The boardroom, which had been a stage for my coronation just a day before, was now a quiet, focused command center. The initial, heady rush of our first meeting had settled into a low, simmering hum of purpose. After the rest of the board had left to begin their monumental tasks, only the three of us remained: me, Tiffany, and Anna. The core of my strategic council.
Tiffany looked at me, a rare, genuine smile touching her lips. "Your idea of pulling my mother into Phoenix Capital was a good one," she said, her voice a cool, analytical assessment that was, for her, the equivalent of high praise.
"Yeah!" Anna chimed in, her own amber eyes shining with a quiet, profound respect. "The Headmistress is a competent woman."
"I'm just doing what I can for Phoenix," I said with a shrug. "She's a powerful piece on the board. We need all the powerful pieces we can get." I leaned back in my chairperson's seat, the leather sighing under my weight. "And by the way, what about both of your works? How is our little venture into the market going?"
Tiffany's smile widened into a look of pure, predatory satisfaction. "It's going… adequately," she said, her voice a low, confident purr. She gestured to Anna, who was sitting beside her, a laptop open on the table, its screen a dizzying cascade of numbers and charts. "Thanks to Anna. She didn't just develop a piece of software; she created a financial oracle. It's a predictive algorithm that analyzes market data, social media sentiment, and political news feeds in real-time. It doesn't just tell us what the market is doing; it tells us what the market is going to do three seconds from now."
Anna blushed at the praise, a rare and beautiful sight. "This is all I can do," she said, her voice a timid whisper. "I'm still working on the software. This is just a prototype."
"A prototype that's already generating profits in the hundreds of millions of Funos," Tiffany continued, ignoring Anna's modesty. "Her application is also linked to the mainframe of the stock exchange. It allows us to identify and exploit micro-second arbitrage opportunities. We can essentially… spike the market for a few minutes, execute our trades, and get out before anyone even knows what happened. It's a license to print money."
"Both of you are doing well," I said, a deep sense of pride swelling in my chest. "I'm impressed." I then turned to them, my own expression turning more serious. "Now, Anna, Tiffany, I want you to discuss a few things with Stacy about her opponents, what they are doing, and so on."
Anna looked confused. "But why, Chairperson?"
It was Tiffany who answered, her voice a cold, sharp lesson in ruthless strategy. "Because our win is not just about our own success, Anna. It is also about ensuring our opponent's absolute, catastrophic loss."
"Absolutely," I said. "Anna, gather intel. We've launched our company; now it's time to belittle the competition. Also, give me intel on every woman Aunt Christine wants me to bring into 'Allure.' We need to focus on the Han group, gather everything about them. And the Colsons." I leaned forward, a new, cold fire in my eyes, the knowledge from my skills a whisper in the back of my mind. "We have totally handicapped the Ruthless Animals by destroying their political support. Now, it's time to destroy the Colsons."
My internal thought: "This is the path. The old Adam would have been satisfied with just beating Friedrich. But the king I am becoming… he understands that you don't just defeat an enemy. You erase them."
"My [Chanakya] skill is telling me something," I said, my voice dropping, taking on a new, ancient authority. "We are going to use the Sama-Dama-Danda-Bheda against our enemies."
Anna looked at me, her expression a blank slate of confusion. "What does that mean, Leader?" Tiffany was also curious, her head tilted, her analytical mind encountering a variable it didn't recognize.
"These are the four pillars of war," I explained, the ancient, ruthless knowledge flowing through me as if I had studied it my entire life. "The four ways to destroy an enemy. First, Sama, which means with kind words, with persuasion. You reason with them, you negotiate, you find a peaceful solution. This is the path of the diplomat."
I paused, letting the first pillar settle in their minds. "Second, Dama, which means with favors, with wealth, with glamour. You bribe them, you buy their loyalty, you entice them with a prize they cannot resist. This is the path of the merchant king."
"Third," I continued, my voice hardening, "is Danda, which means with force, with punishment, with torture. When reason and wealth fail, you use overwhelming power to crush them, to make an example of them so that no one ever dares to cross you again. This is the path of the warrior."
I looked at them, at their captivated, slightly terrified expressions. "And last," I said, my voice dropping to a low, chilling whisper, "is Bheda. This is the path of the serpent. It means using unreasonable ways, creating division, blackmailing, targeting an enemy's loved ones, turning their own family against them. It is the art of destroying your enemy from the inside out, without ever having to draw your own sword."
Tiffany's eyes lit up with a new, profound, and terrifying understanding. "Hmm," she mused, a slow, dangerous smile on her lips. "Quite good. Sama-Dama-Danda-Bheda. A complete strategic philosophy. Good. Okay, with this, I think Anna and I should get back to work, Chairperson."
