Rebecca stared at Jake like he'd just spoken a foreign language.
"You'll pay a fifty percent rush fee?" Her voice came out flat. Disbelieving. "On top of two hundred thousand dollars worth of merchandise?"
"That's what I said." Jake pulled out his phone. "Ring it up."
The saleswoman at the register looked between them. Her finger hovered over the scanner, waiting for permission.
Rebecca's professional mask cracked completely. "This is ridiculous. You walk in here looking like you've been sleeping under a bridge, and now you're telling me you can spend three hundred thousand dollars?"
"More like three hundred and ten with taxes." Jake kept his voice level. "Are we doing this or not?"
A customer near the window whispered something to her companion. They both stared.
Rebecca's jaw worked. She was trapped. If Jake actually had the money, turning him away would cost her the biggest sale of the year. Maybe the biggest sale the boutique had ever seen.
But if he was bluffing, she'd look like a fool for entertaining him.
"Fine." The word came out through clenched teeth. "Sarah, ring up everything. All VIP merchandise. The watches. Add a fifty percent rush service fee."
Sarah, the saleswoman, nodded quickly. Her hands shook slightly as she resumed scanning.
The total climbed on the register display. Jake watched the numbers tick higher.
One hundred twenty thousand. One hundred forty. One hundred sixty.
Sarah's voice was barely a whisper. "Including the rush fee and taxes... the total is $327,450."
Rebecca's eyes never left Jake's face. Waiting for him to crack. To admit it was all a joke. To run.
Jake opened his banking app. The balance still showed over eleven million. He started the transfer process.
"I'll need your banking information," he said.
Rebecca pulled a business card from her jacket. Handed it over without a word. Her hand was steady, but Jake caught the tightness around her eyes.
He entered the information. Double-checked it. Hit confirm.
The phone showed a loading screen. Processing.
Everyone in the boutique had stopped pretending to shop. They were all watching now. Waiting.
The screen changed.
**TRANSFER COMPLETE**
**$327,450.00 SENT TO MAISON LUXE**
Jake turned his phone toward Rebecca. "Done."
She grabbed the phone from his hand. Stared at the confirmation screen. Her face went through several emotions at once. Shock. Disbelief. Something that might have been fear.
She pulled out her own phone. Opened what looked like a banking app. Refreshed it.
Her eyes went wide.
The money was there.
Sarah made a small sound. "It went through?"
Rebecca didn't answer. She was still staring at her phone like it had betrayed her.
Jake held out his hand. "My phone."
She gave it back mechanically. Her professional training was trying to reassert itself, but failing.
"I..." Rebecca swallowed. "Mr. Morrison. I apologize for... I didn't realize..."
"That I could afford it?" Jake's voice was cold. "Yeah. I noticed."
"Please understand, we have to be careful. So many people come in just to browse, to waste our time..."
"I wasn't browsing last year either." Jake looked at the mountain of clothes and accessories on the counter. "I just couldn't afford it then."
Rebecca's mouth opened. Closed.
"I'll need all of this delivered," Jake continued. "Tomorrow morning. I'll text you the address."
"Of course. Absolutely." Rebecca was nodding too quickly. "We can have everything cleaned, pressed, packaged..."
"Just delivered. I don't care about the rest."
Sarah had found her voice. "Mr. Morrison? Would you like to add anything else? We have a new collection arriving next week. I could set aside pieces for you..."
"I'm good." Jake checked his phone. The countdown was still running. 5:47:22.
But the system message had changed.
**TASK COMPLETE: $1,000,000 SPENT WITHIN 24 HOURS**
**CALCULATING REWARD...**
His heart jumped. He'd done it. Actually done it.
"Mr. Morrison?" Rebecca's voice had shifted completely. Warm now. Attentive. "Can I offer you some champagne while we prepare your receipt? It's the least we can do for such a valued client."
"No thanks." Jake was already walking toward the door. "Just send me the delivery confirmation."
He pushed outside. The valet was still there, eyeing Jake's scooter with distaste.
Jake climbed on. Started the engine. It coughed twice before catching.
His phone buzzed.
