Charles had spent countless hours deliberating on what he would spend his money on. He had purchased literally everything he wanted. But after so many hours, he went with the idea of acquiring a private jet. With $50 million in his bank account, he knew that he could afford to get himself a private jet. Many rich businessmen had theirs so it was a wise decision. He believed that the epitome of luxury and convenience was within reach, and Vera, his loyal companion, was equally excited about the purchase when he told her. When she arrived in the morning, she made Charles breakfast. “So, do you have any airline in mind?” She asked, knowing they were about 3 airlines in the city he could choose from. But knowing Charles, he would want to go for the best one. “From my research, Autoair is the best airline in the city.” Vera smiled when he responded like she expected. “I think we should visit them after breakfast.” She nodded and took a spoonful of yogurt. “That’s a great idea.” After breakfast, their destination was clear – Autoair Airline, the city's most highly acclaimed seller of private jets. Their clients were mostly politicians but Charles felt like he had a good shot with them. Upon their arrival, they were greeted by the sight of a few dignified politicians and businessmen who were fervently discussing their private jet purchases with Autoair's staff. Charles and Vera exchanged a glance and waited their turn patiently. “It seems we have to wait a long time.” Vera whispered after thirty minutes of waiting in the lobby. No one was trying to attend to them; instead, the autoair’s staff were focused on the politicians. Charles, tired of waiting, approached the receptionist's desk and attempted to initiate a conversation, but a sudden frown swept over her face. “Good day. I have been waiting for over thirty minutes and no one has tried to attend to me.” He said. The staff shifted her focus toward a dignified senator who had entered the showroom. She flashed him a warm smile before turning back to Charles with a glare, "Please wait for your turn. I'm attending to more important people right now." “More important people?” Charles scoffed. “Are you trying to tell me that I have to wait for you to finish with these politicians? I came before most of them, yet, you are attending to them first.” The staff hissed. “You’re even lucky to be here. Don’t you know that Autoair is specifically for politicians and wealthy men? Who are you? I’ve never heard about you before.” “Look, I’m Char—” “Mister whatever your name is, please kindly go back to your seat and wait. Do you want to challenge these politicians? Don’t you have some respect?” Taken aback by the receptionist's dismissive attitude, Charles couldn't believe what he had just heard. He tried to protest, "Excuse me, but I am here to purchase the same private jets these politicians want. I deserve to be treated with respect and not ignored." The receptionist, however, was unwavering in her refusal. "Sir, I am assisting a senator, and you are not a politician. As far as I can see, you don't fall into the 'important' category. Please wait your turn." She retorted. “And if you cannot wait, I suggest you leave and find a better airline.” Vera, always level-headed and perceptive, whispered to Charles, "Let's not create a scene, Charles. We came here for a private jet, not a confrontation. We can wait." Charles, though visibly annoyed, took a deep breath and nodded in agreement. “Fine. Let’s wait for another thirty minutes.” He said and returned to his seat. Just as they were waiting and discussing in low tunes, a politician walked in. When his gaze fell on Charles, he immediately walked up to him. “Get up!” He ordered him and Charles blinked back in shock. Charles immediately recognized him as the city’s local governor, Mr. George. The man was known for his influence and bad treatment on the regular residents of the city. He particularly liked to show his authority to people by ordering them to do his bidding. “I will not let this man disrespect me this way.” Charles whispered to himself, still maintaining his position. Vera on the other hand, was scared and tried to stand. But Charles held her back. “Don’t stand up. He’s only abusing his power.” The governor, in all his extravagant clothes and rude tone, repeated his instructions to Charles, his voice tinged with an air of entitlement. "Didn’t you hear what I said? How dare you try to defile my instructions.” Charles, a self-made millionaire who had earned every penny of his fortune, was not one to yield easily. He was seated comfortably and had every intention of remaining there. With a calm yet firm demeanor, he replied, "I choose this seat like everyone else. If you need another one, kindly ask a member of the airline staff. Don’t try to abuse your power as governor.” The governor's composure was fading rapidly. Anger gnawed at him as he replied, "I don't ask for seats. I take them. Now, get out of my seat!" Charles, unfazed by the politician's command, refused again. "I won't be bullied into giving up on this seat. I came here before you so you should get another seat. There are plenty of other seats available on this plane."The governor's patience reached its breaking point. In a sudden explosion of temper, he reached for his phone and swiftly dialed a number. Within minutes, his bodyguards appeared at his side, panting and swelling in anger. Charles shook his head. “Is this how you treat everyone else? Aren’t you supposed to be for the people? Instead, you’re against the people. You’re such a corrupt man and I hope you lose the next election.” The governor's face reddened with anger as he realized he might not have things go his way as smoothly as he was accustomed to. He had never met Charles before but he could tell he was adamant. He instructed his bodyguards, "Take him out, by force if necessary." He pointed at Charles. “Who the hell do you think you are? I’ve crushed men like you with my dirtiest shoes.” The bodyguards, displaying years of experience in handling such situations, approached Charles, their intent clear. Charles, however, stood up, ready to defend his right to remain seated. A tug of war ensued, with Charles resolutely resisting the bodyguards' attempts to remove him. “Don’t you dare touch me!” Charles warned, fighting back the bodyguards. Amidst this tussle, the commotion had attracted the attention of the staff, and some politicians who were in the company as well. “What is happening?” One of them asked. “Who is that man? How dare he talk back to a politician? I can see he has lost his mind.” They were quick to take the governor's side, neglecting whether he was wrong or right. In fact, they didn’t care at all. They were rich, corrupt politicians who desired nothing but power. They wanted everyone in the city to worship them at all costs. One of them, a prominent senator, chimed in, "This is a blatant act of disrespect. The nerve of that man! He must think he is on the same level with us because he is rich.” Other politicians began to raise their voices in agreement. “If he has a company, it should be shut down to teach him a lesson. In fact, he should be barred from running a business in this city. We will see where he will get his money from.” Threats were hurled at Charles, as they aimed to intimidate him into submission. “He should be taught a great lesson. I suggest we throw him into jail. He should at least spend three days there. Next time, he will learn to respect a leader in this city.” The situation had deteriorated into a chaotic scene but Charles didn’t care. He continued to fight and talk back to the politician. With a final, determined effort, the bodyguards managed to separate Charles from the seat. The governor took his place immediately, a smug grin on his face. “Throw this rat out of this place. I don’t want to see him here ever again.” “Shame on you!” Charles yelled as he was bundled out of the building. “Corrupt man!!” The staff who had dismissed Charles was eager to reply. “Yes, Mr. Governor. I will make sure that he is black listed from Autoair. That man will never come here.” “You’re very professional.” The governor replied. “I will reward you.” The staff smiled widely. Charles was taken to the parking lot where the bodyguards beat him up mercilessly before letting him go. “If you try to disrespect the governor again, you will face even worse punishment. Nonsense!” The head bodyguard spat, before walking away. Vera helped Charles up and cleaned his shirt. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know what to do.” She apologized. “There was nothing you could do. Trying to attack them will only make them hurt you.” He replied, rubbing the back of his head. Vera sighed. “What do you plan to do now?” Charles bit his lips angrily. “I’m going to take revenge on that man.” “How?” Vera asked with concern. “He’s a governor. He’s far above us. There’s nothing we can do.” Charles chuckled coldly. “The next election is in three months. He is going to lose the election.” “What? How do you plan to do that?” “Because I am going to win. I’m going to replace him as the governor.”