"Okay, Leader," Anna said, her own eyes shining with a new, focused intensity. "We are going. Thank you for the explanation."
And with that, my two brilliant strategists left, leaving me alone in the quiet, sunlit expanse of the boardroom, the weight of our new, brutal philosophy settling on my shoulders.
The rest of the day was a blur of calculated motion. The gears of our new empire were beginning to turn, and the sound was a low, powerful hum that resonated deep in my bones. I spent a few hours in my own office, reviewing the intel Anna had already started to compile, my mind a whirlwind of strategies and possibilities. But a few unresolved, deeply personal matters kept pulling at the edges of my focus.
I found my mom first, in her new office, the CEO's suite. The room was as grand and imposing as my own, but she had already started to make it a home. A small vase of fresh flowers sat on the corner of her desk, a splash of vibrant life against the dark, polished wood. She was standing by the massive floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at the sprawling city below, her posture a mixture of awe and a dawning, powerful confidence.
I walked up behind her, my footsteps silent on the plush carpet. "It's a good view, isn't it?" I asked, my voice a low murmur.
She turned, a warm, genuine smile lighting up her face when she saw me. The tired, worried woman I had known my whole life was gone, replaced by a leader, a CEO, a queen surveying her new kingdom. "Adam," she said, her voice full of a quiet, profound pride. "You're doing amazing work. All of you. I've been reviewing the initial reports from Tiffany and Anna… it's breathtaking."
"It's not me, Mom," I said, stepping closer. "It's you. You're the one who's making all of this possible. You're the heart of this company. Without you, it's just a collection of brilliant but chaotic pieces. You're the one who's turning it into a home."
Her eyes glistened with unshed tears. She reached out and gently touched my cheek, her hand warm and soft. "Oh, Adam. You've grown up so much."
I took her hand in mine, lacing my fingers through hers. "Mom," I began, my voice a little rough, the words catching in my throat. "I'm… I'm going away for a few days. For business. A recruitment trip."
Her smile faltered, a flicker of a familiar, maternal concern in her eyes. "Outside the city? Is it safe?"
"It's safe," I reassured her. "But… before I go, there's something I need to ask you." I took a deep breath, the words I had been holding back, the feelings I had laid bare on that balcony, now demanding an answer. "When I get back… I hope you'll have an answer for me. About my feelings for you."
Her breath hitched, her hand trembling slightly in mine. She looked down, unable to meet my gaze, a storm of conflicting emotions playing out on her beautiful face. I saw the fear, the guilt, the societal rules that had bound her for her entire life. But underneath it all, I saw something else. A flicker of a dangerous, exhilarating hope.
I gently squeezed her hand. "I'm not asking you to forget that you're my mother," I said, my voice a low, sincere whisper. "I will always be your son. I will always protect you. But I want to be more than that. I want to be the man you can lean on, the man you can trust with your heart. I want to be your partner, in this company, and in life."
I leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her forehead. "Just… think about it," I whispered.
And with that, I left her there, standing in the golden light of the setting sun, her entire world, and our entire future, hanging in the balance.
My next stop was my aunt's new office, the headquarters for what would soon be 'Allure.' The space was still mostly empty, a blank canvas, but she stood in the center of it, a vision of elegant potential.
"Aunt," I said, my voice soft.
She turned, a genuine, brilliant smile on her face. "Adam. Come in."
"Are you liking your new life?" I asked, walking towards her.
"Liking it?" she said, a soft, musical laugh escaping her lips. "Yes, absolutely. I'm amazed, Adam. The people you've gathered… they're a force of nature." She started to pace, her energy a vibrant, excited thing. "Let's talk about my sister, your mom. How much has she changed? She's a true CEO, confident, decisive. And Marilyn and Aila… such geniuses in their fields. Then there's Tiffany, so ruthless and cold, but so incredibly capable. And little Anna, so timid, but the most efficient mind I've ever seen. Stacy… oh my God, she's a literal business genius. And Isabel is so amazing in her field, I'm amazed after seeing so many new colors of everyone. Then your new recruit, Amelia. She's different from Tiffany; she has a kind, maternal love, but she's intelligent in so many fields."
She finally stopped pacing and looked at me, her lilac eyes shining with a profound, heartfelt admiration. "And at the center of it all, there's you. So strategic and dominating. You gathered all of us here and gave us a new life. I am so lucky to have a nephew like you."
The word hung in the air between us, a familiar, painful barrier. The brilliant light in her eyes dimmed, replaced by a shadow of sadness.
