Peyton Baker was at the end of her rope. Her boss was pushing her to do more and get better with her craft so as to revive her dying career. But what her boss was asking from her this time was way out of her league. A universe away from her grasp. A very impossible project. A life threatening task. OK, maybe the last one was an exaggeration but in all seriousness, she's afraid she couldn't make it. 

She turned to her friend for both consultation and help but didn't expect to get a freaky and an equally impossible solution. She tried it out though. But as expected, it didn't go well. Until her friend thought of a very good idea, the one she's queasy about. Though she found it appealing and tempting yet so very suspicious, too. Her friend believed it'd be a success. Peyton's boss would again commend her for another job well done. There's just one problem though. Her heart would be at stake. Would she do it? Would a broken heart be worth her career?

It’s my first time to write a novel and I am really thankful to Webnovel for providing an platform and thanks to all the viewers for viewing my story and I am very happy ? thank you so much.

Today, Old Master Lu was very happy. It could be said that all his gloominess from before had been swept away. Initially, he had been terrified to have taken on such a horrible form. Although he had told everyone he was an ice-cream, he had known exactly what sort of creature he looked like in his heart.
Everyone in the surroundings had been mocking him, telling him to evolve into a pile of shit...or simply a bag of fertilizer.
Truthfully speaking, in this game that didn't allow one to delete their accounts regardless of what they evolved into, he wasn't able to accept it!
After spending his time in agony for two days, he finally gathered the courage and went to ask the instructor as to what he would evolve into. In the end, when he moved nearer to the instructor, the overlord next to her already pointed at him and cried out in alarm, "Feathers, a ball of feathers!"
At that moment, his heart turned cold!
But in the end, the instructor's next sentence was that he was a phoenix seed. Upon hearing that, he suddenly felt joy as though he just struck the lottery!
Until now, he was still feeling dizzy.
(I am an awesome phoenix?)
(Wahahaha, as expected...the heavens help those who help themselves!)
(Didn't I say that I've been attracting online traffic every day with my posts for the game. Even if I didn't get any credit for it, I did still work hard, right? How can the game bear to let me evolve into shit?)
He, who was still lost in excitement and happiness, suddenly received an email from the official game station.
"Dear player [My ancestor Old Master Lu didn't Cheat]. Hello, firstly, the game's backstage staff want to thank you for your selfless promotion of the game. Through the discussion of the work team, in order to thank you for your support, we gave you a special reward, granting you the bloodline of a hidden job. You should have already received it in game. But yesterday, the game's A.I. reported that all the elf players displayed immense dissatisfaction toward you possessing a hidden job. Hence, we hope that you could write another article regarding the strategy guide about the benefits of ordinary elf jobs to placate them. As for the information needed, we have already sent it to your email. In the future, the work team will give you remuneration according to the effects of your guide. We also hope that you can continue to support our game. Thank you!"
Signing off: Xiye Game Studio, sincerely wishing you well.
After receiving the email, Old Master Lu was stunned for some time. He then shouted in excitement, "As expected!!"
After that, he read through the content of the email many times, tears flowing down his face. As expected, his hard work wasn't wasted. The game studio truly had a conscience. His ancestor must be blessing him, allowing him to acquire a hidden job.
When he thought of this, he hurriedly replied to the email.
"Hello to every boss in the gaming studio. Firstly, I am really very honored to be able to receive the recognition of the official game station. Being able to write for such a wonderful game product, it's really my, Lu Xiaowei's, glory to be able to do so. The humble me appreciates and admires the efforts of the work team very much. Such an era-crossing game yet still choosing to treat the players so well. In addition, there are no moods to purchase anything in-game at all, resulting in the loss of a source of income for the gaming studio. I'm really very impressed by the work team's far-sighted strategy and will definitely do my very best to promote the game. I'll give all my meager strength to do so, and there's no need for your side to mention anything about remuneration. Lastly, I'm very thankful for the work team to grant me a hidden job. I wholeheartedly wish for [Star Ocean] to be popular, becoming a wondrous divine work that would never die off!"
Old Master Lu glanced at the email he wrote. After looking through a few times, he then carefully hit the reply button. He didn't expect his actions to be able to gain the notice of the official game station. This was truly a huge surprise. The excited him hurriedly tactfully declined the mention of remuneration.
He didn't care about this bit of remuneration. The cafes of his Lu Clan were extremely prosperous back in the time of his ancestor. Although the business had declined a lot when it came to his generation, he still wasn't thinking much for this bit of remuneration. Comparatively, he regarded the business value of this game much more highly.
Right now, the game showed no signs of earning any income by creating an in-game store. Since this was the case, this meant it was most probably planning to go for the gift card system, a one-time fee or a monthly fee system!
What did this represent?
This represented a huge business opportunity for the players.
As for charging a fee for in-game items, those p2w players wouldn't mind mindlessly throwing money at the game station. But then the space where top-quality players could perform would become very limited. If the balance of the in-game store was not that good, there was basically no space for normal players to perform. But if this game adopted the game style of [Titan], which implemented a one-time fee, things would be different!
Everyone would be on the same starting line. In that case, players who had spent a large amount of time and energy would have the advantage. This would also be fair as top-quality players had an even larger space to perform!
Originally, he felt that he no longer had an opportunity to make his ancestor's former glory to re-appear as he missed the starting phase of [Titan]. Yet, he didn't expect that he would encounter another divine work like [Star Ocean] in his robust years, and he even received such preferential treatment. This time around, if he couldn't succeed, he would truly have wasted the bloodline of his clan!
After all, his ancestor was a man who could go head-to-head with the number one mid-laner, FAKER, of the league of legends back then and boasted of a 50% win-rate against him. So, as his descendant, how could Old Master Lu's talent be weak?
When he thought of this, Old Master Lu grew increasingly emotional. He drew in a deep breath and opened up the information that the official game station had sent to him. He was preparing to use the information and write a good article. Maybe, they would then give him some good items in-game to reward him. This was a rare-to-come by backdoor chance; hence, he had to do this well.
Moreover, his hidden job was truly too ostentatious. Humans wouldn't worry about scarcity but uneven distribution. This hidden job of his would easily arouse jealousy in others. By writing this article well, he could lower the risks for himself.
Hence, he concentrated and read through the information. This read actually caused him to tremble. The system of this game was not ordinarily huge. If it wasn't because the game's performance in the early phase was so good, he even doubted if the game system could sustain balance when so many complex jobs were introduced. Just the elf race alone had so many jobs. There was even a note in the email saying that there would be even more races to choose from for new players in the future!
The more he thought about it, the higher the anticipation he felt in his heart for the game's later phase!
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On the other hand, Xiye felt a little ashamed when he saw Old Master Lu's reply which stated that he didn't want any remuneration. Using his subject's natural talent like this while giving him nothing, even scamming him that his evolution into a phoenix seed was something given by the 'game', was this idea a little too dirty?
Could he really be a black-hearted overlord?
(Mn...This is just a makeshift stratagem due to my temporarily poor finances. In the future, when this overlord struck it rich, I will definitely treat these honest and simple indigenous players kindly.)
"Ding! Hello, respected Overlord Xiye. The few high-grade jobseekers you booked have already confirmed their interview timings. Do you want to meet with them?"
This voice caused Xiye who was thinking of other things to awaken from his stupor. After that, he collected his thoughts. This should be the reply sent to him by the talent network. He hurriedly opened up the email.
He read through the content. It basically stated that the recommended high-grade instructors were willing to meet him for an interview. Xiye felt his heart shake with excitement when he saw this. He stood up and rubbed his hands. He then instructed the A.I. to help him monitor the elves' evolution. He then prepared himself and headed out for a long journey.
As long as all of these things were settled, his first batch of basic combat force would appear and his large-scale expansion plan could finally be started!


