After I finished with hiring, I realized I was getting off track from my projects. So I should hire people for headquarters too, but first, I need to install cameras there.
The Fantastic Four returned by mid-June, and somehow Reed Richards told the entire world they got caught in something that trapped them. People believed him, obviously.
I realized something, I'm rich, but no one has tried to invite me to bachelor parties or any high-level meetings.
«Because I've been diverting those messages, sir.»
"Why though?"
«You'd get pulled into power struggles, and assassins might be sent after you. Besides, you're still young… and weak.»
"That explains it."
"Wait... did you just say I'm weak?"
«No comment.»
Now I know why I haven't been invited.
I made $1.9 billion from June 1997 to June 1998, plus the remaining $600 million. So my net worth is $2.5 billion.
I wish I had developed SPACE when I was two years old. Speaking of SPACE, I need to develop my own satellite. Ideas keep piling up, but I should upgrade my car first.
I got a call from Verra and Priscilla saying we needed to meet. After the call, I remembered the business cards I said I'd make. I went ahead and created them, they weren't hard to design.
I took my car and drove to Manhattan. They said to meet at a restaurant. When I arrived, they were already there.
"Good afternoon," I said as I sat down.
"You're late," Priscilla said, giving me a strange look. Verra looked at me the same way.
"I'm not late. In fact, I'm early, for someone who lives in Chicago to get to Manhattan in four hours, that's fast," I said, catching them off guard.
"You live in Chicago? We didn't know," Verra said.
"It's okay, Verra. It's not a big deal," I replied, realizing I never told them where I live.
"Varra. My name is Varra," she corrected me.
"I thought you said your name was Verra," I said, confused.
"I stuttered and pronounced it wrong because I was afraid," she explained.
I remembered, she did stutter when she first told me her name.
[A/N: It was a mistake in my part but I'm correcting it.]
"Okay, Varra," I said, looking at them. "What did you call me here for?"
I raised my hand to order some food. The waiter came and took our orders, and while we waited, we got some refreshments.
"Is your offer still on the table?" Priscilla asked, looking at me.
"What offer? Oh, you mean the job offer?" I replied.
"Yes, that one," Varra said.
"You took two months to decide. Yeah, the offer still stands, but I don't know what position to give you since you're a doctor and I don't own a hospital," I said, glancing at Priscilla at the end.
"I understand," Priscilla said, though she didn't look discouraged.
"You're not going to ask why I need her appearance or what I'm going to do?" Varra asked, expecting an answer.
"Nah, it's not my business," I said. Just then, the waiter arrived with our food.
"Then I'll tell you," Varra said, as if she'd made up her mind.
"You don't have to," I replied, starting to eat.
"There's this guy I want to impress," Varra continued. "And Priscilla is his type."
"I don't want to know," I said, chewing.
"He's looking for a guy named Dreykov who apparently--"
"I DON'T WANT TO KNOW!" I shouted, cutting her off.
Everyone in the restaurant turned to look at me, and I apologized.
"I don't want to know what you're planning. Just don't involve me," I said, continuing to eat.
After that, we talked a bit and discussed a few things. I told Priscilla that she couldn't stay in New York if Varra was going to live that kind of lifestyle. I said I'd buy her a house or condo somewhere else. I also told her she'd be paid yearly starting now. I gave her $1 million upfront, and she'd be paid again next year on the same date.
I left New York and returned home.
I started tearing my car apart and installing the high-performance parts. I rebuilt the body using Vibranium.
I redesigned it to look like a 2023 Dodge Challenger Black Ghost, with a Vantablack finish. I reinforced the glass using Vibranium, combining its properties with AM-III and Dycanian Glass.
Those were the toughest car windows possible.
I realized the tires also needed an upgrade, something that couldn't be easily punctured or torn. I developed new ones by combining Vibranium with nanotech and a small amount of polyurethane. It was difficult to integrate, but it worked.
I installed small hologram projectors in the headlights and throughout the interior. I upgraded the interior with Vibranium as well and added several enhancements. The car had two doors but seated five people.
I installed DRIVE into the system. The car could switch between automatic and manual. The interior hologram could create the illusion that someone was driving, even when it was operating itself. It also had other uses.
DRIVE had a male voice.
I was satisfied with the results.
I took it out for a test drive, and it was smooth as hell. I drove toward New York, not to brag, but to test the car.
This wasn't a Dodge anymore. I had upgraded it, and Dodge hadn't even released this model in 1998 yet. So I renamed it OSEONG and put a star logo on it to make it look like my own design, inspired by Dodge.
I decided to buy some cameras for the headquarters. When I got home, I upgraded them and integrated holographic tech into them.
The reason I still go to school is to maintain appearances and spend more time with Maria. Everyone at school knows I'm smart, especially the teachers. They know I intentionally keep my grades at around 50%. So when I miss a few days, they don't question it because I don't cause problems.
I went to headquarters, installed cameras all around, and used holograms to make it look like there weren't any cameras at all.
I posted a job offer online. I was mainly looking for people with prior work experience or those who had graduated with a degree in Business Management or accounting. I told them to come next week for the interview.
I just remembered something. I created the serums and built the chambers, but I haven't created the Vita-rays controller yet. I'd better work on that while I wait for next week.
[A/N: This is more about filling up the blanks.]