is really not joking.

“What are you talking about?”

My phone rang and as I fished it out, my eyes literally turned wide upon seeing the incessant messages coming on the screen.

“Your outstanding loan of $5000 micro-dollars has been paid already. You still have an outs

“Your credit of $10, 500 micro-dollars is already paid. Your remaining balance amounting to 50, 000 dollars is…”

Micro-dollars? Did the banks get hacked?

Since when did we use this kind of system?

I scrolled more to see my transaction history and true enough, they are all in micro-dollars!

One regular dollar is equal to one million dollars here so my 50,000 dollars in my bank account equals thousands of billions of dollars!

My head spun and trickles of sweat began running down my face.

The economy shrunk its money system but then the money in my bank is intact? The f**k is happening here?

I stared wide eyed at the employee. “Wait, are you guys using micro-dollars here?” I looked at the bill on my hand, “Does it mean that this bill is equal to millions already?”

“Yes, sir. It’s already a fortune. You can even buy this whole building and the one in the front for that money.”

“What the f**k is happening here?” I asked myself silently while taking out my cellphone to look at the figure of my bank account again. “Am I going crazy? Am I so high even if I don’t do drugs?” I whispered to myself.

Am I transported into a world where I am the richest man? I asked myself because I literally could hear the one that the TV anchor was talking about.

Does it mean I am the richest man in this world now?!

Good thing that I have a cent left in my pocket that I left on the counter but even that was met with a gasp from the man who is in utter disbelief that I would pay hundreds for just a can of beer.

I left the grocery store bewildered about the sudden turn of events.

“Am I dreaming?” I pinched myself and then grimaced when it stung. “This is reality now. This is my reality now!”

And that bewilderment turned into being hypnotized when a literal goddess of a woman wearing a formal set of suit walked out of her car and came up to me offering her hand, praises in the air from the onlookers for having such a woman in the neighborhood with finesse and elegance.

“Good day Mr. Sullivan. I am Sheila Brixton from Apollo News. Can I have a moment with you, please?”