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.

Roura whispered, "That man followed me from the park."

Mr. Will shook his head, growing more irritated with Roura's antics. "Enough, Roura. You've been acting strange again. You scared some customers last week, remember? The woman who left crying because you said her grandfather was standing behind her? Now you're trying the same joke on me?"

"But I was right, sir. Her grandfather was behind her then."

Mr. Will closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. This girl always tested his patience.

"You're so exasperating, kid. Fine, I'll give you one last chance! But don't say anything strange again, understand?"

Roura sighed in resignation and glanced behind her. Sion was no longer there.

She looked back at Mr. Will and nodded, not wanting to argue further.

"Understood, Mr. Will. I'll go change now."

Suddenly, Roura was startled when Sion appeared from behind a wall. The handsome man in front of her spoke seriously.

"Hey, miss! We need to talk."

Roura's eyes widened. "Hey, could you not appear so suddenly like that?"

Mr. Will turned to Roura, seeing her talking to herself.

"What's wrong, Roura?"

Roura pointed at Sion standing in front of her. "This man startled me, sir."

Mr. Will frowned, seeing no one there. He stared at Roura sharply.

"I told you not to act weird, Roura. It makes people uncomfortable. If my customers aren't happy, you're fired!"

Roura grew even more confused by Mr. Will's words. Why did he think she was joking? A tall man was standing before her.

"Mr. Will, please. I need this job. I haven't finished college, and my bills are piling up. If I lose this job, I'm done for."

Mr. Will hesitated, visibly deep in thought. His eyes remained on Roura, filled with doubt.

"I promise there won't be any more strange incidents. I'll take my job seriously," Roura pleaded.

Mr. Will sighed heavily, then nodded reluctantly. "Fine. This is your last chance, Roura. Don't make me regret it."

Mr. Will's words brought a bright smile to Roura's pretty face.

"Thank you, Mr. Will!" Roura said cheerfully.

She walked toward the women's restroom to change into her work uniform.

Sion still stood in front of her, but she tried to ignore him. She quickly entered the restroom, locking the door tightly.

Inside, Roura stood before the mirror. She looked at her reflection and hurriedly changed into her uniform, preparing for her shift.

But suddenly, a man appeared behind her, his sharp gaze piercing through her.

How could he be standing right behind Roura when his reflection wasn't visible in the mirror?

"Aah! What are you doing in the women's restroom?" Roura screamed in panic.

"I need to talk to you. You're the only one who can see me," Sion said firmly.

Chapter 2

Two Days Ago

The sky over Mayro City suddenly turned red, thick smoke billowing into the night sky, followed by an explosion that shook the ground.

The Robin Group building, a majestic icon of the city and the headquarters of a global corporate giant was now engulfed in flames. The fire spread wildly, consuming every glass window with ear-piercing shattering sounds.

"Help! Help!"

Screams and cries echoed from every corner of the street. People inside the building ran aimlessly, desperately seeking refuge.

The blaring sirens of fire trucks shattered the night, accompanied by the roar of ambulances rushing to the scene.

"We need backup! This building could collapse at any moment!"

Panicked voices filled the air as firefighters and police officers worked together to rescue those trapped inside.

Several national news helicopters hovered low, broadcasting live footage across the city and the nation.

"We are reporting live from the scene! The Robin Group building, the epicenter of an international business empire, is now in critical condition following a massive explosion around 9 PM local time!"

"Mr. Sion Alexander Robin, the CEO of Robin Group, has yet to be found. A frantic search is underway."

Journalists spread the same news, leaving the entire city anxious. Even the global community tied to the Robin Group was alarmed at the disappearance of the corporation's top leader.

"Evacuate quickly!"

"Find Mr. Sion!"

Shouts echoed throughout the building as rescue teams fought their way inside to search for their missing leader. But the fire was merciless, devouring everything in its path, as the hope of finding Sion dwindled amidst the raging flames.

"Save the important Robin Group documents!"

A voice commanded sharply-a man with brown hair, his once-white shirt now sooty and torn, his face drenched in sweat.

"You greedy fool! Human lives are more valuable than a stack of papers, Edward!"

Marco grabbed Edward's shirt, yanking him away from the fire-engaged 15th floor.

"Let me go, Marco! Those documents are worth more than your life!"

BOOM!

A deafening explosion echoed, accompanied by the screams of those inside and outside the building. Debris began to fall, and the building trembled violently.

"We need to get out! Edward! We have to leave now!" Marco shouted, his voice stern as he glared at his best friend.

"Has Sion been found?" Edward asked, his eyes locked onto Marco's.

"Maybe Sion is already outside! The rescue team must have prioritized him. Now let's go!"

Marco tugged Edward's hand, but the man remained stubborn, tossing his badge to Marco.