Player: I'm a worker whose monthly salary doesn’t even hit $5,000. My monthly rental already takes up half of my salary, I don’t have a girlfriend and is reprimanded by my superior every day. However, I feel very happy because there has been a new virtual game recently. In the game, I have a powerful bloodline. Not only do I have my own fleet, I even have a powerful overlord that granted me a colonized planet. Although I know this is fake, but inside there, I found the meaning of my life!
Actually...the overlord who gave him the planet really wanted to tell him that this game wasn’t fake. (You really have your own fleet and colonized planet…) but the overlord knew that he couldn’t say this. Because, once he said it, these subjects who thought of themselves as ‘players’, would definitely not be as terrifyingly hardworking as now!!


Lu Xiangdong was almost choked by the porridge. He raised his head and glared at him. "It just so happens that you have nothing to do now. Help me take that coat to the dry cleaner to wash it before sending it back. I need to wear it in the afternoon. "
The assistant's face was Ashen. If he had known earlier, he would not have brought up this matter.
"President, this is the company's recent operating situation. I have sent all the information to your email. " He placed one of the information on Lu Xiangdong's desk and stacked the other information on top of it "President, this is your schedule for today. "
Lu Xiangdong pinched his temples with his fingers. He wanted to take advantage of this period of time to adjust himself, but there were a lot of things waiting for him to deal with in the company.
After punching her work card early in the morning, Su Mianmian sat down in front of her desk and began to organize the information for today.
"Sister Su, do you want coffee? " A colleague suddenly walked over and asked her.
"I'd like a cup, thank you, " Su Mianmian said without raising her head, busy with her work.
Her colleague poured her a cup of mocha coffee and placed one hand on her desk, smiling brightly.
Su Mianmian instantly realized that the other party must have something to ask for before taking the initiative to pour the coffee for her. She took a sip of the coffee, put down the Cup, and asked, "is something the matter? "
"Sister Su, it's like this... " the other party pulled a chair over and told her where she was going in the afternoon. Then, she asked Su Mianmian to run an interview for her.
She looked at the other party and asked her to run an interview for her. She went to see her boyfriend, but she had never met someone who was so careless with his work.
"write down the time and place for me. After I finish my work, I should be able to make a trip for you. " Su Mianmian really didn't want to ruin the man's mood.
The colleague bent down and hugged her tightly. Then, he put his hands together and said with a smile, "sister Su, thank you. "
Su Mianmian shook her head. When she was young, she had never been in a relationship with a man. She felt that she couldn't keep up with the Times. She felt that young people nowadays did things as they pleased.
At four o'clock in the afternoon.
Su Mianmian, who had finished everything, was ready to go to a cafeteria called big to interview a man named Oscar.
Her colleague and Leader's son, Wang Yaoxing, stood in front of the elevator with her and waited for the elevator. He looked down at her and smiled. "You got off work so early? "
She politely responded to him, "No, I was just going out to do an interview. You... "
"Deputy Manager Wang is waiting for me downstairs. We are going to attend a banquet. " He habitually called his father the deputy manager, which made it clear that he was separating business from personal.
Su Mianmian nodded and then pointed to the elevator that came down. "The elevator is here. Go in. "
He entered the elevator with her and exited the elevator together. Finally, they walked out of the office.
She was in a hurry and politely said to him, "take care. I'm in a hurry. I'll be leaving first. "
He stopped her and pointed at the car that he had parked by the side of the road. "Miss Su, do you mind if I send you there? "
Su Mianmian didn't think this was a good idea After all, they were only colleagues. If they took his car, it would definitely arouse the suspicion of others. Besides, she had a car, but it didn't come today. It was sent for maintenance.
After thinking for a while, she was ready to find a less awkward reason to reject him.
A Land Rover suddenly appeared in front of her and Wang Yaoxing. The window was lowered, and a handsome face turned to Su Mianmian and said, "you're off work, right? Get in the car. "
Su Mianmian's face turned pale. She was stunned on the spot and didn't know how to react. Wang Yaoxing, who was next to her, asked curiously, "this is... "
Lu Xiangdong opened the car door and got out. He walked to the man and took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to him.
Su Mianmian saw that Wang Yaoxing was going to take the business card. Her reflexes made her want to tear the business card, but Wang Yaoxing was faster than her. He took the business card and took a glance at it. His face instantly froze.
"Lu... Xiangdong. " Wang Yaoxing was stunned by the three words. He didn't expect the president of NEPC international airlines to appear here. He quickly reached out a hand and smiled at Lu Xiangdong. "Hello, President Lu. "
Lu Xiangdong only glanced at him slightly. His hands were crossed in front of his chest. He looked very cold.
Su Mianmian couldn't help but roll her eyes when she saw her colleague's hand was awkwardly raised in the air. What was this man trying to do And what was he trying to do here!
"Wang Yaoxing, didn't you say that you were going to attend the banquet? It's getting late. You should hurry over. "
Wang Yaoxing withdrew his hand resentfully and nodded at Lu Xiangdong. Then, he said to Su Mianmian, "Miss Su, I'll leave first. Be careful. "
Su Mianmian smiled and said, "okay, take care. "
Lu Xiangdong went forward and grabbed her arm, pulling her into the car.
Su Mianmian put one hand on the car door and her high heels were on the tires. She glared at him and said, "let go! "
"Su Mianmian, how can you join a small company like this? " He did not let go. He pressed her against the car door and put one hand on the car door. He used his tall body to trap her tightly.
"What does this have to do with you? President Lu, you have a lot of things to do every day. You probably don't have time to care about my private life, right? " She pushed his chest with all her might, not letting him get closer.
"You're wrong. You're my wife. I don't care about you. Who else can I care about? " Lu Xiangdong pulled her into his arms with all his strength. One of his hands was wrapped around her small waist. He lowered his head, trying to recall the past. Her eyelashes fluttered slightly. Her heart-shaped honey-colored Pink Lips actually made him feel thirsty. His head drooped lower and lower, and his lips got closer and closer to hers. He was about to kiss her, but she pushed him away forcefully.
This feeling was too familiar and flirtatious. Su Mianmian couldn't bear it.
She bit the corner of her mouth and turned to run.
Lu Xiangdong knocked on the car door in frustration.
After running away from him, Su Mianmian's heart had been in a state of panic. Even when she pushed the door open and entered the Beagle cafeteria, her heart had never calmed down.
The man named Oscar hadn't arrived yet. She ordered a drink for herself and took out her phone from her bag to check the time.
Just as she was about to lose her patience, the restaurant's door was pushed open and a man in a suit walked over to where she was sitting.
"sorry, I'm late! " The man elegantly sat down opposite her. He crossed his hands on the table, crossed his long legs, and gave her a charming smile.
Su Mianmian adjusted her emotions, took out a pen and a notebook, and said generously, "it's okay. Can I interview you now? "
The man nodded.
She took out a notebook and started to ask questions according to the questions written by her colleague.
"Mr. Oscar, May I ask where you met your first love for the first time? "
He thought for a moment and smiled. "At the cinema. "
"When did you break up with your first love? " Su Mianmian looked up at him and realized that his expression had changed. This colleague of his was really too much. Why did he keep asking about his first love? She was really too embarrassed now.
"Can we change the topic? If You keep asking me about my first love, I don't think I can accept this interview. " He made an emotional gesture of rejection.
Su Mianmian quickly changed the topic and asked, "Mr. Oscar, you're already a popular singer now, and you have so many fans who like you. This is the dream of many singers. Are You satisfied with your current life? "
He shook his head. "I want more than that. Besides singing, my hobby is to make drinks. I hope to be a professional bartender one day in the future. "
She was in an uproar. She didn't expect him to have such a hobby. She closed her mouth and smiled "Mr. Oscar, if you have a dream, there is hope. I hope you can realize your wish soon. That's all for today's interview. Thank you for taking such a precious time out of your busy schedule to accept this interview. "
He stood up gentlemanly and shook her hand. Before he left, he did not forget to praise her. "Miss Lin, you are more beautiful than I imagined. This is a tip for you. "
A tip Miss Lin He must have mistaken her for a colleague. In fact, she was just a replacement, but why did he tip her.
And what did he mean by grabbing her hand and refusing to let go.
"Mr. Oscar, you... " she pulled her hand back forcefully and looked at him with a strange expression. Could it be a change in attitude. Attitude?
"Miss Lin, I... " He suddenly became restless, as if he had been possessed by something. Just a moment ago, he was elegant like a human, but now, he suddenly became a beast. A beast.
Su Mianmian's first reaction was that this man was not right. She subconsciously picked up her bag and prepared to leave.
He grabbed her arm and kept touching her hands. He gulped and said, "how much is a night? "
Her face instantly turned red. Regardless of the consequences, she directly smashed the bag in her hand at his face.
"CRAZY! Let go! "
Oscar hugged his face in pain and grabbed her bag from behind, not letting her leave.
In a moment of desperation, Su Mianmian stepped on his stomach. When she saw him fall, she only thought of running.
But she forgot that this was a restaurant, and Oscar was a celebrity. Everywhere he went, there would be reporters following him. A few reporters surrounded her, and microphones and cameras kept squeezing in front of her.
"Miss, May I ask why you beat up Oscar? "
"Miss, can you explain your relationship? "
Su Mianmian used her bag to cover her face and desperately explained, "make way, I have nothing to do with him. "

