Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!

Parker ate in silence, the faint crunch of fries the only sound filling the room. The crispy nuggets followed, dipped in just enough sauce to keep things from feeling bland. No rush. Just slow, methodical bites while his mind drifted.

Between bites, his free hand scrolled lazily through his phone, the screen casting a pale glow against his face. Notifications trickled in—follows—but he barely paid attention, thumbing past the endless feed like it was background noise.

By the time the nuggets were gone, the fries reduced to a few salty crumbs, Parker finally set the phone down. Plate cleared. Stomach full.

Before the evening fully set in, Parker went to his study and made a call with his full bag of cash, of course.

The school's admin answered in that too-polite voice, the kind that said they dealt with spoiled rich kids all day and were barely hanging on. When he told them he'd be returning, they just reminded him to report to the office in the morning. No questions. No curiosity. Silverbrook High didn't care as long as tuition was paid.

And speaking of tuition—Parker wasn't about to show up looking anything less than untouchable. He ordered new sets of uniforms with precise measurements for himself and Naomi. If she was going to be working under him even in school, she had to match the image.

No half-stepping. His errands girl had to look the part too.

But curiosity gnawed at him, so he dug a little deeper. Hacking into the school's database was a joke. He didn't even have to try. A few keystrokes, and there it was—Naomi was on a full scholarship. Figures. No way someone like her could normally afford Silverbrook, where most of the kids were legacies from families with some names engraved on buildings.

Her records painted a complicated past, but Parker didn't care to dive too deep. She had the grades, sure. The brain. But her acceptance wasn't just about merit—there was a personal favor involved too. The principal had ties to her family, which explained why she got in when others couldn't.

Parker shut his eyes, exhaling slowly.

He had this… thing. This weird-ass flaw in his brain he couldn't shake—treating the people in his circle better than he probably should. Sometimes it felt like a weakness, like he was giving too much, but deep down, Parker knew it was just strategy. The right person, treated right, could become a weapon sharper than anything else.

And Naomi? She was worth the investment.

The system had already confirmed it. Her loyalty wasn't just maxed—it was infinite. An actual glitch in the damn matrix. The girl was ride-or-die, straight up. Her affection wasn't quite there yet, hovering around the 50% mark, but loyalty was what mattered most. That's why he didn't hesitate spending on her.
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In fact, he knew exactly how to play the game.

Pulling up Infinity Holdings account, Parker casually wiped out Naomi's scholarship and paid the full tuition out of pocket. No discounts. No need for favors. The best money could buy.

Before finalizing the payment, Parker paused, leaning back in his chair with a thoughtful frown. He couldn't just do this without saying anything. Loyalty or not, people deserved a choice—especially with something this personal.

He tapped his phone, pulling up Naomi's contact. A quick message.

"Come to the study. Now."

A minute later, a soft knock sounded. When the door cracked open, Naomi stood there, hands behind her back, looking alert but slightly confused. "You needed me, sir?"

Parker nodded, gesturing toward the seat across from him. His face was unreadable, the same cold, calculating calm he always wore when handling business.

"Sit."

She obeyed instantly, smoothing her skirt as she perched on the chair's edge, posture straight. Parker's gaze flicked over her, noting the quiet tension in her shoulders.

"I'm planning to cover your tuition." His voice was blunt, all business, as he steepled his fingers together. "I looked into your records. The scholarship, your background—everything. I'm taking care of it personally. You won't need to rely on school favors anymore."

Naomi blinked, eyes widening, mouth parting slightly like she hadn't heard him right. "Wait… what? My scholarship—?"

"Will be gone," Parker confirmed coolly. "I'll pay the full amount, no strings attached. But I'm asking for your consent first. This is your decision."

For a beat, the room was silent, tension pressing down like a weight. Naomi's lips trembled, her usual sharp professionalism faltering.

"Why would you… I mean, sir, that's so much money—"

"Because you're my employee," Parker interrupted, his voice softer but firm. "And I take care of the people working under me. You've proven your loyalty. This is me returning that trust. But if you want to keep the scholarship, I won't override your choice."

Naomi swallowed hard, blinking faster as moisture welled up in her eyes. She tried to speak but had to stop, pressing her lips together. Finally, after a shaky breath, she nodded.

"Thank you," she whispered, voice thick. "I… I accept. I won't let you down, sir."

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Parker gave a short nod, almost dismissive, but there was the slightest flicker of approval in his eyes. "Good. I never expected you to." He shifted his attention back to his screen, fingers gliding over the keys as the system finalized the transfer.

Business handled. No further words exchanged.

Naomi lingered for a heartbeat longer, blinking away the tears before standing and bowing her head slightly. "I'll… return to my duties now."

"Do that."

As the door closed behind her, Parker exhaled slowly, leaning back in his chair. He didn't regret it. Not a damn bit. Some investments were worth it.

[Ding! Spent $150,000. Earned $1,500,000.]

That was the thing about playing this game right. Money wasn't real when you knew how to make it work for you. What was $150K when the system had already flipped it into ten times that amount? And this way, he didn't owe the school anything. No ties to the Blackwoods' name. No lingering strings same was Naomi.

Tomorrow they will just finalize the necessary paperworks.

The uniforms arrived later that evening, neatly folded in luxury garment bags, but Parker was already holed up in his room, done for the night.

He didn't bother with training in the Dream either—tonight, he just needed sleep. Tomorrow, school awaited.