My Ruling Ghost CEO

Sion Alexander Robin, a man with an unrivaled reputation, was the CEO of Robin Group, a giant corporation in the city of Mayro.

However, over the past two days, the world around him no longer felt normal. People passed by him as if he didn't exist.

Whenever Sion tried to speak, the words coming from his mouth seemed unheard. The hands that once held control over a massive company now couldn't touch anything.

"Oh God, what's wrong with me? Am I dead?"

He spoke to himself, but no one could answer his question. Was he dead? If so, why was he still here in this world? If not, then why was everyone ignoring him?

Desperate, Sion sat on a park bench. As usual, the park was full of children playing or couples chatting, yet not a single glance was directed his way.

Growing more frustrated, Sion rubbed his temples, trying to make sense of what was happening.

But as he was lost in thought, a young woman suddenly sat beside him. She appeared simple, holding a stack of documents in her hands.

She glanced at Sion with a smile, surprising him, though he remained silent.

"That darn professor! My thesis got rejected, my tuition is overdue, my paycheck is small, and now there's the threat of getting fired because people think I'm strange!"

The girl took a deep breath, muttering endlessly to herself.

"Damn this life! Why did I have to be born poor?"

Sion remained quiet, listening to her rant while studying her face. Eventually, the girl turned to Sion again.

"Hey, mister! Why are you staring at me like that? Do you have the same problems as me?" she asked.

Sion was shocked as her gaze met his. His eyes widened in disbelief.

"Hey! What's your problem? Oh, come on, relax! I just asked why you're looking at me like you've seen Lucifer in broad daylight," she said again.

"Can you see me?" Sion asked in a deep voice.

The young woman laughed, then shook her head in irritation.

"Of course, I can. You're sitting here looking all desperate. Is your problem worse than mine, mister?"

Sion held his head, feeling even more confused. How could this girl see him when no one else could?

"You're a strange one. Oh, God... I have so many problems, and now I meet someone as odd as you. Whatever!" the girl muttered as she walked away.

"Wait! Don't go! What's your name?" Sion called out, pleading.

"Roura. My name's Roura! And sorry, I have too much on my plate-assignments to finish, bills to pay, and a boss ready to fire me. I don't have time for dinner or a stroll."

Roura walked away without looking back.

Meanwhile, Sion remained frozen in place, growing even more puzzled. Why could this girl, Roura, see him? He quickly stood up and followed her.

Roura arrived at a small coffee shop, her part-time workplace. As she opened the door, the aroma of coffee and the sound of an espresso machine greeted her, but there was no warmth in her manager's expression.

Mr. Will, the owner of the coffee shop, stood with his arms crossed near the cash register. His face displayed exhaustion and boredom.

Roura gave him a sweet smile, but Mr. Will only scowled. "Come on, Mr. Will, smile at me! I'm not late, am I? And I've brought you a new customer." Roura tried to persuade him.

"Sir, come here! You'll have a cup of coffee, won't you?" Roura said to Sion.

Mr. Will glanced behind Roura but saw no one there. Narrowing his eyes, he suspected his employee was joking.