[ new article: Rich Family's wedding pet, young master Liang's baby sweet wife ]
He was the youngest captain on an international flight route. He was calm, wise, and handsome
Under the bed, his messy clothes were scattered all over the ground.
"GET LOST! " She kicked him.
"Baby, didn't you say you were hungry? I was just obeying your wishes... " he smiled evilly and grabbed the little foot that was flying towards him.
She was so angry that she was speechless, but his eyes were full of love.
* * * 
He was the youngest and most handsome captain. At the same time, he was also the beloved son of the Chairman of NEPC International Airlines. With his own abilities, he was promoted from a flight attendant to a captain. He was only thirty years old.
She was a flight attendant on the Far Eastern Airlines.
They hid the fact that they were married and lived a life of collusion.
* * * * 
The flight attendants were all afraid of him. Those who did not know the truth even asked her to fly with him.
"I'm not going... " she refused desperately.
That colleague looked at her pitifully. "Why? Are you not going to help me? "
"You're married, and I'm not. WHO'S SAFER? " She said shamelessly, going against her conscience. After saying that, she regretted it.
"If you're not married, then you'll lie on the same bed with me every night. Are you a mistress? "
That night, she was chased out of the bedroom and slept on the sofa for the whole night.
If I love you, I won't be like a climbing kaleidoscope, using your tall branches to show off.

The day started just the same as any other for Theodora Watson. She rose from the bed as soon as the sun had risen thanks to her trusty alarm. Before she could get dressed she rushed to the bathroom and thoroughly brushed her teeth before and washed her face smooth. And once she finished she rubbed her moisturizer over her bare brown skin that always seemed to glisten under the natural night that beamed through the window. 

As she finally made her way to the walk-in closet, her phone had rung and she didn't hesitate to answer.

"This is Theo." She spoke before placing it on the speaker and continuing her habitual process.

"Hey, it's your favorite assistant." A cheery voice said over the line.

"Good morning, Rach. Something wrong?"

"No, just a sudden change to your schedule. Boss said it's urgent that you see her immediately upon arrival. Is there anything you'd like me to do before you get here?"

"Shit." She muttered to herself whilst buttoning up her plain white top.

"Uh, can you organize my schedule accordingly? I was supposed to be interviewing someone and it's probably good that it's been pushed back. I haven't had the chance to fully research the person anyways. Remind me who it is?"

"Renatta Gilbert. She's a renowned humanitarian who's proposed a way to help spread awareness on climate change and a long list of global issues. They're already calling her the next Mother Teresa so I'd suggest nailing this. I see she's also a vegan so I made a reservation at a nearby vegan-friendly restaurant for two as a way of apologizing for the delay. Anything else?" Rachel quickly responded.

"I love you and I don't know what I would do without you. See you in a bit."

"Peace."

As soon as she ended the call she hurriedly squeezed herself into her pencil skirt and tucked the top in. Once she was straightened out, she tossed on a blazer and stepped into a sleek pair of heels. 

She then combed her honey brown waves over her shoulder and after applying a thin layer of lip balm under a nude brown lip she was ready to go. On her way out she grabbed her bag by the door and hurried to her car that sat outside her quiet home.

And as she started her way to work her phone had rung yet again. Without looking she hooked it up to the speaker and carried on.

"This is Theo."

"And this is Alex. Is that seriously your greeting?" Her best friend giggled over the line.

"Shut up. It's supposed to be professional."

"Are you trying to convince me or you?"

"Did you call just to mock me or is this conversation actually going to go somewhere?"

"I called to invite you out for some fun, we can hang out like old times."

"You mean like last night? We were out so late that I forgot to get my shit together for work. I'm never going to allow you to seduce me like that any longer." 

"What if I told you it was a cooking class specializing in baking a molten lava cake tonight?" Alex hummed.

"I'll think about it. No promises." She relented.

"Good enough for me. See ya, babe."

After hanging up the phone she sped to her place of work and for once arrived earlier than usual. She then parked near the entrance and hurried inside to greet the perky receptionist on the first floor. Her head popped up once she heard footsteps and smiled at the sight of Theo.

"Good morning, Ms. Watson. In a rush?" 

She was, but Theo knew by now that it was always wise to see what the eyes and ears of the company had to say. 

"As always, Lisa. Have any idea what I'm walking into?" She asked the usually gossipy girl.

"Well you didn't hear it from me but we are supposedly expecting a huge guest within the next few days."

