Chapter 5

Chapter 5

THE Doctor goes and leaves the young man standing at the front door. The current situation reels Sam; he is biting his lower lips due to the intense stress and pressure.

What is the sense I am still living here?

He is whispering to himself as he looks at the empty hallway of this Tayco hospital. Sam clenches his hands that turned into a fist. He is shaking, as her grandmother's current situation is not what he is expecting to be.

While walking up to the room again—his stare goes too far away. He looks at the window as the height is frightening from this distance.

He is thinking something inside of his mind. If I will jump off this building and all of my problems would vanish. How many sleepless nights will I be taking? I am so tired.

His depression is knocking onto his heart, mind, and soul. His feet are turning cold like his heart this time. However, Sam doesn't realize that his presence is the most important thing for his grandmother.

His presence makes her move forward and continue to live, despite the pain and agony every day.

Sam is only taking on himself. He doesn't even take in mind that his grandmother.

Sam's heart is pumping so fast that he can see his sight bouncing in nervousness. His shaking hand is opening the window while looking down.

The wind is howling to his ears, and he cannot hear a sound from the busy street. Sam is embracing his fears as he is blankly smiling at the magnificent world he lives in.

He moistened his lips. Is this what death looks like? How wonderful—

His thoughts are cut out when he heard his grandmother's vomiting voice.

Sam immediately snapped out of his delusions! He runs towards her and rubbing her back to give her more comfort.

He is panting, "S-Sam w-what are you doing in there—"

Her grandma struggles to speak, and he doesn't utter a word at her. She finishes vomiting and spitting saliva because her stomach is full of the mass.

Sam suddenly shudder in terror when he could see that his grandmother's spit is turning black.

His body can't move to throw it on the toilet bowl. His tear suddenly falls on his eye.

This can't be because. . . because it is now blood! Sam throws it on the bowl and flushes it away. He is covering his mouth due to the quail that he is feeling right now!

His heart is beating fast! His fears and disgusting thoughts go into his system as he slaps himself in the front of the mirror.

Sam vomited on the sink. He cannot take it anymore! It is not what he is thinking before; he had high hopes that his lovely grandmother that raises him to this point will recover!

He is crying without any voice escaping from his mouth. Sam is hopeless—even the Doctors cannot do a thing for her anymore.

Nevertheless, there is a shimmering light. The operation is the key to Nanay Georgia's more extended life.

He scrunches the sink even he cannot make a single crease out of it. He is frustrated for himself. . . he feels useless for being a pain in the ass.

He is picking up himself as he walks towards the bedside of her grandmother. She is sleeping, and he smiled as he walks to the window and closes it up.

There is no use in those thoughts. Sam needs to remember that thoughts have energy—and those energies need to be powerful and positive.

He sits on the chair beneath the bed, and he holds the small hand of grandma Georgia. He wanted her to be well and witness his achievements in life.

Sam is interrupted when his phone rang, he gets it and picks up the call.

"Yes, hello?"

"Sam. . . how are you today? Please start to broadcast for the Bussage." CEO Cameron speaks on the other line.

Sam sighed, "Uhm, I will do you already make my account—'

"Yes it is; I will send you the information. Take care," the line is cut. Sam went to his laptop and started to type the email address and password that the CEO had given him. His eyes widen when he sees a badge already on his profile.

TOP STREAMER

What the fuck is this? How come I am already a top streamer? All of them has thousands of followers, but I am—

His words in his mind stopped when his phone is abruptly ringing. He is reading the text message that the CEO sent to him.

[Mind your work. . . you will be a virtual assistant for now. No, talking because I bet your grandmother is sleeping.]

He cannot believe what he is reading right now. He clicked the broadcast and waited for a couple of minutes—until his viewers hit hundreds already. He is overwhelmed by this, and the messages keep on flooding right now. He cannot move his bare fingers.

[Hello hot streamer]

[Hello, please notice me]

[What is your information about Bussage International School?]

Sam blinks twice as his hands are typing right now.

[Hello, how may I help you?]

His introvert side is now kicking in as the CEO is observing him. He is amazed by how the viewers of him are now growing. Cameron sips some coffee on his mug and watching his streamer on an anonymous account.

He is typing his message.

[Please tell us about yourself.]

Sam immediately noticed the user1's message for him. He types his reply, and he is looking tense on the camera.

[Hello, I am Sam, and I am your virtual assistant for today.] He clicked the send button, and the comment section keeps on popping up.

He gulped, and the CEO chatted him in his number.

From: Unknown

[Do your job well; we must increase the enrolment, Sam. I am counting on you after this compute your diamonds.]

Sam, on the other hand, is so confused. What the heck is the CEO's thinking? He put the newbie without prior warning about the nature of his job. The young man sighed and kept on typing his reply to everyone who is inquiring about the school.

From: Unknown

[That is right; undo the others who will ask you about non-sense.]

[Wear your smile, cheer up!]

When he read that motivational message. . . Sam thinks about the good times—when he is happy living with his grandmother.

The simplicity of their life and for all the challenges that both passed before. Even how hard life will throw at them, he needs to stand firm.

The handsome streamer smiles on camera, and the viewers keep on visiting his stream. It is already thousand, and he is cool about it.

Sam forget this time that he is an introvert—all he wanted is to serve and fulfill his most significant fear by acquiring that certificate of the public announcer.

However, his attention is diverted to one user.

[What time is your Privy live?]

When he read that—he immediately took his phone and sent an inquiry to the CEO.