A sleek black Rolls-Royce Phantom limo pulled up outside the school gates, its polished chro reflecting the pale midday sun like a damn mirror. The car didn't just stop—it glided to a halt, silent and commanding. Heads turned, but only briefly. This was a rich-kid school, after all. Fancy cars were basically part of the landscape.
Still, the Rolls had a different energy, like it belonged to soone important.
The door opened with a muted click, and a sharply dressed chauffeur stepped out. Tall, grey suit crisp as hell, gloves perfectly white. He adjusted his cufflinks like so Bond movie extra before giving a deep, practiced bow and gesturing towards the open door.
From the back, a girl stepped out. But her smile... Calculated perfection. Like she'd been waiting for this mont. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, sleek and flawless, not a single strand out of place. She wore a designer uniform that sohow looked even more expensive than the already over-the-top school standard.
Her eyes scanned the campus, and that smile sharpened. Finally. She was here.
The butler—no, bodyguard?—fell into step behind her, keeping close as she made her way inside, heels clicking faintly on the marble floors. The students she passed barely reacted. Yeah, they noticed. But this was prestige school. Everyone here was either rich or pretending to be. Who cared about so new girl in a Rolls?
Only, that they knew how rich she was.
She kept walking, graceful but with a hint of steel, straight to the principal's office. No hesitation. The door closed behind her, leaving whispers trailing in her wake.
****
Back in the library, Parker had his laptop open, legs crossed casually under the table while Naomi sat beside him, scrolling through her own phone. She was free the whole afternoon, and neither of them seed in a rush to go anywhere.
He wasn't just chilling, though. Parker was working.
While Cleopatra and Maya had been trying to roast each other earlier, he'd been texting Cassidy. She'd ntioned a critical gap in his empire—sothing he hadn't even thought about yet. A website.
Not so basic social website either. A whole-ass empire managent platform, for controlling his rapidly expanding wealth and influence. He didn't ask too many questions, just agreed after Cassidy threw him the specs.
He'd just started coding when—ding.
A notification? Weird. His laptop didn't just ping unless it was important. Frowning, he clicked it open sure it was safe as his laptop was so damn armoured. It had all weaponry and defensive softwares.
As he clicked... A website? So... agency? The logo looked familiar, but it wasn't until he scanned the headline that it hit him.
BREAKING: Influencer Managent Giant on Verge of Collapse!
Parker blinked. "Oh. Oh."
The sa damn entertainnt agency he'd hacked weeks ago—the one he used to hire influencers for that insane party under Robert Blackwood's na. He'd left traces on purpose, subtle but noticeable enough to make it look like the company had was involved, so much that they couldn't deny when investigations ca. Guess that ss was finally catching up to them.
He leaned back, smirking, when suddenly—
[Ding! Ultimate Choice function activated.]
Parker narrowed his eyes. The screen flashed as three glowing options unfolded.
[Option 1: Let the agency crumble while you watch in amusent. Not your business. Unfazed.
Reward: Mid-tier entertainnt industry knowledge.
Option 2: Buy the agency now at its lowest point and use it to build an entertainnt empire!
Reward: New office building in Hollywood Top-tier entertainnt industry manual.
Option 3: Close the notification and don't be bothered.
Reward: A mansion and a high-end motorcycle.]
Parker stared for half a second before snorting. Bruh.
Option 1? What use was mid-tier knowledge when there's sothing even better?
Option 3? A mansion and a motorbike? Cute. He could buy that crap anyti.
But Option 2? Now that was a fucking power move. Not only would he get top-tier industry insights—he'd get a whole-ass Hollywood office. Yeah. That was the one.
[Ding! New office building ownership paperwork and manual added to inventory!]
Parker's smirk widened. Hollywood ain't ready.
Without a word, he pulled out his phone and texted Cassidy.
Parker: Look into acquiring NovaCast Entertainnt. Send a full report tonight. Also you will prep the Hollywood office I will send details later.
Cassidy: Understood. I'll handle it.
"What's got you grinning like a psycho. You're scaring boss?" Naomi asked, finally looking up from her phone.
"Just business," he muttered, shutting the laptop with a click.
Hollywood? He was just getting started.
And honestly? The entertainnt industry had always been on his mind.
Parker had daydread about starting his own agency after high school—building sothing massive, untouchable, where stars were made, not just discovered. Yet here it was, practically handed to him on a silver platter, like the universe—or maybe the system—was tuned to his ambitions.
It wasn't just luck. It felt... personal, like the system was wired to shape his empire exactly how he wanted it.
Parker sat back in the library chair, his face carefully neutral as Naomi scrolled through her phone across from him, tapping away like she was in her own world. Typical. She was chill like that—always giving space when he needed it.
Good. Because right now, he needed to be discreet.
****
The black manual had already materialized inside his inventory. He couldn't exactly pull it out in the middle of the library like so ancient spellbook, not with Naomi right there.
'System, let pull it through the bag.'
He unzipped the side pocket, moving slow, making it seem like he was just searching for a notebook or whatever. His fingers brushed the smooth leather, and he slid the manual out with barely a whisper of sound.
No flashy glows. No weird symbols. Just a sleek black cover. Innocent.
Naomi didn't even blink.
Parker cracked the manual open, just enough for his eyes to catch the faint shimr of system data embedded in the pages like so rune language. No way was he reading all this old-school, he wouldn't keep up.
"Scan and store?"
[Possible, host!]
The system obeyed instantly. His laptop screen flickered as the data stread in—pages of dense strategies and technical breakdowns converting into pure code, flooding into his hard drive.
****
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