"How huge are we talking?" Theo replied.

Lisa quickly leaned forward in her seat as she prepared to spill all the juicy details. No one ever asked how the girl knew so much, but they were grateful for the useful information. It seemed she had a talent for being invisible and hearing things no one had even a hint of.

"So huge that we haven't even got a name. The visitor is high profile and can't risk  their whereabouts being known by the general public so their identity is top secret." 

"Nothing's too top secret for you though, is it?" Theo smirked.

"You bet your ass it isn't. So after some poking around, while I don't have a name, I do know it's a celebrity so private that only a select number of people actually know who it is. But somehow we managed to secure a once in a lifetime interview that will launch this company into the spotlight. Not that Elite needs it, but it will be huge!"

"Good to know. I owe you one, Lis."

"It's no surprise that you're gonna be in on it as you're one of the best writers this city's ever seen. I want the information. What good is the office gossiper if they're lacking the best details?"

"I'll see what I can do. Thanks, girl."

"No problem. Have a good day!" She returned with a smile.

--

"You needed to see me?" Theo said upon entering the office.

Joan Vance, editor-in-chief of Elite magazine wasn't a social person. She was never one to waste time with a quick chat, not when there was work to be done. So for her to request to have a chat just out of the blue it had to be serious. The silver-haired woman wasn't known to ever hold her tongue and her honesty was one of the main reasons Theo worked so hard to work under her.

"Please, have a seat. I have a rare opportunity in my hands and I want to make sure it gets taken care of by the right person." She got right down to it.

"And that person is me." 

Theo placed herself in the seat before her grand desk while hearing the surprising news.

"Without question. I've managed to secure a first time interview with one of the most fascinating men this world has ever known. You've heard of the Ross brothers?"

"The forefronts of biochemistry? They're easily the most sought after men in the country."

"Precisely. But they're no mere men. And all but one of them have been open about their life and goals. The very ruler of the seas, Poseidon. Finally, he's reached out to us for an exclusive piece on him. And of course, I've selected you for the job."

"I'm honored, but why us? Did he say why he chose us in particular?" 

"I didn't ask. You don't look a gift horse in the mouth." 

"My apologies then."

"None necessary. You do understand this has to be good, right? Don't mess up this rare opportunity. You're an excellent writer. Your honesty is what people love to see. It's raw, blunt, and influential. And for once it can take a load off."

"So you want me to write a puff piece for Poseidon. That's not like you or me."

"Just this once. It wouldn't hurt. Trust me, sometimes it's tough but we have to bend every now and then." Joan simply shrugged.

"I can't be dishonest with my readers. We have a chance to show the world who this man is. He knew that when he agreed to this. This is what the readers want. Isn't that important?" She argued.

For all she knew, the man could be a monster in the making or worse, an egotistical maniac who thought himself above everyone else because of his power.

"There won't be any readers if this goes wrong. We have a rare opportunity here, okay? This will be historic and I want us to be a part of that. Come on, Theo. I need you on this."

"Choose someone else. I'm sure many of my peers can do just as good. What good is my credibility if I compromise over one man?"

God, she internally corrected herself.

"That's a lie and you know it. Do it for me, okay? If it fails, it's my ass on the line here. It wouldn't kill you to be nice for once."

"Only on the inside."

"Quit being dramatic," Joan laughed, "He'll be here first thing tomorrow morning which gives you the chance to make a good first impression. After that, you are to shadow him for a while just to get a feel for the type of guy he is in his natural habitat."

"I thought this was just a simple interview. You didn't say I had to basically tag along with the guy!"

"It's not for long. I'm sure he'll want to get it over with as much as you do. It shouldn't take any longer than a week. We need this, Theo."

"Fine. But I want a bonus after this."

"You make it good and you can have anything you want."

"I'll hold you to that, Joan."

"You have my word.  What's on your agenda now?"

"Renatta Gilbert in five."

"Good. You have the rest of the day to yourself to prepare for Mr. Ross. See you first thing tomorrow morning."

"See ya."

The first thing she did once leaving her office was a quick pit stop back to the ever impatient Lisa who seemed to be awaiting her arrival.

"I have a favor to ask. But this remains confidential. Can you do that for me?"

"I am a walking gossip magazine. How the hell can I manage that?"

"Just do this one thing for me. Besides, I supply you with ninety percent of your info."

"That is true. What can I do for you?"

"Get me everything you know on Poseidon."

"Well, first of all, no one calls him Poseidon anymore. He is Ryan Ross."

"Good to know."

"Why him?"

"I'm curious. Seems like our mystery guest is a fan. I just want to get a good idea of who he is so I can better understand the subject."

"And the subject is..?" She asked with a growing smile.

Theo hated to let her down, but she couldn't risk being the reason the entire world knew of his identity. At least not so soon. 

"They shall remain confidential for now," Theo replied knowing very well she would be able to connect the dots.

But for now, all that mattered is that she kept it between the two of them for the time being.

"That's not fair. This job is boring without knowing all the good secrets." She all but whined.

"You'll be one of the first to know, I promise. Email me everything you can before the day is over, okay?"

"I'm on it. Have fun!" 

And that was the last she heard before speeding off to greet yet another important client.

--

Renatta Gilbert could only be described as a woman of few words. It was the main reason the world wanted to know more about what went on in her head. She would give a few speeches a year, head off on a charitable excursion, and then it was as if she never even existed. She'd then fall off the face of the earth doing do god knows what and hopefully, Theo could get just a peek inside her seemingly perfect life. The subject had just finished adjusting her stunningly perfect shoulder-length bob of chestnut waves when Theo hurried over to the table.

"So sorry for the delay, Ms. Gilbert. I'm-"

"Theodora Watson, a renowned journalist with a Pulitzer under your belt all under the age of thirty."

Renatta smoothly stretched her hand out and firmly shook Theo's whilst looked her over with an observant eye. 

"In the flesh. But that all pales in comparison to your work. I'm sure you hear it all the time." Theo quickly turned the attention back on the intimidating woman.

"Too much these days. It's like applauding a fish for swimming. Why reward me for doing what every person should strive to do?" Renatta replied.

"Because sadly, there aren't enough people like you. It's your work that inspires others."

"I see. Well, it seems as though you may be right. And I hope you don't mind that I ordered already and I didn't know what you would like."

"No problem. I don't normally eat when I'm in my interview mode."

"Great. Well, I'm a partially open book ready for whatever."

"Okay, let's start small. Late last year you proposed a bill that would enforce a requirement for all American citizens to perform a form of community service for an unspecified number of hours per week. So many have already been up in arms against such an idea. What's your response to that?"

"Well, I can't do anything but ignore the negativity. People are never going to agree on everything so it wasn't unexpected."

"You wouldn't see your idea as an unnecessary push? You can't force people to care."

"Not at all. Society doesn't always know what it needs without a little push and shove. Should it ever be put in place, people will come to see just how good it is when others have to make necessary decisions. It's not a job I asked for, but I'm not afraid to do what needs to be done."

"How do you mean? Would you say this is something chosen for you?"

"Precisely. Everyone has a purpose and I've known all my life what mine was. I will change this world for the better and one day the people will thank me for it." 