**TASK COMPLETE**
**REWARD: $10,000,000 DEPOSITED**
**SKILL UNLOCKED: BUSINESS INSIGHT LEVEL 1**
**CONGRATULATIONS, HOST. WELL DONE.**
Jake pulled over immediately. Opened his banking app with shaking hands.
The balance had changed.
$10,783,297.17
Ten million. Plus what he had left over from the first million.
His vision blurred. He gripped the handlebars to keep steady.
This was real. All of it was real.
**BUSINESS INSIGHT LEVEL 1: BASIC PATTERN RECOGNITION IN MARKETS AND BUSINESS OPPORTUNITIES. PASSIVE SKILL. ALWAYS ACTIVE.**
Jake didn't understand what that meant. Pattern recognition? Business opportunities?
He'd figure it out later.
Right now, exhaustion was hitting him like a truck. The adrenaline that had kept him moving for the past six hours was draining away fast.
He needed sleep. Needed to process everything that had happened.
The hotel. He needed a hotel.
Jake pulled up a search on his phone. Found a mid-range place ten minutes away. Not too expensive. Not a dump.
Old habits. Even with ten million in his account, he was thinking about saving money.
He shook his head and searched again. Found a luxury hotel instead. The kind with room service and soft beds and nobody asking questions.
Twenty minutes later, he was checking in. The receptionist gave his wet clothes a look but said nothing when Jake handed over a credit card.
"Presidential suite," Jake said. "One night."
"Certainly, sir. That's $800."
Jake didn't even blink.
The room was on the top floor. Massive. Clean. A bed that looked like a cloud.
Jake barely made it to the mattress before collapsing. His wet clothes soaked into the expensive sheets. He didn't care.
Sleep hit him like a hammer.
He woke to sunlight streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows. For a moment, Jake didn't remember where he was.
Then it all came rushing back. Elena. Victor. The System. The money.
He grabbed his phone. 11:47 AM.
He'd slept for almost twelve hours.
His body ached. His shoulder was sore where he'd hit the gutter. But his mind felt clearer than it had in months.
The banking app still showed over ten million dollars.
Not a dream.
Jake's stomach growled. He ordered room service. Steak and eggs and coffee. Ate it in bed while scrolling through his phone.
Lily from Elite Motors had texted. The cars were ready for pickup. Did he want them delivered?
Yes, he replied. Send them to... he paused. Where? He didn't have a garage. Didn't even have an apartment anymore. Not really.
He'd figure that out later.
There was a knock at the door.
Jake wiped his mouth and stood. Probably housekeeping.
He opened the door.
A man in a suit stood there. Fifties. Professional. Holding a manila envelope.
"Jake Morrison?" the man asked.
"Yeah?"
"You've been served." The man thrust the envelope into Jake's hands and walked away.
Jake stood in the doorway, confused. Served?
He opened the envelope.
Divorce papers.
Elena's lawyer had wasted no time. The petition was dated yesterday. Filed within hours of their confrontation at the hotel.
Jake scanned the document. Legal language. Irreconcilable differences. Request for dissolution of marriage.
Then he got to the asset division section.
Elena was demanding the apartment. The car. Their joint savings account. Everything they'd accumulated together.
Which was almost nothing. The apartment was a rental. The car was worth maybe three thousand. The savings account had four hundred dollars.
She wanted it all anyway.
Jake felt a smile tugging at his lips.
She had no idea.
When they'd gotten married, they'd kept separate accounts. The joint account was just for household expenses. His delivery job income went into his personal checking.
The checking account that now had ten million dollars in it.
Elena's lawyer had probably advised her to go for everything. Squeeze Jake for whatever pennies he had. Make sure she came out ahead.
They were going to be so surprised.
Another knock at the door.
Jake opened it. The same man in the suit was back.
"Sorry," the man said. "I'm supposed to wait for confirmation that you received the documents. Do you have any questions?"
"Just one." Jake held up the papers. "When's the court date?"
The man checked his tablet. "Preliminary hearing is scheduled for next Friday. Judge Anderson. 9 AM."
"Perfect." Jake smiled. "Tell Elena's lawyer I'll be there."
The man looked at Jake's smile. Something in his expression shifted. Confused.
"Is something funny, Mr. Morrison?"
"What's funny?" Jake's smile widened. "You'll see in court."