Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!

Parker didn't give a shit. He grabbed the LV duffle from the backseat, casually unzipping it to pull out a fat bundle of hundreds, the paper snapping together with that delicious crisp sound as he stepped out.

Yeah, let 'em look. The automatic doors slid open with a ding, and the smell hit him—grease, salt, chicken. Heavenly. The place was decently packed. College kids. Some families. A few cashiers working the rush. And then his eyes landed on the cashier at the front.

She looked about his age, maybe a year older. Curly hair tucked back under her visor, soft brown eyes, tired but still polite as she worked through the line. Her uniform was neat, but there was no hiding the exhaustion behind that forced smile.

And now she was staring too. Everyone was.

Parker walked up like he owned the place—because, honestly, he felt like he could walk however fuck he wanted.

The girl blinked, straightening up.

"Uh... welcome to McDonald's. What can I get you?"

Parker tossed the cash bundle onto the counter with a solid thunk.

"Yeah, uh...lemme get all your crispy chicken. Like—all of it. Fries too. Super salty. And nuggets. Oh—McFlurries. The Oreo ones. Actually, just load me up with everything you got that's fresh."

The girl blinked, looking between him and the cash. "Umm... card or cash, sir?"

Parker raised a brow, dead serious. "Lady, you see the cash right here."

"...Right. Cash."

She started ringing it up, clearly flustered but trying to keep it together as she listed off the total.

"$183.67."

Parker didn't even blink.

He peeled off four crisp hundreds from the stack, sliding them across the counter. "Keep the change."

The girl froze. Eyes wide.

"Wait, seriously? That's like—"

"Yeah, I know." He shrugged. "Consider it a tip."

Her face broke into the brightest smile he'd seen all day. "Oh, my God! Thank you so much! Do you need help carrying all this? Like—it's a lot of food."

Parker nodded, smirking. "Yeah, sure. Help me out, superstar." She blushed slightly but moved quickly, packing bag after bag while sneaking little glances at him.

A few whispers echoed around the joint. "Who the hell is this guy?"

"...Look at that car—"

"...Cash? In this economy??"

Parker just waited, calm, cool, like he hadn't just tipped a random cashier more than $300 for nuggets. Once everything was packed, Parker grabbed a few bags while the girl followed him out, struggling a bit with the last two.

"Nice car," she said, almost nervous.

Parker chuckled. "Yeah, she gets me from point A to point flex." The doors to the Phantom unlocked with that smooth, expensive click as he popped the trunk, carefully placing the bags inside.

"Thanks again," she said, still clearly stunned.

Parker nodded, sliding into the driver's seat, his hand briefly brushing the starlight headliner as he settled back in. "No problem. Have a good one, superstar."

The Rolls glided away, smooth as silk.

Yeah...he needed that.

But as the city blurred by again, he realized something—

That McDonald's was way too close to his school. The last thing he needed was to run into some idiot from his class. Imagine trying to explain pulling up in a Phantom with 700 grand in the backseat.

Nah, he wouldn't even glance at them. Time to head home.

****

The estate gates opened automatically as he returned, the Phantom gliding back into the garage like a king reclaiming his throne. He grabbed the food and the LV bag, making his way inside.

The house was quiet. Too quiet.

He dropped the food bags on the kitchen island and flopped onto the couch, flipping on the massive flat-screen. Some random documentary started playing, but his mind was elsewhere.

A few minutes later, Elena appeared, already organizing the food he brought.

"Boss...did you just buy half of McDonald's?"

Parker shrugged, smirking. "Yeah. Figured I'd share the wealth."

Elena shook her head but smiled, setting a few fries and nuggets aside for herself.

And then out of nowhere it hit him when he remembered the selfie girls... He had zero social media presence. Well...except for those anonymous accounts he used for his other villain business dealings. But nothing real. Nothing personal.

He pulled out his Samsung, the oversized screen lighting up as he stared at it for a second and then the fact iPhone.

Maybe it was time to fix that.

"Guess we're making a social media account tonight," he muttered.

Parker sat back on the massive couch, his phone resting on his thigh as he scrolled through the freshly made Instagram profile. @NoLimit_illionaire—the name hit just right. Wealth. Power. Untouchable energy. Yeah, he wasn't on here to inspire kids or drop motivational quotes. This was pure flex.