And something about the way she said those words shook Theo in a way she couldn't even describe. Never had she heard someone so sure of anything in her life.

"That sounds a bit-"

"Extreme? I know, but I wouldn't have it any other way."

"I see. Well, I think I've heard all I needed to hear for the article. It's been very nice to meet you, Ms. Gilbert."

"Renatta, please. And I feel the same way. You're truly something special Theodora and I hope to hear more from you." Renatta stated with shocking conviction.

"We'll see."

"I should say so. You may have heard but I hold annual galas to raise funds for my charitable foundations and I'd like to invite you to this year's event. It would be a great opportunity for you to rub shoulders with the people in my circle and perhaps see a more personal side of me."

"That's too kind. I wouldn't want to intrude."

"Nonsense. It's just a month away so I'll be sure to add you and a plus one to the list."

"Thank you so much, Renatta." 

"No problem. I'll keep in touch." Renatta said as she finished up her previously untouched meal.

"Of course. Until then."

And what that being said Theo rushed out of the restaurant and looked up to see a surprisingly darkening sky. She'd just made it back to her car when again she received a call from Alex which she quickly answered.

"Hey! The class starts in half an hour and a few of us were gonna meet up for drinks before going. Are you in?"

"I wish. After the day I've had I just feel like relaxing alone to recharge. I am just exhausted. I hope you understand." 

"Better than anyone. I'll save some cake for you. Sounds like you need it and I'm bringing it over for a much-needed sleepover tomorrow whether you like it or not. Understand?" 

And after such an intense interview, she could think of nothing better than a good ole kickback with her best friend. But tonight was all about her, her couch, and a glass of hot chocolate. Meanwhile, she also had to read over anything that would help understand the mysterious Ryan Ross

"Yes. I'd love nothing more. But tonight I just need to be alone."

"Alright, I love you, Theo."

"Love you more. Have fun!"

She checked her phoned one last time to see the email from Lisa had just arrived. And now with the rest of the day in mind, she sped home thinking of her couch the entire drive. 

Once she arrived home, her clothes fell off as soon as she'd made it into the door and she traded the tight wardrobe for an old shirt that fell to her thighs and a pair of knee-high socks that warmed her sore feet. Instead of dropping herself on her couch, she settled into her comfortable bed and laid back with her laptop propped up with Lisa's lengthy email waiting to be read with an image attached. And judging by the image, he was stunning. His piercing blue eyes felt as though they looked straight through her and were probably nothing compared to seeing them right in front of her. Unlike his brothers, he had a head full of sun-stroked blonde hair that he kept combed back, yet they stubbornly fell over into his eyes anyways. In the photo, his lips were pressed in a tight line that Theo felt never did move. And despite the seemingly intimidating stance the photo conveyed, she couldn't help but see a strikingly handsome man past the barriers.

Here you go Theo!, the first line of the email read.

I am undoubtedly the one and only source for every piece of information unknown to man but for the first time in my life, I am stuck with bits and pieces of unreliable information. Ryan Ross is easily one of the most mysterious men to ever walk across the earth. He's one of the most well-known entrepreneurs alive today but it's like he's a ghost. 

All that we know is what he wants us to know which is nothing besides being tight with his brothers and that's it. That is all we've ever gotten from his own lips. But, it seems we're not the first to try to take a dig into his life. I found early reports dating back to the 14th century. While they aren't very reliable and a bit all over the place, they can only describe the three brothers as conquerors who served one man more powerful than each of them combined. 

Somewhere along the way, their leader disappeared and they turned their lives around and decided to contribute their knowledge into fixing our previously unbeatable illnesses and more. I wish I could tell you more. But if I could say one thing, it is this: be very careful. They may no longer be the monsters first introduced to our world but what could he be hiding from the world that he wants to reveal now?

❝ Why me? Of all the women in the world, why choose a normal girl much different from your world? ❞

❝ It's simple. You make me feel human. I've done things, terrible things in my past, yet when I'm with you I no longer feel like the monster I once was. You are my purpose, my better half, and my soulmate. Nothing in this life or the next will ever change that. ❞

❝ They'll come for me now, won't they? ❞

❝ Yes. You are my greatest strength and my biggest weakness. They will rise from every corner of the world to take you away from me. ❞

❝ And what will we do then? ❞

❝ We'll fight. ❞
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in which a man who's known nothing but darkness finds a light that he finds he can't live without

After Sato was finished with his introduction, silence permeated the room. It was only after 3 seconds when Siara started flipping through his job application. Her face frowned as she read through the information provided.

How did this man get past the selection phase of the job site? Shouldn't it have only been available for people who had a degree? Siara questioned.

After a short while, Siara took the paper with Sato's information and placed it to one side. "Well there has been a problem with the job site that we had used. There should only be degree holders here for this interview. I hope you can understand where I am coming from, Mr Sato." Siara spoke first. 

Her words rang in Sato's head loudly, even though she spoke normally. I... I am not valid for this interview? No chance given?

"But..." He was speechless, yet he needed to say something. Even if it would've made not difference. "Please give me a chance to get through this interview, Ms Siara!"

"I am sorry, but this is the requirements that was set by the higher ups. I have no right to question their request." Her words were painful, but were indeed the truth. Why would such a high paying job not require a degree holder? It was definitely an error of the job agency. " Now, I am sorry to say this, but could you kindly leave the room now as we would have to continue with this interview."

The final words crushed all of Sato's hope of having a chance. He felt condemned and his body heavy. He slowly pushed his chair backwards and walked out of the room with his head low. No one looked at his leaving shadow. All but the Major General. He watched the entire process.

Sato walked by the other 10 interviewees outside. They were either sniggering or looking down on him.

"Look at how pathetic this man is. He can't even stay in the room long enough to finish the interview."

"Yeah. He was probably uneducated or something. Isn't he also the one that reached the venue late? It is no wonder that he would be kicked out early."

His heart hurt, but he could not blame anyone. He was the one that was lacking a degree. He was the one that was late. He was not qualified at all. As Sato walk down the business avenue once again, he realised this time he came down this road with an injury on his stomach. It hurt but it did not hurt as much as the rejection he received.

Even on the train back home, he just stared out of the window and did nothing. No thoughts ran through his head, only the fleeting clouds and occasional birds that could be seen flying by. He felt empty. 

By now, the interview that concluded with the 19 interviewees and the conference room had 5 people left. They were the ones that are making the final decision. 

"I personally think that this lady, Myra Wilson is a good candidate. She spoke fluently and with confidence during our questioning. She was the one that shone out of the people in group 2." Colonel John gave his comment.

"Yeah I agree with John on his observation. The other 9 of them were rather mediocre when it came to speaking skills, which is something that is very crucial in the job scope of a PA." Colonel Cyrus agreed with him.

"Alright. We shall let Myra Wilson get through to round 2 of selections." Siara wrote down her name while looking for any form of response from her boss, Gray. He had kept his silence as per usual. Not many people could ever get him to talk, not even his closest colleagues or Personal Assistant. " Now let us look at group 1 then. I personally think the first person that introduced, Holly Windlock is quite good."

"Yes yes. I also thought that that lady Holly had a certain charm. Her smiles and the way she spoke could probably lead weak hearted males astray." Ms May commented while looking at the two Colonels.

