Rebirth Of The Tycoon: I Shall Dominate The World

We didn't waste a second putting our plan into action. Every step had to be flawless, every move calculated. If we slipped up even once, it wouldn't just be Samuel going down—it'd be us.

I started by watching Samuel, learning his habits, and figuring out who he spent time with. The guy was predictable to a fault, which made our job easier. Janet worked on crafting the fake evidence, poring over old texts and emails to match his style perfectly. She had an uncanny ability to make it look real—like Samuel himself had written it.

Todd, our resident tech genius, took care of the digital side. He doctored payment records, edited timestamps, and set everything up to point straight at Samuel.

"It has to look natural," I told them during one of our late-night meetings. The air in our hideout was thick with energy and nerves. "The teachers can't suspect that someone planted this. They need to think they uncovered it themselves."

Janet smirked. "Don't worry. I've got fake group chats where Samuel's bragging about how untouchable he is. That'll do the trick."

"And the tip-off?" Todd asked, glancing at me.

I grinned. "Already sent. By the time this is over, Samuel won't know what hit him."

The first domino fell during lunch. A rumor started spreading—Samuel had been exposed. Someone had seen a screenshot of a conversation where he admitted to selling test answers. By the time the lunch period was over, everyone was talking about it.

I made sure to keep the fire going, but subtly. "I've been hearing stuff about Samuel," I said to a group of students, keeping my tone casual. "Sounds like he's been taking risks. If it's true, he's screwed."

Janet played her part perfectly, slipping the fake screenshots to a nosy student known for gossiping. Predictably, the kid couldn't keep their mouth shut. They mentioned it to a teacher, pretending it was an accident. The bait was taken.

The school's investigation started quietly, but it didn't take long for them to zero in on Samuel. During an exam, a teacher confiscated a student's phone and found messages that traced back to him. It was like watching dominoes fall, one after another.

When Samuel was called to the principal's office, I could see the panic in his eyes. "This is a mistake!" he shouted, his voice shaking as he was escorted away.

But the evidence we planted was airtight. Payment records, chat logs, and even fake testimonies—it all painted a damning picture. He never stood a chance.

The news spread fast. By the next day, everyone knew Samuel was done. His clients dropped him immediately, terrified they'd be implicated. His reputation went from untouchable to untouchable—in a whole different way.

Back in our hideout, we were buzzing with adrenaline. Todd leaned back in his chair, a triumphant grin on his face. "Well, that was easy."

Janet laughed. "We didn't just take him down. We made an example out of him. No one's going to challenge us now."

I smiled, but deep down, I knew better than to let my guard down. "This isn't over. The teachers are still watching. We need to stay ahead."

Later that night, as I was reviewing our work, my phone buzzed. It was a message from an unknown number.

"You're playing a dangerous game, William. Don't forget who gave you the rules."

A chill ran down my spine. I stared at the message, trying to figure out who could've sent it.

"Who was that?" Todd asked, noticing my expression.

I forced a smile and slipped my phone back into my pocket. "No one important."

But I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching us—someone who knew exactly what we were doing.

As I lay in bed that night, my mind raced. I had always thought we were the ones in control, but now, for the first time, I wasn't so sure.

Whoever sent that message wasn't just a threat. They were a shadow, looming over everything we'd built. And I had a feeling they weren't done with us yet.

I couldn't shake the unease of that message. As much as I tried to dismiss it, the words lingered in the back of my mind. The rules? What rules? And who had given them to us?

While Todd and Janet celebrated our flawless execution of Samuel's downfall, I found myself distracted. The mastermind wasn't just some random observer. Whoever they were, they knew too much—and they had a stake in this game.

Across town, in a quiet, dimly lit café, a woman sat across from Selena. She was composed, her movements deliberate as she stirred her tea. Her eyes sparkled with a sharp intelligence, the kind that made you think twice before speaking carelessly.

Selena, however, wasn't intimidated. "You called me out here just to talk about them?" she asked, her tone sharp but curious.

The woman smiled, a calculated expression that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Not just to talk about them. To set the stage for what's next."

Selena leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. "And what exactly are you planning?"

"Let's call it... a continuation of the game." The woman's smile grew slightly wider. "William and his little team think they're untouchable. That's their first mistake. They haven't realized yet that every move they make, I'm already ten steps ahead."

Selena raised an eyebrow. "You seem awfully invested in this. Why not just expose them yourself?"

"Where's the fun in that?" The woman's tone was almost playful, but her eyes betrayed a cold determination. "I don't want them to just fall. I want them to unravel. Piece by piece. They need to know they're not the players—they're the pawns."

Selena hesitated, clearly torn between loyalty to William and the pull of the woman's calculated charm. "What do you want me to do?"

"Nothing drastic," the woman said smoothly, taking a sip of her tea. "Just keep being their friend. Stay close. Feed me the details when I need them. They trust you, don't they?"

Selena's silence was answer enough.

Back at our hideout, the celebration was winding down. Todd was packing up his laptop, Janet was scrolling through her phone, and I sat alone, staring at the message on my screen.

My gut told me something was off, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I replayed the events of the past few weeks in my mind, searching for anything I might have missed.

That's when it hit me. Selena had been unusually quiet lately. She was always around, but her energy had shifted. She asked fewer questions, avoided certain topics, and seemed almost... distant.

I shook the thought away. Selena had been with us since the beginning. She wouldn't turn on us—would she?

As Selena walked out of the café, her phone buzzed with a message from the woman she'd just met.

"Good work tonight. Keep your head down and follow the plan. The fun is just beginning."

Selena stared at the screen, her face a mix of guilt and apprehension. She quickly tucked the phone back into her pocket and headed home.

Meanwhile, the woman in the café lingered for a moment, tapping her nails against the table. She pulled out her phone and typed a message, sending it to an unknown recipient.

"They've made their move. Now it's my turn. Let's see if William is as clever as he thinks he is."

She leaned back, a smirk playing on her lips. The game wasn't just continuing—it was about to escalate.