The kind of page that made people think, Damn, who is this guy?

The profile pic? Perfection. He'd taken one of those shots Claire and Alina had snapped of him in The Empire Room—chill, sharp, expensive as hell. Then, using his own photo-editing skills, he'd turned it into a sleek anime-style image, him sitting like a king on the hood of his Rolls-Royce Phantom, arms spread, face shadowed, but still looking cold as fuck.

TikTok was next. Easier. @NoLimitVillain, with the bio: Your Neighborhood Villain. Same vibe, same energy, just unhinged enough to match the content he planned. Flash. Power. A touch of chaos.

X? He kept it simple—same name as IG. Consistency mattered when you were building an empire, even if it was just for the aesthetic. Besides, no one was gonna link these accounts to him—not when he had personally built the app encrypting his phones. Yeah, Parker was that good with computers.

Half the shit people paid hackers for, he could do from his bed with a sandwich in hand.

So why was he even bothering with all this? Maybe it was just instinct—maybe that weird urge he got earlier seeing those girls taking selfies on the street, capturing their perfect moments like they were the main characters of life. And Parker? He was the main character of his life. His life just didn't fit in a 10-second clip. Yet here he was, throwing his name into the social media void like he'd just dropped the first card in a high-stakes game.

With a small smirk, he followed Tessa on everything. Cassidy? Of course she wasn't on Instagram, but her X account was there. Ava and the "Real Estate Avengers" were all over IG and X, predictably professional.

He followed them too, keeping it casual—no comments, no likes. Just watching.

Satisfied, Parker locked his phone.

As if on cue, Naomi walked in, carrying a McDonald's bag in both hands—the very same food he'd bought earlier, the scent of fries hitting like a gut punch of pure nostalgia.

"Here boss," she said, setting it down in front of him. But she didn't leave.

Parker didn't look up immediately, grabbing a fry instead and crunching down with exaggerated slowness. "Spit it out."

She shifted her weight, almost awkward, then finally spoke. "I just...wanted to ask. Do you need me around tomorrow? Or can I attend school?"

Parker blinked, leaning back with a thoughtful hum. School, huh? Yeah, he did technically still go there too, but no one really noticed him. He wasn't invisible—just...forgettable. Well, he had been before.

"Nah, it's fine. I'm going too," he answered, popping a fry into his mouth like it was nothing.

Naomi blinked. "Wait, what? You...you go to school?"

Parker's lips twitched. Oh this was gonna be good. Stay updated via My Virtual Library Empire

"Yeah. Same school. Same grade. Probably even the same damn classes, different sections."

She squinted, clearly not buying it. "No way. I'd remember seeing you."

He tilted his head, resting his arm on the back of the couch. "Really? Parker Black. That ring a bell, or you just bad with names?"

For a second, she looked completely lost—then her whole face lit up in shock, mouth slightly parted.

"Wait. The Parker BLACK?"

Parker nodded, smirking.

"Holy—" She actually gasped. "You're that Parker Black? Bro, you're kinda infamous. Half the school talks about you. And then being cousins with Vivian and Annabelle—" She stopped herself, realizing she'd just overshared.

"Shit. Sorry. I didn't mean to—"

Parker waved her off, grabbing his drink. "Relax. It's not a big deal. I don't care what people say. Rumors stay rumors. Long as you keep doing your job, we're good."

Naomi exhaled, nodding. "Yeah...yeah, of course. My bad. I just—wow. Kinda crazy. I mean, no offense, but you were way more...quiet back then. Like, you didn't even—"

"Exist?" Parker offered, half-joking.

She laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of her neck. "I was not gonna say that, but...kinda?"

He just shrugged. Yeah. That version of him was dead anyway.

Naomi lingered for a moment, hesitating. Then: "So...guess we're riding together tomorrow?"

"Yeah. Elena can handle the house."

"Damn," she muttered with a grin. "I'm seriously having trouble believing we've been in the same school all this time. Thought you were, like, homeschooled or something like those millionaire rich kids, boss." she was happy than he had expected.

Parker just smirked.

Tomorrow was gonna be interesting.