"Hey! What are you talking about? I'm not weak hearted ok? However, she was definitely the prettiest candidate out of the 18 females." Colonel John shouted out.

"Hmm. She would be perfect when having to deal with public relations. Well let her through to the second stage, Siara." Colonel Cyrus agreed and Siara wrote down her name.

"General Gray, don't you think that Ms Holly looked really beautiful?" Cyrus asked Gray, to which he only received a glare from him. Cyrus then stood up and bowed slightly to him. "Sorry sir!" 

"Well we need one more candidate. Who do you guys find special or is a suitable candidate?" Siara cleared her throat and got back on topic. This time no one spoke out for the third candidate. Those two were the only ones that really stood out. "If there is no one, then I will just be training and observing two individuals." 

"I have one person in mind." Just then, Gray spoke out. Everyone was shocked at how there was someone that caught the General's eye. Which lady was it? Or could it be that man from group 2?

"Sato Takahashi. Put his name down." With that, Gray left the room first and the other four kept silent in shock. Sato? The young man that was kicked out even before the interview truly started? What was the Major General thinking? 

"Well I guess you should write his name down, Siara. We can't actually go against out Sir's choice." Colonel John broke the silent atmosphere. 

"Yeah. I do not know what my boss is thinking, but I will definitely keep an extra eye on this mysterious young man." Siara noted him down and the meeting concluded. 

At home, Sato was listlessly lying on his bed and staring at the ceiling. What should I do? Work at a construction site to make ends meet ? Go back home to mother and father? 

His best friend, Ming had been trying to call through to him all day, but he had not pick up his phone. He just lied there, unmoving and still. 

At this moment, a different notification sound came through. It was for an email. Sato turned around to pick his phone up to see who is it from. It was from the Central Defence Base. 

Hmphh was this mail coming in to state that he had not gotten in? Sato clicked into the email. His eyes immediately widen into a circular ball.

 "I GOT IN!!!" Sato jumped out of his bed and was extremely ecstatic. He felt like he was brought back from the dead. He immediately called Ming back and told him about the good news he had received. However, Sato did not become complacent as he knew that this was just the beginning of everything.

Sato had to drop out of university as he lacked the funds to continue his education. Due to some unfortunate encounters, his original scholarship funds had disappeared and now he was forced to earn enough to carry on his education journey.

As such, he saw a advertisement ad recruiting a personal assistant in the military. Anyone could be eligible and not only that, the pay was high too. Immediately Sato applies for it, where he soon finds out that it was to be the Personal Assistant for a Major General of the Army of Country Z.

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Opening my emails I found the usual junk that accumulates in my inbox before spotting a feedback email for my story. I opened the email and read away.


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'Hello 'Wang',

I just wanted to send a quick note to say how much I enjoyed your story 'Meeting Bella Swan'. I have read a few stories on Webnovel.com and yours is the first to really captivate me. 

I really liked how the characters got to know each other and interacted together before sleeping together. It appealed to the 'romantic' side of me that even a brief liaison can have a little chemistry and romance, but then again girls like a little romance don't we? ;).

Being a bit of a Twilight fan, I really liked how you portrayed Bella, so down to earth and friendly. It is almost like you know her. Do you know Bella Swan personally? 

Anyway now that I know your writing style I will read some more of your stories and look out for any new ones you write.

Thanks again

Newfangirl.

P.S BTW the sex scenes you wrote were really hot. Let's just say that I enjoyed them - A LOT. Xxx'
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Wow. I had never had an appreciative email like that before. I was so happy that a woman had read my story and liked it. 

I immediately wrote back.


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'Hi Newfangirl,

Thank you for the compliments on my last story. I am always amazed when someone takes time out of their day to write to me about one of my stories. I am really glad you enjoyed it.

I am also pleased that a woman likes my stories. I always write from the male perspective (because that's the only perspective I know!!) and I am glad that my writings can connect with women who may read them.

In answer to your question, no I don't know Bella Swan. I wrote about her as I find her attractive, not only physically, but also her attitude, her bubbly good nature and her wonderful talent as an actor. I only know her from her appearance in 'Twilight Saga' and the interviews she did for the movie. 

I always try to write my stories with a little romance, or at least with the characters having a real connection. I don't know about you, but I always want to have a connection with someone before going further. This must make me a bit of a romantic at heart huh?

This story was a bit of a fill in for me. I was, or actually am, writing another story and I got 'stuck'. I was struggling with it and wanted to clear my head. So I decided to write this story.

I don't know if you would be interested, but would you like to read my new story and let me know what you think of it so far. Please don't feel obligated as you are probably very busy, but if you would like to I can forward it to you to take a look at.

Thank you once again Newfangirl. I look forward to hearing back from you.

Wang (Username - WangShu).

P.S I'm really glad you liked and enjoyed the sex scenes. :)'
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I sent the email off and went about with the rest of my evening. Having a girl email about my stories got my mind racing, wondering what she was like. Of course in my thoughts she was a gorgeous woman, tall, blonde, really sexy. I hadn't had a lot of female attention recently and my mind raced with the possibilities.

Hello readers. My name is Wang. 
This is the story of a Webnovel Author, who participated in a "Writing Contest" which happened to be "A twilight FanFic Writing contest".

Being a big fan of Twilight Saga and the character Bella Swan, the author decides to participate in the contest.

He was not aware that his participation will make his dreams, both good and bad, come true.

