[One Week Later]
Titan Clothing was everywhere.
What started as a bold campaign had detonated into a cultural shift. Screens across every major city looped the now-iconic ads. Social media was flooded with edits, fan art, and breakdown videos analyzing every outfit, pose, and stare. Influencers scrambled to get their hands on the latest Titan drops, and when they couldn't, they started reselling them for three times the price. Titan's website crashed five times in one day.
Alex didn't panic. He scaled production fivefold, rerouted inventory from their Paris and Europe branches, and quietly bought out a textile mill in Portugal. Stores that used to see steady foot traffic now had lines wrapping around the block. Inside Titan HQ, Rachel set up a 24-hour logistics war room and treated it like a military campaign.
Meanwhile, Max and Caroline were no longer just local legends. Their faces were everywhere. Their cupcake shops, which already served Titan-exclusive drinks and snacks, were now experiencing the kind of surge usually reserved for viral food trucks and celebrity chef restaurants. Every table was full. Every drink sold out. Fans came from other states just to take selfies inside the stores. Merchandise with their quotes and faces that were originally meant as a small side hustle, turned into a global side brand.
Alex watched the numbers climb, then quietly assigned bodyguards to both of them. Discreet but professional. They blended into crowds, posed as delivery drivers, customers, and background noise. Max complained, of course, calling them "walking earpieces with a caffeine addiction," but she didn't argue. Caroline actually thanked him. She knew fame had its price.
On the other side, Angelina Jolie's inbox exploded. Brands, directors, and magazines were clawing for a piece of her. But the contract she signed with Titan was airtight. She was exclusive, bound to Alex's brand and vision. She didn't mind. The gigs were stable, the money good, and the creative control unmatched. She got to pick her looks, approve her shots, and work on campaigns that felt like art. She hadn't felt this respected in years.
She turned down a fragrance line in Paris. Rejected a Netflix limited series. Declined a Cannes invite.
Her response every time was the same: "Talk to Titan."
[Back at Titan HQ]
Inside Alex's office, walls now featured framed magazine covers from Vogue, Harper's Bazaar, and TIME—all headlined with Titan stars. Max's hoodie pose was already being cited as "the face of modern comfort-luxury." Caroline's shattered glass dress shot was hailed as "post-patriarchal power dressing."
Alex scrolled through reports. Revenue was up 640 percent. Engagement up 800. Search traffic on Titan Brand had broken five national records.
He looked at the live metrics dashboard and let out a quiet breath.
"Ha! More money and fame. Well," His eyes were on the System's screen. "Seems like I got scammed by this System. Unlimited Money. Hahaha." He chuckled to himself.
...
[Ping!]
[Quest: Survive the assassination > Completed]
[Reward: Dagger summon]
...
"It seems Rachel took care of those bastards. Haaa," Alex sighed. "Dagger summon seems like a cool skill."
He was alone in his office for the moment, so he decided to test it out. He stood from his desk, stretching his arms out and rolling his shoulders.
"Alright," he muttered, looking at his hand. "Let's see if this actually works."
He concentrated, imagining a dagger in his palm.
There was no flash and no sound, just a feeling of pressure and an unsettling presence. Suddenly, he saw the cold steel in his palm appearing out of nowhere: a black blade, curved as if it were forged from shadow and designed for silent kills. The handle fit perfectly in his grip. It was lightweight and razor-sharp.
Alex turned it slowly in his hand. It shimmered under the office lights.
"Nice."
He took a practice swing, cutting through the air effortlessly. Then he focused again.
It was gone.
The blade vanished just like that.
Alex let out a low breath.
"Okay," he said to himself. "This is fucking awesome."
He walked to the minibar, poured himself a glass of sparkling water, and stared out over the city skyline. Money, power, fame, love... He has everything. Yet, that old feeling of emptiness was slowly creeping into his heart.
...
[Ping!]
[Bonus reward as an apology for the sudden scenario expansion.]
[Scenario: The High Table Unlocked.]
[Reward: Management Window]
[Description: 1) You can now add people's info in the system and the System will alert you if they are in danger, unhappy, happy, horny.
2) System will help you maintain your empire from the shadows and light. Right now, Rachel and Jane are struggling with the intense workload. So, to make it more efficient, System will manage your finances, production facilities, talent hunting, contract drafting, legal issues, and any other work. All you have to do is use the [MAINTAIN] button on the right of the main screen to get the options.
3) Loyalty screen. Enter the person's details and you'll see how loyal they are to you.]
...
"I fucking knew it," Alex mumbled to himself and punched his left fist on his right palm. "Haaa. Ok. No worries. I got survival skills and even dagger summons. I can even dodge bullets. Now, I even have new skills, so my girls will be safe and I'll know who is loyal. But dang! JW reality too."
Over the next few hours, Alex sat in his office, sleeves rolled and eyes locked on the system interface.
The Management Window was simple. Minimal UI. Efficient. It displayed the option:
[MAINTAIN]
He tapped it.
A new screen unfolded. Sections bloomed into view.
EMPLOYEE DATABASE
FINANCIAL SYSTEMS
PRODUCTION LOGISTICS
TALENT MANAGEMENT
LEGAL OPERATIONS
SURVEILLANCE & SECURITY
He clicked on the Employee Database and began entering names manually: cleaners, drivers, kitchen staff, marketing heads, and brand liaisons. All 2,204 employees.
