The Manager Regrets Firing Me

Before hanging up the phone, I said one thing to my sister.

“Since he wants fame and fortune from this, I’ll nail him to the pillar of shame right in front of the entire industry.”

My fingers began moving across the keyboard.

One hour later, a tech company named Genesis Future was successfully registered online.

The legal representative was me.

Next, using this shell company’s name, I called Henry’s office.

“Hello, Mr. Fuller, I’m an investment consultant from Genesis Future.

“I saw your brilliant design in the news. We’re very interested.”

Henry was clearly stunned by this sudden burst of “venture capital”.

“An investment? How much are you looking to invest?” He asked eagerly, his voice filled with greed.

“Preliminary intent—fifty million.”

I named a figure he couldn’t possibly refuse.

“But we do have one condition.”

“What’s the condition? Please go on.”

“We’d like to see a public, full-load, live system demonstration at next week’s National Logistics Technological Summit.

“This is crucial for us to evaluate system stability and your technical capability.”

Henry didn’t hesitate for even a second.

“No problem! Absolutely no problem! I guarantee you the most perfect demonstration!”

Blinded by profit, he had already lost even the most basic judgment.

The next day, Mark told me Henry had diverted a large sum of company funds.

He rented the most expensive, well-located central booth at the summit.

In his fantasy, he would rise to fame in one battle, with SF Logistics’ massive contract in his left hand, and my huge investment in his right.

I sat in front of my computer, watching the server backend.

The core backend of the system he planned to demonstrate was still running on my server.

I had already prepared a gift for him.

A single line of termination code sat quietly there.

I even gave it a name.

“One-Click Cremation”.

…

The National Logistics Technological Summit was packed with people.

Henry’s booth sat in the most prominent location, with a massive screen behind him looped through his so-called “personal achievements”.

My Genesis Future booth was set up directly across from him.

It was simple: a table, a laptop, and an equally large, but completely blank screen.

Henry was surrounded by reporters and several sharply dressed men. Their badges clearly read SF Logistics.

When he saw me across the aisle, a flicker of surprise crossed his face before it was quickly replaced by disdain.

He probably thought I had come to beg.

Leading the group, he walked straight toward me.

“Well, if it isn’t Sam Miller,” he sneered loudly, pointing at me in front of everyone.

“The thief who got caught stealing. And you still have the nerve to show up here?

“Absolutely shameless!”

He turned and shouted at nearby security. “Security! Get him out of here! Don’t let trash like this pollute our venue!”

Several SF Logistics executives frowned.

I ignored his words and just looked calmly at him, like I was watching a clown perform.

Seeing me stay silent only made Henry more pleased with himself.

He turned back to his booth, grabbed the microphone, and began triumphantly.

“Distinguished guests, respected leaders! Today, I will present a system powerful enough to transform the entire logistics industry!”

He bragged for a full ten minutes before finally reaching the key moment.

“Now, I will activate the system’s core function—real-time data streaming!”

With a victorious smile, he stretched out his finger and pressed a button on the touchscreen.

At that exact moment, I lightly tapped the Enter key on my laptop across from him.

On Henry’s massive screen, all the flashy charts, dynamic routes, and flowing data

vanished instantly.

The screen went completely black.

The next second, a line of huge, blood-red text appeared in the center.

[System Ownership: Sam Miller. Thief, having fun?]