He Yucheng's faint smile came from the other side. "since you asked, it proves that you are in a place that you think I can't guess. But now, the time at your place should be 1:00 in the morning. If you were at the hotel or at your own home, you wouldn't have asked such a question. I guess you are at my home. "
Song Beibei sighed dejectedly. "Do you have to be so smart? You still need to use logic to analyze. "
He Yucheng also laughed. His voice was deep, as though it came from his chest. "Beibei, my mother just spoke to me on the phone. "
Song Beibei snorted. "You really think you're so smart. "
Song Beibei held her phone in one hand and the photo frame in the other. She sat down on the chair in front of he Yucheng's desk.
She asked, "how did I find my photo on your bookshelf? "
The other side was silent for a while before saying, "it's the first photo of the two of us. "
Song Beibei giggled and said, "so you already had a crush on me back then. "
He Yucheng did not shy away from saying, "even earlier than that. "
Song Beibei was interested. "when was it earlier? "
He Yucheng thought for a moment. "When I entered the military training in my first year of high school. "
Song Beibei could not remember what kind of interaction she had with he Yucheng during the military training.
Song Beibei smiled. "When did you stop liking him? "
He Yucheng was silent for a few seconds before saying, "probably after I met Mu'an. "
Song Beibei chuckled. "I've already recorded the call. I'll send the message to Mu'an. "
He Yucheng smiled. "Up to you. "
After hanging up, Song Beibei felt calm and clear-headed.
Song Beibei felt lucky to have he yucheng as a friend.
They talked about almost everything and relied on each other.
At first, Song Beibei had some misgivings.
After all, they had an ambiguous relationship when they were young.
However, ever since he Yucheng met Lin Mu'an.
Lin Mu'an was he Yucheng's girlfriend. It was said that the two of them fell in love at first sight.
Lin Mu'an and he Yucheng met because of Song Beibei.
Mu'an graduated from a Foreign Studies University and was proficient in five languages. He was their boss's personal translator.
He flew around with his boss all day and often worked late.
Later, Song Beibei returned to the company late at night after an interview to write a manuscript.
She found Lin Mu'an unconscious in the elevator due to asthma.
Song Beibei immediately sent her to the hospital. Fortunately, she was in time and nothing happened.
However, she had to stay in the hospital for a while.
During that period of time, Song Beibei was doing interviews day and night due to her internship. She didn't have the energy to care about the person she saved.
However, she knew that Lin Mu'an didn't have any relatives or friends in America.
For some reason, Lin Mu'an didn't have a good reputation in the company. Many people said that she was having an affair with her boss.
During that period of time, Song Beibei couldn't find anyone to take care of her, so she asked he Yucheng to help take care of her.
Who knew that this was the beginning of the story.
Half a month later, Song Beibei's work came to an end. Lin Mu'an was also discharged from the hospital. He Yucheng treated her to a meal and suddenly said that he had a girlfriend.
However, this was still a long time ago.
The two of them were Song Beibei's best friends in America.
In fact, after the two of them got together, Song Beibei and he Yucheng's relationship became more relaxed.
Their relationship had always been very stable.
It was only occasionally that Song Beibei asked when the two of them planned to get married.
Both of them stammered.
However, it wasn't strange. They were both still very young.
The email in the computer had already been sent to the company.
Song Beibei finally breathed a sigh of relief and was about to turn off the computer to sleep.
However, almost the next second, the company sent another email over.
Song Beibei saw the unopened file prompt and wished she could knock the computer off.
If this wasn't he Yucheng's computer.
Capitalists were capitalists. They spared no effort to suppress the surplus labor force of the stockade workers.
This email was definitely a new task.
Perhaps it was a plan for the company's new column, or perhaps it was to help other companies write a draft.
Song Beibei was simply exhausted.
She wanted to sleep, so she did not open it. She planned to sleep until the sun was up the next day before starting work.
She did not expect that after returning to China, there would not be a moment of leisure.
The next day, Song Beibei really slept until the sun was up.
He Suxian had already gone out. She had opened a piano training class in the community.
Every day, she had to go out to give lessons to the students.
The keys and breakfast were left on the table.
Song Beibei looked at the white rice porridge and pickled vegetables on the table, and a trace of warmth slowly flowed through her heart.
The winter light just happened to shine in through the window.
Song Beibei leisurely ate breakfast and basked in the Sun. She felt that life was nothing more than beautiful.
After eating breakfast, she had to go back to work.
Song Beibei opened the work email sent yesterday.
It seemed that after that, Song Beibei held her face in her hands.
It turned out that the company had asked her to meet up with Zhou Xingchen and Eri for a new mission.
Zhou Xingchen and Eri were foreign correspondents. They had recently come to China, and the higher-ups seemed to have arranged some work content.
It was said that they had been in China for a whole month, and there had been no progress in their new work.
It seemed that the company had sent her to support them.
The email sent Zhou Xingchen and Eri's contact information.
Song Beibei called them. Although they belonged to different departments, they had interacted with each other on a daily basis.
They could be considered good friends.
The three of them arranged to meet at a cafe in the city center.
Song Beibei arrived early and planned to sit down to read while waiting for the two of them.
Unexpectedly, she bumped into an old acquaintance.
When that person walked towards Song Beibei, Song Beibei only felt that it was fortunate that she had already finished a cup of coffee. Otherwise, she might have been unable to control herself and spilled it on him.
"little daughter, is it because I'm old and my eyes are blurry? The one sitting in front of me right now is you, right? "
Song Beibei rolled her eyes at him unstintingly. "Mr. Su, don't pretend anymore. I saw you following me when we were in the parking lot just now. "
Su Liangxiao raised his eyebrows and stopped pretending to be surprised. "I haven't seen you in three years. Not only have you become beautiful, but you've also become smart. "
Song Beibei said, "thank you for the compliment. "
Su Liangxiao looked at Song Beibei and did not try to hide it at all. He looked at Song Beibei from top to bottom.
In the end, he was a little sad. "I haven't seen you in three years. You've grown up. "
Song Beibei felt that Su Liangxiao's tone was a little funny.
She looked at him indifferently. "Mr. Su, why do you say that? "
Su Liangxiao's eyes seemed to be filled with some sort of emotion. "Beibei, in the past few years, when you were in the United States, did you think of me a little? "
Song Beibei smiled. "I often think of you, especially when it rains. When I look out of the window, I wonder if it's raining in the city you're in, and if you have an umbrella... "
Song Beibei deliberately used an emotional tone, and her eyes sparkled as she looked at Su Liangxiao.
Su Liangxiao's emotions were stirred up by her. "Beibei, you... "
Song Beibei suddenly smiled brightly. "If you don't have an umbrella, I hope to cut you. "
Su Liangxiao was stunned.
He was stunned for about ten seconds before he reacted.
Then, he looked at the girl who was smiling sweetly across him and laughed out loud. "You're still the same little princess. "
Su Liangxiao's smile was very happy, and it even attracted the attention of many people in the restaurant.
Song Beibei also quietly looked at the man across from her.
He was still unbelievably beautiful, and his slanted peach blossom eyes narrowed into a line. His temperament had not changed, and he still exuded a kind of frivolous silkpants.
His clothes were also very casual. He wore a long black windbreaker, and he was handsome and Suave. His style was quite different from his identity.
He sat there like a model who was about to walk on an international runway. He was not the chairman of a large corporation who could control the skies.
As she looked at the person across from her, many things from the past came flooding over like a tide.
There were actually more of them than when she was facing Gu Yanqing.
It was probably because she had already rehearsed in her mind when she met Gu Yanqing.
But when she returned to the country this time, she really did not think that she would have even the slightest interaction with this man in front of her.
After three years, Song Beibei had indeed grown up, and her senses were sharper than before.
However, after three years, Song Beibei saw the man in front of her.
Her initial impression of the two did not change in the slightest.
First, he was a cunning Fox.
Second, he was very dangerous, even more dangerous than before.
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[ Introduction ]

Song Beibei had said the most since she was young, "Gu Yanqing, I have a generation gap with you. "


In Song Beibei's eyes, Gu Yanqing was a shameless old man who still knew how to act like a hooligan. He relied on the fact that he was much older than her, and whenever he was unhappy, he would call him an "old man" . Every time they quarreled, he would say three sentences: DIVORCE I have a generation gap with you.

Song Beibei had long known that Gu Yanqing had a woman in his heart, so in Song Beibei's eyes, all of Gu Yanqing's kindness and gentleness were feigned The most ruthless words she had ever said were, "Gu Yanqing, you're just a dog of our song family. "

Gu Yanqing was neither angry nor angry. He said faintly, "aren't young ladies of your age the most popular loyal dog husbands? "

This man He was too shameless!

