Ethan pulled his leather gloves tight, feeling the snug fit as he swung a leg over his motorcycle. The cool night air kissed his face as he fired up the engine, the deep hum vibrating through his hands.
The club's neon lights reflected off the polished surface of the bike, casting an eerie blue glow on the pavent.
He gave the throttle a small rev before easing into the road, the distant sound of music from the club fading as he rode off into the city.
His mind wasn't on the road — not completely. His thoughts were tangled in the conversation with Zack and the looming decision ahead.
A joint investnt.
Not his usual approach, but then again, he wasn't dealing with a small shop or a minor project.
This was a resort. A massive business that could either beco a goldmine or an expensive failure if handled incorrectly.
He muttered to himself, the words almost getting lost in the night air as the wind rushed past him.
"First, location."
That was the most critical factor.
A resort wasn't just about luxury; it was about where it was built. If they picked the wrong spot, the whole venture could sink before it even started.
Tourist-heavy locations, coastal areas, or places with natural beauty — that's where the real money was.
Zack probably had sothing in mind already, but Ethan wasn't going to agree to anything until he saw it with his own eyes.
A bad location ant bad profits, no matter how extravagant the resort itself was.
He swerved past a slow-moving car, his grip steady as he continued muttering under his breath.
"Next… marketing."
A luxury resort needed hype.
Even the most beautiful place in the world wouldn't bring in money if no one knew about it. They'd need elite branding, top-tier advertising, and — if Ethan played his cards right — celebrity endorsents.
He smirked slightly. Celebrities loved flaunting their vacations.
If he could get a few influencers, actors, or high-profile businessn to visit early and post about it, the place would practically market itself.
Ethan accelerated a little, weaving through the quiet city streets.
"Facilities… entertainnt… services…" he muttered, listing off key aspects.
A high-end resort wasn't just a place to sleep — it was an experience. They'd need:
A world-class spa with relaxation therapies, massages, and exclusive treatnts.
A gourt restaurant — maybe even with a Michelin-star chef.
Luxury suites that offered breathtaking views, private pools, and absolute comfort.
Exclusive activities — jet skiing, private boat tours, maybe even a casino.
If they pulled all of that together, rich clients would co flooding in.
His fingers flexed over the handlebar as another thought surfaced.
"VIP mberships."
Ethan nodded to himself. That was another way to guarantee long-term custors. Create an exclusive mbership program that gave special perks — discounts, first access to new expansions, private villas.
People loved exclusivity. The richer they were, the more they wanted to feel set apart from the ordinary crowd.
A green light ahead flashed yellow. Ethan slowed slightly before cruising through as it turned red behind him.
Then ca the biggest challenge.
"Money managent."
Starting a resort wasn't cheap. Even with his growing wealth, he had to be careful.
He couldn't just dump millions into it blindly. Profit margins mattered. If expenses outweighed revenue, then all of this would be a waste.
He needed to monitor every expense.
Construction & land acquisition — biggest cost, but necessary.
Hiring staff — he needed professionals who could handle VIP clients flawlessly.
Marketing budget — aggressive online campaigns, elite branding, partnerships.
Operational costs — electricity, water, food supply, maintenance.
If he let Zack control the money flow entirely, there was a risk of bad spending. Ethan hated wasting money.
His eyes darkened slightly. He'd need to negotiate for financial control. Maybe not completely, but at least enough to oversee spending.
If Zack started pouring money into useless features, Ethan would shut it down imdiately.
The streetlights cast long shadows over the road as Ethan finally neared his neighborhood. He rolled his shoulders, adjusting his posture.
The last piece of the plan was simple — but also the most crucial.
Connections.
A successful resort needed the right people. It wasn't just about running a business — it was about who you knew.
Real estate moguls who could help them secure premium land.
Investors who might want a stake in the business.
High-profile clients who would bring in even wealthier guests.
And Ethan knew exactly how to build those relationships.
He smirked slightly, finally pulling into his mansion's driveway. The two guards at the entrance nodded as he parked his bike in the garage.
As he dismounted, he ran a hand through his hair, exhaling deeply.
The plan was solid. He knew how to make this work.
The only question was:
Would Zack accept his terms?
Well what better way was there than to call him.
[A / N: Sorry about the Information dump, I guess that's what this is but we need to know what we're setting out for, now let's dive in!]
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