Live simply, observe how the company is being managed, and who knows. A faint smile touched his lips.
You might even find what you’re looking for, Benson’s eyes widened slightly at his father’s suggestion.
So, I won’t use my real identity. Exactly, his father replied. No special treatment, no luxury, just a normal life.
Mrs. Stella looked from her husband to her son, still worried but slowly calming. “If he must go, this way is safer,” she said to herself.
“But Benson, promise me you’ll be careful.” “I promise, Mom,” Benson said softly. “I just want to experience life as a simple man.
I need this.” For the first time that evening, he allowed himself a small smile.
“Thank you, Dad.” The next morning, the plan began. Benson trimmed his fine hair very low.
He wore a simple shirt that looked slightly faded with plain black shoes. Instead of a sleek designer briefcase, he carried an old laptop bag.
No wristwatch, no designer perfume, nothing that hinted at wealth. He even softened his voice, adding a little uncertainty, like someone new, someone ordinary.
He was no longer Benson Jackson. He was Solomon, the new junior IT assistant at Jackson Worldwide Enterprises.
When he arrived at the staff gate, he approached the security post with calm confidence, careful not to reveal who he truly was.
One of the guards eyed him closely. “Yes, what are you here for?” The guard asked.
“I’m the new junior IT assistant,” Benson answered in his softer, humble voice. The guard checked the ID card, glanced at Benson’s plain clothes, then pointed toward the building.
Enter. Go to the IT department on the second floor. Meet the IT supervisor. Benson nodded and walked inside.
The hallways were busy, crowded with staff moving quickly from one department to another. People passed him without pausing.
Some gave him a brief glance and looked away. No one welcomed him. To them, he was just another junior IT staff sent from headquarters.
Nothing special. When he reached the IT office, he knocked lightly and stepped in. A man behind the desk looked up.
His tag read, “Mr. David, I supervisor.” “You’re the new IT assistant?” The man asked flatly.
“Yes, sir. My name is Solomon,” Benson replied, still keeping his voice small. “Mr. David nodded without a smile.”
“Your duties today are simple, but plenty. You’ll start first with our new system setup and update antivirus on all ground floor systems.
The tools and laptops are in the equipment room. Start immediately. Yes, sir. Benson said.
He went to the equipment room, collected a small toolkit and several network cables. Then he began his first shift.
The work was tougher than he expected. Some systems kept crashing. He bent over desks, crawled under H tables to fix wires, and moved from one office to another in silence.