Death, a Biography, is a fictional horror novel. It is crass, violent, profane, and not meant for the light hearted reader. Imagine living in a world surrounded by fools. For years your frustration grows, and no matter what you try to do you cannot free yourself from the preverbal ideocracy. Nom DePlume is just such a man, only one day he is granted the dearest wish of his heart. Nom, a grad student working as a truck driver is: intelligent, well educated, and the sort of person who always can find a reason to have a chip on his shoulder. One day while driving in Texas he finds that he has the ability to wish death on those he hates. Being scientifically minded, Nom proceeds to experiment searching out the scopes of his new found powers. He begins in Texas, a state he despises. As he moves on from each experiment, he picks his prey to match some facet of modern western life that he hates. Each receive a fate customized to match what Nom feels they did wrong. Nom then travels home to Michigan after initially defining his new role in life. In Michigan he uses his powers to settle a few old scores and family business. A run-in with an old friend convinces him that he is being selfish for not using his god like powers to better mold humanity. The end of the book sees him taking on the leader of the free world. Nom now personifying Death, learns that he has a true foe, Life.Nom will return.

Gun-Ho received an email from President Jeong-Sook Shin of GH Media.
She sent a list of five books to be published. She included in the list—the book titles, the number of pages of each book—the name of authors, etc. She also mentioned that two translators were working on translating these books into the Korean language because the work would be too much for one translator to handle.
At the end of her email, she added,
 
"There is a series of cartoons about world history which is very popular in amazon.com in the U.S. It is composed of thirty books. I'd like to publish this series in Korea, and I'd like to know what you think.
We are using the initial investment funds of 300 million won in publishing our first five books and another five books that we will publish, and also in operating our publishing company.
If we decide to publish the series of world history cartoons that I just mentioned, we will need an additional 300 million won. We will have to use over 3-degree color for these cartoon books and there are thirty of them. Of course, it's not like we have to publish this series, but I believe it is a good series of books.
I want to start working on this cartoon series as soon as possible before another publishing company takes it. Since this is cartoon books, it's hard to fail and to sell. I'm sure it will succeed.
From President Jeong-Sook Shin of GH Media."
 
Gun-Ho replied to the email,
 
"Dear President Jeong-Sook Shin, I will send you an additional investment fund of 300 million won as you requested. However, I will not increase capital. Instead, record it as I am working at your publishing company as a managing director. You can determine my salary in the range between your salary and the chief editor's salary. Once Four Major Public Insurance is filed for me, I will send 300 million won. You can record the money as you received it from GH Media's Managing Director, Gun-Ho Goo."
 
Gun-Ho was receiving his salary from three different companies. He was receiving 3 million won from GH Media, 15 million won from GH Development, and another 15 million won from GH Mobile. His monthly salary in total was 33 million won. Gun-Ho was subject to the aggregate income tax. But, since he was the sole owner of all three companies, as long as those companies were doing good, he was getting his dividends for 100%.
 
Gun-Ho sent 300 million won to GH Media, and President Jeong-Sook Shin made a contract with a publishing company in the U.S. for the cartoon series. The news traveled fast among the people in the publishing industry, and people started talking about GH Media.
"I heard there is a huge company behind, which is supporting President Jeong-Sook Shin."
"We shouldn't compete with President Jeong-Sook Shin. We can't win because we can't find that much investment funds."
"How did she get connected with that kind of big company?"
"That's why she was known as the hand of Midas in the publishing industry."
 
The architect office in the U.S. sent the design drawing to GH Mobile's office, along with the aerial view of the new factory. Gun-Ho was not an expert in this area, but the aerial view of his new factory that he would build looked so great.
"Director Yoon, can you make a clean copy of this?"
"Of course."
"Can you then make a copy of this and send it to the vice president of Lymondell Dyeon—Mr. Brandon Burke?"
"Oh, this? Sure. I will do that."
"We will have to include a letter with a copy of the design drawing and aerial view. Do you remember the interpreter who worked for us when Mr. Brandon Burke visited us last time?"
"Oh, yes, I remember him. The one who used to work as a branch manager in the U.S. Mr. Lee, I believe."
"Contact him and have him write a letter to Mr. Brandon Burke, saying that we are sending a copy of our new factory's design drawings and its aerial view, and we are ready to build a factory. Also, tell him that we'd like to make an official contract in the near future."
"Yes, sir. I will contact the interpreter immediately."
Director Yoon who was in charge of construction in GH Mobile sent a letter along with a copy of the factory's design drawings and aerial view to Mr. Brandon Burke who was the vice president of Lymondell Dyeon in Seattle, via EMS.
 
Gun-Ho received a phone call from Manager Seong-il Kang at GH Development. He said that they narrowed down to three final candidates for each position of a secretary and accounting staff, so they were ready for Gun-Ho to conduct the final interview.
"Sir, will you be available next Tuesday for the final interview?"
"Tuesday is not good. I have a meeting with the vendors and customers held in S Group. What about Wednesday?"
"I will set up the interview on Wednesday at 11 am then."
"Sounds good."
 
S Group hosted a meeting with vendors and customers in their headquarters in Samsung Town, Seoul. Many first vendor companies attended the meeting and many of them were big companies. Gun-Ho was one of them. When the meeting was almost over, someone came to the S Group's president and whispered into his ear,
"What? Our chairman is here?"
There were about 20 presidents of the vendor companies in the meeting, and the S Group's president said to them,
"Our chairman is here and he wants to talk with you all. Please stand up and clap when our chairman enters the meeting room, to welcome him."
The chairman of S Group was the owner of the S Group and he was an extremely wealthy man. Gun-Ho had never met him before.
"Our chairman is coming."
A man who seemed to be a secretary announced with a loud voice and the S Group's president quickly stood up. All of the 20 vendor companies' presidents stood up along with him.
The S Group's chairman entered the meeting room. He looked like he was in his 70s. He looked much younger in a picture on a newspaper though, Gun-Ho thought. But in person, he looked really old with a lot of age spots on his face. He certainly looked like a 70-something years old man.
"I am pleased to meet you all. As a matter of fact, without you all, our S Group will have to close our business. Don't you think? Mr. President?"
The S Group's chairman said to S Group's president. The president responded quickly and with a loud voice,
"Of course, sir."
"All we need from you is manufacturing good products. You just need to manufacture better products than the ones made in Japan or in the U.S. People say in Japan that they do 'Isshokenmei.'"
Gun-Ho was surprised by hearing it again because that's what the Japanese Engineer Mr. Sakata Ikuzo said before.
'Mr. Sakata Ikuzo even chewed a piece of plastic in order to taste the product that he was developing. The plastic contains carbon and sulfur, and he still put it into his mouth knowing the fact.'
 
The S Group's chairman seemed to be amused for some reason; he was smiling.
"Anyone of you knows what 'Isshokenmei' means?"
No one responded, and the Gun-Ho answered,
"That means a person risks his life to do something."
"That's correct. Let me see… You seem to be very young. Which company are you representing?"
"It's GH Mobile."
"Oh, I see. So, as the president of GH Mobile just said, I want you all to work so hard in developing good products to the extent that you risk your life. I believe that GH Mobile's president is doing so in developing their own products."

This is the story of a poor young man whose poverty even shreds apart their family willing to climb his way through society and into the top. A very realistic novel that moves away from fantasy and sci-fi and focuses solely on the issues of society and life.

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