I closed the distance between us and pulled her into a hug. "Why 'nephew'?" I whispered against her hair. "Why not Adam? Just Adam, Christine." I pulled back just enough to look her in the eye. "I am willing to fight for you, for everything you want. But you need to take one step."
Her beautiful face crumpled, her eyes filling with tears. "But Adam, I'm scared," she whispered, her voice cracking. "I'm so scared. What if everyone abandons me? What if society… what if they all turn against us?"
I held her tighter, my own voice a low, fierce promise. "Christine, you just said I'm intelligent. I'm strategic. I am not someone who just waits to see what will happen. I'm not walking on a path that was created by society. I create my own path. My own future." I looked deep into her tear-filled eyes, pouring all of my conviction, all of my power, into my gaze. "I promise you, I will create a future—not a perfect one, but the best one—in which all of you get the happiness you deserve. I am seriously willing to fight for it. I just want you to stand with me."
Before leaving for my recruitment trip, I had a few more loose ends to tie up. I found Amelia and Tiffany in the CSO's office, a sleek, modern space that already felt like the strategic heart of our empire. They were standing over a holographic map of the city, deep in a quiet, intense discussion.
"Am I interrupting?" I asked, leaning against the doorframe.
They both looked up, and for a fraction of a second, I saw the same look on both of their faces: a professional respect that was now deeply intertwined with something far more personal.
"Adam," Amelia said, her voice a warm, welcoming melody. "We were just discussing potential locations for our new R&D facility."
"The zoning regulations are a logistical nightmare," Tiffany added, her tone crisp and analytical.
I walked over, a playful, easy grin on my face. "Well, I'm glad to see the two most brilliant women I know are already working so well together." I looked from Tiffany's sharp, intelligent face to her mother's elegant, knowing one. "It's a powerful combination. The unstoppable force and the immovable object. I'm not sure which is which."
Tiffany's usual composure faltered for a second, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. "Don't be ridiculous, Leader."
Amelia just laughed, a soft, musical sound. "He's just teasing you, dear. You'll get used to it."
"I just came to say my goodbyes," I said, my tone turning more serious. "And to make sure everything is in order before I leave."
I went to Stacy's office next. Anna was there, the two of them huddled over a series of complex financial projections on a large screen.
"I was just explaining to Anna the concept of a leveraged buyout," Stacy said, a predatory glint in her eyes.
"It's… very aggressive," Anna said, her own eyes wide with a mixture of awe and a healthy dose of fear.
I just smiled. "I'm sure you two can handle it." I looked at Stacy. "Is everything ready? The car, the travel allowance?"
She just laughed, a low, confident sound. She walked over to her desk and picked up a small, elegant black box. She handed it to me. "Chairperson," she said, her voice a low, chiding purr, "a man in your position shouldn't ask for an 'allowance.' That's a disgrace to your status. You own this place. You get whatever you want."
I opened the box. Inside, nestled on a bed of black velvet, were the keys to a brand new, gleaming black "Bugatti Veyron." And beside them, a single, heavy credit card made of a matte black metal. A premium card that, I knew, was held by only a few hundred people in the entire world.
"I have also arranged a private jet for you," she continued, her voice a smooth, confident murmur. "Don't worry about a thing. I'll handle everything here." She leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to my lips. "Happy journey, darling."
Anna, who had been watching the whole exchange with a look of profound, blushing embarrassment, suddenly stood up. "I… I should leave," she stammered. "I still need to work. And by the way, Chairperson, you still have to say bye to the others." She gave me a quick, shy wave and practically fled the office.
I was left there, a little embarrassed myself, the weight of the car keys and the credit card a heavy, thrilling reality in my hands.
My goodbyes weren't over. I found Lily in her new office, the Head of HR suite. The room was already a reflection of her: organized, elegant, and with a quiet, powerful sense of order. She was standing by the window, looking out at the city, but she turned the moment I walked in, a warm, genuine smile on her face.
"Adam," she said, her voice a soft melody. "I was hoping you'd stop by."
"I couldn't leave without saying goodbye," I replied, walking towards her. "How is the work going? Are you settling in?"
"It's... a challenge," she admitted, a playful sparkle in her turquoise eyes. "Trying to build a corporate culture from scratch with a group of geniuses and traumatized prodigies is certainly more interesting than grading history papers." She let out a small, happy sigh. "I've never felt more alive."
"I'm glad," I said, my voice a low, sincere hum. I stopped directly in front of her, my own skills activating, a palpable aura of warmth and desire filling the space between us. "I'm going to be gone for a few days."