"Take care of this. I need to make sure Sion isn't trapped inside. And I need to save those critical documents."

Edward dashed into the thick black smoke, flames licking at his heels.

"EDWARD!" Marco screamed.

His feet moved to chase after him, but firefighters quickly restrained him.

"Let me go!" Marco struggled.

"We won't! Do you want to die?!"

The firefighters dragged Marco out of the building by force.

Outside, chaos reigned. International media crews scrambled to cover the disaster, while the giant screens on nearby buildings showed frantic stock analysts.

"If the Robin Group collapses, global stock markets could crash! This will impact not just the local economy but ripple across the entire world."

At the scene, dust hung in the air like a dense fog. A high-ranking police officer stood in front of the rescue barricade, his eyes scanning the burning building with tension.

"Was this an accident or an attack?"

"We can't confirm yet, but we've only found one executive so far-Mr. Marco, the deputy director of Robin Group," a young officer reported to his superior.

Hearing this, Marco's eyes widened. "What? Why am I the only one saved? Where's Sion?"

"We're still working to rescue everyone, sir! Please stay calm! That includes Mr. Sion."

"Calm? Sion must be found! Work faster!"

Marco grew more agitated, but the officer tried to reassure him. "We're doing our best, sir."

Taking a deep breath, Marco glanced back at the building, particularly the 15th floor, where he last saw Edward. Flames continued to rage there.

BOOM!

Another explosion roared from the 17th floor. The massive tremor rippled through the ground, scattering dust and shards of glass into the air. Suddenly, the 17th floor collapsed, crushing the 15th floor beneath it.

"EDWARD! SION!"

Marco screamed at the top of his lungs, stepping forward despite the intense heat emanating from the building.

Several firefighters rushed to stop him from crossing the safety line.

"Let me go! My brothers are still inside!" Marco shouted, his face drenched in sweat and ash.

A police officer approached, trying to calm Marco, who was shaken.

Meanwhile, the best rescue teams were deployed to find Sion. The explosion had claimed many lives, leaving the question lingering: Was this a tragic accident or a grand conspiracy targeting the Robin Group?

"Listen, officer! You must find Sion and Edward. Deploy your best teams. We'll pay whatever it takes."

The officer nodded. "We're trying. But the situation is dangerous. The building structure could collapse at any moment. We must prioritize saving as many lives as possible."

The officer's words only deepened Marco's despair. He stood beside the police chief, staring tensely at the burning building. His breaths were heavy, his heart pounding.

"Please, Sion... hang on. Edward, I hope for a miracle that you survive too!"

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Sion instinctively covered Roura's mouth with his hand, making the girl's eyes widen.

"Please, don't scream! I'm not a bad person!"

Roura's eyes locked onto his, her breaths shallow and quick. She couldn't say a word.

A loud knock came from the door. "Roura? Are you okay in there? Is everything alright?"

Mr. Will's concerned voice echoed, causing Roura to grow even more frightened. She tried to respond but couldn't. Sion's strong hand still covered her mouth.

"Don't tell him I'm here. He'll think you're crazy again. Do you want to lose your job?"

Roura shook her head.

But what shocked Sion even more was the fact that he could touch Roura. He could truly feel her warmth in his arms.

"I... I can touch you? But why? Why can't I touch anyone else?"

Sion muttered to himself while Roura struggled, pushing against his hand still covering her mouth.

Finally, Sion released her with a confused expression.

"Sorry."

"But listen! This is important. No one can see me except you. If your boss comes in and sees you hysterical, he'll think you're insane. You'll get fired."

Sion threatened her, but Roura didn't care. She shouted:

"Mr. Will! There's a pervert in the changing room!"

"What?! A pervert?!"

Chapter 3

Mr. Will quickly pushed the door open and stepped inside with a worried expression.

Scanning the room, he saw nothing and no one except Roura, who stood there gasping for breath.

"Where is he?!" Mr. Will demanded urgently.

Roura, still panting, pointed to the side, toward the spot where Sion had been standing just moments before.

"He was right there!"

Mr. Will turned to where she pointed, but the space was empty. There was no one in sight.

Roura also glanced in the same direction, shocked to find that Sion had vanished. Only empty air met her gaze.

Now Mr. Will's face showed anger as he exhaled, trying to maintain patience with this girl.

"Roura, are you trying to joke with me? Because this is not funny at all."

"But... but he was here just now!" Roura replied in panic, pointing again at the space.

Mr. Will stared at her sharply, holding back his anger. He rubbed his temples in frustration.

"For God's sake. You're always arguing and acting strange. Stop causing trouble, Roura. If you don't want to work, just say so. I'll find someone else."

Roura fell silent, filled with confusion. No words came out of her mouth. Sion had disappeared.