Each name came with a snapshot: photo ID, job title, department. And next to each, a glowing Loyalty Meter. Ranged from 0 to 100.
He began scrolling through the list quickly. Most hovered around 80 to 95. A few standout names flashed at 100.
Then came the red flags.
One name:
Derrick Langston – Logistics Coordinator – Loyalty: 12
Alex clicked on his file.
Former employee at Midnight Syndicate Studios. Terminated under mysterious circumstances. Two unexplained data access events last month. Travel records show repeated visits to competitor locations.
He flagged Derrick.
[MARK FOR REMOVAL]
Then another.
Elsa Romero – Talent Booking Assistant – Loyalty: 9
She had been leaking audition notes. Flagged.
Then more.
57 names total. All under 25 in loyalty. All tied to rival companies. Some embedded for years. Some new hires with falsified résumés.
Alex flagged each one and called Rachel to terminate them and slam legal cases on them, and even apologized for dumping more work on her.
He leaned back, breath steady, watching the flagged list vanish from the main screen as they were quarantined by the system.
Then, he moved to Personal Monitoring.
He opened a new tab labeled PRIMARY CONNECTIONS and entered the names of the women closest to him.
[Max Black]
Status: Horny & Sleeping
Emotional Bar: Content but restless
Loyalty: 100
Notes: Monitored. Bodyguards active. No immediate threats.
[Caroline Channing]
Status: Exhausted & Happy
Emotional Bar: Stabilizing. Slight stress from fame pressure.
Loyalty: 100
Notes: Monitoring recommended. Consider private getaway to decompress.
[Evangeline Lilly]
Status: Little Lonely
Emotional Bar: Stable. Craving connection.
Loyalty: 98
Notes: Suggested action: Reach out. Invite to dinner or studio meet.
[Scarlett Johansson]
Status: Happy Driving
Emotional Bar: Joyful.
Loyalty: 100
Notes: No action required.
[Rachel]
Status: Exhausted
Emotional Bar: Critical workload threshold
Loyalty: 100
Notes: Needs assistant. System recommends hiring a backup coordinator.
Alex clicked Rachel's name. A sub-menu opened.
Options appeared:
Assign Assistant
Reduce Task Load
Auto-Handle Admin Level Operations
...
Alex wanted to use the auto handle option, but that would make her suspicious. So, he decided to use assign assistant. He clicked on the first option.
The System found four people to help out Rachel with the workload. And they will be loyal with enough qualifications.
...
[Next Day – 10:03 AM] [Titan HQ – Alex's Office]
The door slammed open like it owed Rachel money.
She stormed in, tablet in one hand, rage practically vibrating off her. Her heels struck the floor like gunshots. Her dark blazer swayed with each furious step. She stopped right in front of Alex's desk, eyes locked on him like heat-seeking missiles.
"You assigned four assistants to me?" she demanded.
Alex didn't even look startled. He stood up slowly, adjusted his cuffs, and walked around the desk like this was a well-rehearsed move.
"Yes," he said simply.
"Four? Not one. Not two. Four. Do you think I'm running a call center or a logistics battalion?"
"You are, actually," Alex replied calmly.
Rachel's nostrils flared. "You know I can handle the work. I am used to it and now..."
Alex was close now. Very close. He stepped into her space without hesitation, eyes never leaving hers. Then, with quiet confidence, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in.
Rachel didn't move. But her grip on the tablet tightened.
"I know how much you're handling," he said quietly. "I see the load. I see the hours. You've been working until 3 AM every day this week."
She opened her mouth to retort, but he cut her off with a kiss. Slow. Deliberate. The kind that left no room for protest. It lasted just long enough to erase the tension from her shoulders. Just long enough for her to forget the tablet in her hand.
When he pulled back, she was breathless but still glaring, albeit with slightly less fire.
"You don't get to just..."
"I do," he said. "Because I know you. And I know you'd never ask for help. You'd rather die at your desk than admit the pressure's getting to you."
She looked away for half a second. That was all the confirmation he needed.
"That's why I'm not asking," Alex said. "I'm giving you help. And I'm not taking no for an answer."
Rachel swallowed hard. "And if I still say I don't want them, are you going to spank me?"
Alex leaned in again, lips near her ear. His voice dropped.
"No spanking this time. But if you say yes, then I'll eat you out more often. Until you scream my name so many times you forget what time it is. Every time you take a break, I'll drag you in my office or on the roof and just eat and fuck the squirt out of you. Just to remind you who takes care of you when you won't take care of yourself with my dick in you."
"I want anal," Rachel whispered. "Rough anal and choking."
"Then you better prep up that ass of yours tomorrow and wear a butt plug and an egg vibrator must be in your pussy all the time. I'll tease the hell out of you the entire day. If you manage to not cum by the end of the day, I'll give you what you want and as long as you want," Alex whispered as his hand went to her throat and he gripped earning a soft moan from her.
"Promise?" She mumbled.
Alex kissed her hard and roughly before pulling away. Her eyes were on his lips as he looked at her face. "Promise. Now, get back to work and show the newbies around the ropes."
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