Nearly three weeks had passed, and during this ti, Tyler had been able to achieve a lot.
The business bank accounts for the LLCs had all been created and funded. Sa with the multiple trading accounts—each LLC now had four trading accounts assigned.
VaultX and VaultPri were now running on all four accounts, performing at their at outmost that was allowed by Tyler.
With four trading accounts each for all ten LLCs, this ant a total of 40 high-volu, API-linked accounts operating in sync.
And the result? $5 million in daily profit. Clean, quiet, and spread across enough accounts to dodge every compliance flag.
With the LLCs fully operational, Tyler had shut down the individual trading accounts he previously used. They had served their purpose. Now, he was operating like a miniature sovereign entity.
But more important than the accounts—more critical than the profits—was sothing else Tyler had finally managed to pull off during that period.
He had convinced David to work for him.
It hadn’t been easy.
Tyler still rembered the conversation vividly. David had stared at him like he was crazy when he first brought it up.
"Work for you?" David had asked, his voice calm but tight. "You want —an adult—to take orders from a sixteen-year-old?"
Tyler didn’t flinch. "Yes."
David shook his head, letting out a low, disbelieving laugh.
"You’re smart, Tyler. No doubt. But this... this is unavailable. I’m sorry but I can’t do that."
That was the surface reason—the one he voiced.
But underneath, David’s mind was running wild.
He liked the kid. Respected him, even. But there was sothing unsettling about him too.
What Tyler had been doing for the past one month, moving money like a fund manager. Talking about LLCs and accounts like it was second nature. And keeping secrets without blinking.
And most disturbing of all—he never acted like a kid.
That made David uneasy.
Yes, he has his pride but he wasn’t just scared of working for a teenager. He knew that the world was a big place and that there are lots of things even more absurd than working for a kid.
But he was scared of getting involved in sothing he didn’t fully understand.
He had worked for few years in a financial institution and he had seen a lot of things. Fake promises, worthless hypes, and unrealistic ambitions before.
But Tyler? He wasn’t promising anything. Things were different for him.
Yes, he could see the ambition in his eyes; even though he’s trying his best to hide it. He could see the burning determination in his eyes. He can see a type of hunger and fire that can never be put out.
And that made him dangerous.
Tyler had naturally sensed David’s hesitation. And so after making his offer, he left him alone and for days, he didn’t push. But when the right mont ca, he made his move.
He offered David $30,000 monthly, with room for bonuses and incentives.
David had imdiately gone quiet after hearing the offer. He was very shocked to say the list.
He rembered that it had only been a few days ago since he opened the trading accounts for Tyler. He was very curious to know where he was getting his money from.
But he thought about it then again. Tyler had always had a way to easily make money. So he might be serious. But, still....
"Thirty thousand?" he asked slowly, as if trying to make sure he heard right.
"Yeah. Every month," Tyler said.
"And where exactly is that money coming from?"
Tyler leaned back and smiled.
"That’s part of why I had you create the LLCs."
Then he explained his cover plan.
He told David he wanted to launch an NGO in Gumua, a small, unstable country in southern Africa.
The official reason: humanitarian outreach. Real reason: Tyler didn’t say but we all already have an idea.
The ntion of Gumua made David frown.
He knew the country well. Or at least, enough to know what kind of chaos Tyler was getting himself into.
Gumua was currently gripped by political instability, tribal factionalism, extre poverty, and foreign debt dependency. The governnt was barely functioning—kept alive only by aid from the UN and a few strategic mineral exports.
Its national banking system was archaic. Its surveillance laws were non-existent. Corruption ran deep—military, telecoms, education, dia—all compromised.
And Tyler wanted to go there?
David gave him a look.
"Why Gumua?"
Tyler simply shook his head.
David wanted to push. But sothing in the kid’s eyes stopped him. It was like talking to soone who already knew the next ten steps and just needed you to make your move.
He sighed. "This is insane."
"But can you do it?"
David stared at him for a long ti, then looked at the floor.
The salary was too good to pass off. His own situation was still unstable due to him currently being unemployed.
He couldn’t help but inwardly curse his forr boss who fired him to saying the truth.
As for Tyler’s offer? The truth was that deep down, he was curious. He wanted to see how far Tyler could really go.
"...Fine. I’ll do it," he muttered.
Tyler smiled and passed him an envelope.
"Access credentials for one of the LLC accounts. It’s got more than enough to get started."
David raised an eyebrow. "Get started with what?"
Tyler stood up, shouldering his bag.
"Set up the NGO. Make it real. Make it respected. Establish a reputation. And then..."
He leaned in slightly, voice dropping to a near whisper.
"Do what an NGO does—but behind the curtain? Infiltrate. Gain control. Find the people in power. The families that matter. And take them."
David blinked. "What?"
But Tyler was already walking away.
"There’s $5,000 in the envelope. Consider it compensation for everything you have done for so far. Also, there should be $3.5M in the bank account belonging of the LLC you will be taking over. Use the funds however you need. Do whatever it takes."
And then he was gone—out of the café, just like that.
David sat there in silence, the weight of Tyler’s words slowly sinking in. The envelope in his hand felt heavier than it should have.
He looked down at it. Then up at the empty doorway.
And for the first ti in a long while, he realized sothing.
He wasn’t just helping a smart kid anymore.
He was now part of sothing he couldn’t walk away from. The very thing he feared.
A web had been spun—and he was already inside it. And there’s no escaping it for him.
How does he escape? Should he refuse Tyler’s offer and continue living in his current situation? Or should he do ahead with such a dangerous task?
David was very conflicted with himself. He touched the envelope, containing the necessary docunts of one of the LCCs and sighed.
He was now in control of $3.5M. This was way more that he could he had ever hope to make in his life.
"The greater the risk, greater the reward," David muttered to himself, sighing.
He looked out the cafe and smiled to himself. He knew that his life was about to change. And he hopes it’s for the better.
....
Imdiately after leaving the cafe, Tyler flagged a taxi and gave him the address of the real estate agent off where his mom was already waiting for him.
It was ti to buy a house.
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