She was utterly baffled. His presence earlier had felt so real, but now there was no evidence to prove it.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Will!"

Roura's face was full of regret. She could only lower her head, unable to defend herself further. Meanwhile, Mr. Will shook his head again, unable to understand Roura's behavior.

"Enough. Get back to work now."

Roura stood still for a moment, trying to process what had just happened. Mr. Will left, leaving her alone in her confusion.

"What a strange girl," he muttered as he walked away.

Roura stepped out of the restroom, taking a deep breath before resuming her tasks.

The day felt so exhausting for her, her body weighed down by fatigue. Yet she still managed a small smile for a few café customers.

"Maybe... maybe that guy was just a hallucination," she muttered.

By the time evening came, Roura walked wearily toward the bus stop. While waiting, her phone buzzed. A message had come in. Half-heartedly, she opened the text from her stepmother.

"Roura, buy a whole roasted duck for your brother. Don't even think about coming home if you forget."

The message was short, but it was an order she had to obey. Roura sighed, checking her balance on her app. It was only enough for half a duck.

"Of course. As usual, they make demands but never give me money," Roura muttered.

She stopped at a food stall to buy half a roasted duck. As the seller handed over her order, the delicious aroma made her empty stomach growl quietly.

"Sorry, stomach. But this isn't for us."

Roura finally arrived at an apartment. A very modest place where she lived with her family, rented at the cheapest price in Mayro City. Even then, Roura often struggled to pay on time.

Reaching into her pocket for the key, she suddenly heard a strange voice coming from a nearby tree.

"Psst! Hey, Roura!"

Roura looked up, her eyes widening in surprise when she saw Sion casually sitting on one of the branches. He waved with a wide smile.

"You?"

"How on earth are you up there?" Roura asked, confused.

Sion chuckled softly, amused by the frightened expression on her face.

"This tree is quite comfortable. Even better than your cramped apartment. You should try moving here!"

He waved his hand like a child discovering a new toy.

"Get down, you weirdo. The neighbors will think you're crazy if you sleep in a tree," Roura retorted.

She continued scolding Sion, insisting he leave or at least stop bothering her.

Hearing the commotion outside, Roura's stepmother, Martha, opened the door. As usual, her face bore no trace of a smile, only anger and disdain directed at Roura.

Standing at the door, Martha crossed her arms. Her blonde hair was neatly tied up, but her expression resembled a storm ready to strike.

"Where's the roasted duck?" Martha demanded.

Roura handed over the paper bag and quickly stepped inside.

Martha placed the bag on the table but immediately began yelling when she saw the contents.

"This is only half a duck! I asked for a whole one. You can't even follow simple instructions!"

"I only had enough money for half a duck, Mom," Roura replied.

"Don't argue with me, Roura. I've been more than patient with your behavior! You're always so foolish."

Suddenly, Roura's father appeared from the living room, his face red with anger at the commotion.

His eyes glared at Roura, despite her being his biological daughter. He immediately scolded her harshly, leaving her stunned.

"Roura, can't you speak more respectfully to your mother? She takes care of this house, and you just make her angry."

Roura clenched her fists, trying to hold back her emotions. Why was she always the one at fault in her father's eyes? Her family constantly belittled her, never appreciating her efforts and never caring about her struggles.

"I'm just telling the truth, Dad. If Martha wants me to buy something, she could at least give me money for it."

"Don't argue with me, Roura. You need to learn to respect your mother," her father snapped.

Frustrated and cornered, Roura bowed her head and walked to her room without another word.

She threw her work bag into the corner, collapsed onto her bed, and sighed deeply.

"Damn, life is so exhausting. I carry everything on my own. Mom... why did you leave so soon? You left me alone with this selfish father of mine. He only cares about his new wife and child, while I'm just trash to him."

Roura complained in frustration. She wiped her face, trying to release the burden of the day.

After a while, she got up and walked to the bathroom. She turned on the warm water, letting the steam fill the small room. The water flowed over her body, washing away her exhaustion.

Wrapping herself in a white towel, she quickly secured it and stepped out of the bathroom. Her wet hair dripped onto the floor.

But as she walked out, she suddenly froze in her tracks.

"Ahhh!"

Roura screamed, her eyes wide in disbelief, her heart pounding as she saw something that shouldn't have been in her room.

Her gaze locked on Sion, sitting casually on the edge of her bed, grinning as if he had no care in the world.

"How did you get in here?" Roura shouted angrily, though fear laced her voice.

Sion, unfazed, lay back comfortably, smiling.

"Shh! Stop yelling, or your dad will get mad again," he said nonchalantly.

Roura's anger mixed with fear. "But how did you get into my room? Did my parents sell me to you?"