"I know," she whispered, her gaze dropping to my lips. "I'll miss you."
"Good," I said, my voice a low growl. I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her, a deep, passionate, all-consuming kiss that was meant to be a promise, a brand. It was a kiss that spoke of moonlit dances and impossible proposals, of a future we were building together. When I finally pulled back, we were both breathless.
"Looks like the Chairperson is happy," she said, her voice a little shaky, a beautiful, rosy blush on her cheeks. "By the way... happy journey."
My last stop was Isabel's office. The COO's suite. I walked in to find her completely swamped, a mountain of paperwork threatening to swallow her whole. She was surrounded by files, her brow furrowed in concentration, a pen tucked behind her ear. She looked up as I entered, a weary but determined look on her face.
"Hey," I said, my voice soft.
"Hey, yourself," she replied, a tired smile touching her lips. "Come to add another pile to my desk?"
I just chuckled and walked past her, heading into the small, private kitchen attached to her office. I started pulling out ingredients—some pasta, tomatoes, garlic, basil.
"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice full of a surprised curiosity.
"Making you dinner," I said simply. "You look like you haven't eaten all day."
She didn't say anything, just watched as I cooked. I made her favorite, a simple tomato and basil pasta, the familiar, comforting smell filling the quiet office. I brought a plate over and set it on her desk, pushing aside a stack of files.
"Eat," I said, my voice a gentle command.
We ate in a comfortable silence, a small, quiet moment of peace in the middle of the storm of our new lives. When she had finished, I took her plate and set it aside. I walked up behind her chair and gently started to massage her tense shoulders.
She let out a soft, contented sigh, leaning her head back against my hands. "Thank you, Adam."
"There are so many things you're going to have to handle while I'm gone," I said, my voice a low murmur as I worked the knots from her shoulders. "Make sure you take enough rest. Don't push yourself too hard."
"I'll be fine," she said, though her voice was a little shaky.
I leaned down and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her forehead. "I love you, Izzy."
She reached up and took my hand, her grip surprisingly strong. "I love you too, Adam," she whispered.
My farewell tour was almost complete. I had one last stop to make. I called Marilyn and Aila to my office. They arrived together, a stunning, formidable duo of blonde ambition, their professional suits doing little to conceal the raw, sensual energy that now seemed to radiate from them.
They stood in the center of my vast office, looking at me with wide, expectant eyes. I walked towards them, a slow, predatory smile on my face.
"I'm going away for a few days," I said, my voice a low, intimate hum. "So I thought, why don't I say a proper goodbye to my beautiful new queens?"
I didn't wait for an answer. My hands moved, each one finding a soft, full breast, my thumbs teasing their hardened nipples through the thin fabric of their blouses.
Aila let out a small, sharp gasp, her eyes fluttering shut. "We are happy that we can be your queens, Adam," she whispered, her voice a breathless, shaky thing.
Marilyn leaned into my touch, a low, guttural moan escaping her lips. "Your desire is burning inside me," she breathed, her usual composure completely gone.
In moments, we were all naked, our expensive clothes a discarded heap on the plush carpet. I made them bend over my obsidian desk, the cold, hard surface a stark contrast to their hot, eager skin. I put my erect, raw dick inside Aila first. She started moaning, a high, beautiful sound that echoed in the silent office. I fucked her while caressing Marilyn's huge, perfect breasts, and I came on Aila's ass, my seed a stark, white testament to my claim on her.
Then, I pressed Marilyn against the massive glass window, the glittering expanse of the city a breathtaking backdrop to our passion. "I want you to see it," I growled, my voice a possessive rumble against her ear. "The world that is going to be under our rule. Marilyn, you are my queen. And you are ruling."
I penetrated her from behind, and she cried out, her voice a raw, beautiful sound of pure ecstasy. "Being loved by you, Adam, is a pleasure," she gasped, her hands pressed against the cool glass. "It is my desire. It is my destiny."
I fucked her rigorously, the entire chairperson's suite filled with our moans, the sounds of our bodies a wild, primal symphony. I came deep inside her, and we climaxed together, a shared, explosive release that left us both trembling and breathless.
The whole night passed in a blur of cumming on, and in, my beautiful new queens. I gave them every part of me, and they took it, eagerly, gratefully. Their bodies were a testament to our passion, a canvas painted with my desire, with my semen.
Before leaving for the airport, I kissed them both, a deep, lingering kiss that was a promise of my return. "I'll be back in a few days," I said.
They both hugged me, their bodies still warm and pliant from our night of passion. "We are the king's queens," they said in unison, their voices a quiet, unwavering vow. "We are always there for you, Adam."