Redo of a Romanceless Author’s Life Devoid of Love; Another Chance at Youth Chapter 257

Chapter 257. Enlisting Angela’s Aid. (6/6)

“I’ve thought it over. I’ll buy into this company as much as I can before the other company you ntioned acquires it. At the very least, I’m pretty confident I’ll be able to make a good sum of money off of such an investnt.”

“Why are you blindly believing what I’m telling you?”

“The ti we played that ga made think that you were my personal version of Laplace's demon. It was sothing I heard about in one of my lectures. I couldn’t help but associate it with you.”

“Do I look like so sort of monster that knows the precise location and montum of every atom in the universe who can calculate their past and future values at any given ti to you?”

“Yeah. At least, when you got to sign that contract, you looked like that. I’m willing to roll the dice and take the gamble to see what happens. Besides that, I don’t have anything better to spend my money on. Even with how much I spend, it’s just sitting in my bank account and piling up.”

“You’re seriously considering going through with this?”

“Definitely. The projection you made is just too ridiculous for to ignore.”

“Then, it’d be best for you to act right away and use your connections inside the music industry to get in touch with this company as soon as possible. Their value goes up significantly with each passing day. Right now, they’re averaging about one hundred thousand users a day and the valuation is growing exponentially.”

“Yes. As that’s the case, I’ll need to get going now to reach out to my people and set up a eting with their CEO.”

“It’d be nice if you could find a way to buy them out, but if they refuse, don’t push too hard or they may grow suspicious of your intentions. At the very least get on the inside.”

“Yeah. I know. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Without further ado, Angela stood up with a devious fox-like smile on her face and took her leave. I could tell, so sort of switch had been flipped in her.

When she was gone I let out a long sigh. I’d gone and done sothing troubleso. Well, this ti I didn’t particularly care though. It didn’t make much of a difference to what happened with this app. There was no way it could get any worse than it had my first ti through life so simply tossing out this bit of information didn’t matter.

Ah. That reminds … there was a certain website the world would be a better place without. This one started up in November this year, however… I didn’t feel like there was any way to stop this one. It was a website that allowed you to effectively turn yourself into an e-prostitute with monthly subscribers.

There would be droves of lonely guys who’d happily pay so random girl online to receive nothing in return. Though so would pay to be humiliated and shad by the girl in a public setting. They were often referred to as pay piggies, those who derived pleasure from being financially dominated by a woman. Hell, there were even so idiots who’d settle for feet pics.

If you beat the original creator of this website to the punch and made the site before them, it completely defeated the purpose. If you tried to stop them from creating the site, soone else would eventually co up with the idea and create it instead. It was just a matter of who created the site first. It was a lose-lose situation all around. Unlike the app Angela was going after right now, there was truly no way to stop this website from coming into existence.

What a headache. I’ll just turn my head the other way and act like I know nothing of it. This was the best I could do.

I’m just one little man in this big world, there’s only so much I can do. It’s not even like it’s my job to do anything about these problems. Why do I keep getting caught up in these matters that go far beyond the scope of what a little high schooler like should be involved with anyway? Isn’t this too ridiculous? I’m just a novelist/part-ti convenience store worker/part-ti devil damn it.

This isn’t my job.

Frustrated, I channeled all my energy into writing to forget about all this nonsense. I just want a peaceful life, yet an endless stream of problems keep coming to find on their own.

When it was 3:30 PM I headed to work. My shift was with Yuna, so it was rather peaceful. Today we conversed about one of the stories she wrote. She asked for feedback about the chapters, characters, world, and plot points. The genre of stories she wrote the most were psychological ones with mystery and suspense which contained traces of romance. They weren’t bad, but I personally felt they lacked layers.

I could predict most of what would happen and I never had that aha mont when the mystery was unraveled. These days I only had that sort of aha mont when I wrote my own stories.

My feedback didn’t seem to discourage her though. Rather, she looked eager to try again. It sort of felt like she wanted to write a story that would blow away.

Well, I was rooting for her. I enjoyed such stories after all.

After work, when I got ho I purchased three tickets for the show at the planetarium and printed them off.

Not long after I printed the tickets out, there was a knock on my door.

When I opened the door, I was greeted by a smiling duo, Alicia, and Rosa. One wore the smile of an innocent angel, while the other sported a devilish grin. The promise I made last night had completely slipped my mind. I was dragged away to the bed in my room and sandwiched between the two girls. I was faced toward Rosa who had her back pinned to the wall while Alicia wrapped her arms around from behind.

Rosa wasn’t the slightest bit bashful and took full advantage of the situation. It ended up as a repeat of the night before with Alicia, only with Rosa in her place.

I couldn’t help but think that this setup was quite typical of Alicia. She always acted in a way to keep things equal between the two of them. Trapped on both sides, there wasn’t much I could do. As such, I fell asleep, resigned to my fate as their shared hug pillow.