92 Final Preparations
It's been six months since I've arrived in this world and a few months since I bought Walk Shop.
The months since then have been fruitful and at the sa ti, not. We'd worked and firmly established Imperium Holdings and since then, my net worth had increased.
Walk Shop had grown from $15 billion to $21 billion, Cooper Real Estate was now worth $1.2 billion and was thriving as a Real Estate Investnt Trust.
Sunset Inn was still the sa but the most surprising had been Mila Devon's costic brand doubling in value. Yes, my investnt is still quite small at $20 million but it doubled. From what I'd seen, the brand was projected to be worth $300 million by this ti next year.
With four and a half years left in my ti, I could say I've achieved a lot. I'd managed to stamp seventeen more stamp holders but at this point, I think the system was trolling .
Seventeen won and all I got was $8 billion. Since I'd confird that the system responded to my desires, I think I knew what was going on.
My theory is that the system also has its own agenda.
I've been preparing for the confrontation I'd be having with my sister but I think it wanted to go as I was and had been feeding stamp holders with little to no significant wealth.
Fortunately, I'd been able to liquidate my rewards and had a war chest of $8 billion.
Now, here I was in a conference room in London, my final stop before heading to the battleground, New York.
I walked closer to the large floor to ceiling windows, looking down at the training grounds of the football club I'd inherited a few months ago.
It was mid morning and the players were training and having fun outside. But in here, I was just wrapping up a eting.
I turned around and stared at the club's managent team who were seated around the long oak table. They'd surprisingly been very cooperative.
Well, I had to say that it also had sothing to do with my… planning. Any doubts they'd had about an 'outsider' inheriting a club and telling them what to do had faded away when they heard what I had in store for them.
Why have a sports club if I couldn't make it the best it can be?
"Thank you for your ti, everyone." I said, looking around at the familiar faces that surrounded . "This club isn't a pasti for but a part of the future I'm building. I hope we all get to build that future together."
They nodded in agreent and after a few more words, the eting ended. I stepped out of the hallway, loosening my tie and taking a deep breath.
That was when my assistant, Tom, appeared out of nowhere and handed a folder containing everything I needed to know about my next engagent.
When I took the seat at the top of Imperium Holdings, I'd taken him with , giving him a raise. He deserved it.
"You're scheduled to et the journalist in twenty minutes." He said as he followed briskly down the corridor.
"Perfect." I glanced at my watch. "Let's go."
Tom led out to the parking lot where a SUV waited. He began driving and I took that mont to go through the folder.
This interview would be my last for now in a series of interviews I'd been doing lately to control the image I wanted to be presented to the public.
One of the most dangerous courts in the world was, after all, the court of public opinion.
We finally got to the venue, an exclusive suite overlooking the Thas where the interviewer, a tall yet thin man nad Peter Dixon, was already waiting when I arrived.
"Mr. Voss." He greeted with a professional smile as I shook his hand. "It's a pleasure. I'm looking forward to diving into your journey today."
"Likewise." I replied, taking a seat opposite him.
The room had already been set up for the interview before I arrived with the caras already placed in their positions. The backdrop of the interview was of London's beautiful skyline and a few lights used to make the setting a little less… formal.
We finished the pre-interview preparations and when the caras began rolling, Peter went straight to the point.
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"Mr. Voss, in the last six months, you've gone from a relatively unknown na in the business world to one of the most talked-about billionaires globally. What's your secret?"
We finished the pre-interview preparations and when the caras began rolling, Peter went straight to the point.
"Mr. Voss, in the last six months, you've gone from a relatively unknown na in the business world to one of the most talked-about billionaires globally. What's your secret?"
I smiled, a small smile I'd spent so ti practicing in the mirror. "There's no secret, Peter. Just a lot of persistence and a willingness to take risks others might shy away from."
"Risks like acquiring Walk Shop during its PR crisis?" He probed.
"Exactly." I leaned forward slightly, eting his gaze. "Walk Shop was, and still is, a groundbreaking company."
"The AI space is growing exponentially but it's also crowded. The crisis presented an opportunity not just to acquire a company, but to reshape it. And that's where the real challenge is. Fortunately, I think I can say we're doing a good job."
He nodded, scribbling notes. "And your plans for Sunset Inn? Many would say it's unusual for soone to be so invested in both hospitality and technology."
"Unusual is good." I nodded like I understood so grand order of the universe. "But both Walk Shop and Sunset Inn are essentially satisfying the sa need. With Sunset Inn, we're redefining the guest experience."
"Imagine stepping into a hotel room that already knows your preferences. The temperature you like, the music that soothes you, even the type of pillow you prefer. That's the future of hospitality and Adaptive AI, integrated with PathFinder, is how we're making it happen."
Peter's eyes lit up and he leaned forward in interest. "You're talking about hyper-personalization."
"Exactly. We do not want to just et expectations but exceed them. Sunset Inn will set the gold standard for how technology can enhance human experiences in the hospitality industry."
"I see." He nodded.
We continued the interview and before long, the focus shifted to sports.
"With two football clubs, stakes in Major League Baseball and the NBA, you're entering into territories ruled by passion and community identity. What's your vision for these investnts?"
I leaned back, relaxing into the chair. "Like you said, this is more than just gas. They're about community, identity and connection."
"My vision is to elevate that experience. Whether it's through better facilities, advanced analytics or fan engagent, I want these clubs to lead on and off the field."
He raised an eyebrow. "So would say you're spreading yourself too thin."
"I'd say I'm building bridges." I countered. "Bridges between industries that have been operating in silos for too long."
"Hospitality, technology, sports, they all revolve around one thing. People. Understanding what people want and need is universal."
We went on and after a few rounds of questions, we finally got to the question I'd been expecting.
While it had been confird that I was a Voss, no one knew that I was Logan Voss' son.
"Finally, Mr. Voss," Peter smiled at , "your rise has been teoric. Do you ever feel the pressure to live up to the expectations surrounding your na?"
I paused before answering, making sure my answer had more weight.
"Every day." I said. "But pressure is a privilege. It's a sign that you're doing sothing that matters. And if I can use that pressure to create, innovate and push boundaries, then it's worth it."
A whole load of bullshit but Peter clearly loved it because he gave a satisfied smile. "Thank you, Mr. Voss. I think our readers are going to love this."
They definitely should. After all, that had been the intent behind all this.
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