My Secret TikTok Life: Family Disgrace to Global Kingmaker
To the world, Salim Bakar was the "worthless" son of the elite Bakar real estate dynasty. While his brothers closed multi-million dollar deals, Salim spent his time on his phone, managing obscure influencers in the "frivolous" world of TikTok.
The tension boils over at the Bakar Group’s 50th Anniversary Gala. In front of the city’s elite, Salim is publicly betrayed by his own father. "A Bakar is a lion of industry, not a lapdog for internet clowns," his father bellows. Disowned, stripped of his inheritance, and cast out into the rain, Salim is left with nothing but his smartphone.
But the Bakars made a fatal mistake: they confused "quiet" with "weak."
They didn't know Salim’s hidden identity. He is the "Ghost Manager," a digital genius who controls the world’s largest viral talent agency. With his Cold Protagonist mindset, Salim decides it’s time for a lesson in business. Using his God-Tier Manager System, he begins to manipulate the trends that the Bakar Group relies on for their "modern" rebranding.
As Salim builds a new-media empire that dwarfs his family’s dying industry, the Bakars find themselves losing millions. Desperate, they seek a meeting with the mysterious "King of Influence" to save their company.
The face-slapping begins when the boardroom doors open, and the "disgrace" they spat on is the one holding their debt. Salim isn't back for a reunion; he’s back for revenge.
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Chapter: Chapter 25: The VesselThe monitors cast a cool, sterile glow over the basement, a sharp contrast to the warmth of the electric heater Elara had bought. The hum of the new servers was a constant reminder that we were no longer just running. We had spent the money, we had the gear, and for the first time, we had a sense of permanence. But as I watched the data streams, I knew we were missing the most critical piece of the puzzle."We can't scale if I’m the one doing the talking," I said, leaning back in my chair. "Every time I reach out to someone, there’s a risk. If a eighteen-year-old kid in a hoodie tries to sign a contract with a major label or a tech firm, they’re going to look for a parent or a lawyer. They won't see a partner; they'll see a target."Kaelen looked up from his keyboard. "You need a front man. A suit.""A CEO," I corrected. "Someone the world wou
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Chapter: Chapter 24: The ReprieveI woke up on the concrete floor to a sound that hadn't been there when I collapsed. It was a deep, rhythmic hum—the kind of vibration that felt like the heartbeat of a sleeping giant. I opened my eyes, and for the first time, I didn't see the dark, damp corners of a basement. I saw the glow of three high-definition monitors flickering with lines of green and white code.Beside the monitors sat a vertical metal rack. It was filled with black server blades, their tiny LEDs blinking in a synchronized dance. Kaelen was slumped in his chair, his head lolling to the side, a half-eaten protein bar still clutched in his hand. He had stayed up al
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Chapter: Chapter 23: The Wraith-BoostThe basement was a tomb of cold concrete, illuminated only by the frantic blue light of Kaelen’s single laptop screen. Elara sat on a milk crate in the corner, her arms wrapped around her knees. She looked exhausted, but her gaze was fixed on me. She had seen the black SUVs at the diner; she knew now that the "Ghost Manager" wasn't just a voice on a burner phone. I was the only thing standing between her and a Bakar holding cell.I leaned against the damp brick wall, my vision swimming. The Ghost Interface was the only thing keeping my head straight.[Current Liquidity: $5.00] [Physical Integrity: 10% (Critical)] [System Recommendation: Immediate Capital Generation.]<
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Chapter: Chapter 22: The Remote ExtractionI sat in the dim light of the Bronx basement, my eyes locked on the laptop screen. The "Digital Eraser" was still looping through Kaelen’s mirrors, but the red dot on the security map was stationary. It was hovering over the Sunnyside Diner."She’s sitting in the window," Kaelen whispered, his face pale. "She’s a lighthouse, Salim. If those SUVs pull up, she’s gone. You can't get there in time. It’s three miles."I didn't move. My hands were hovering over the keyboard, but my mind was inside the Ghost Interface. I didn't need to be there physically to be her manager.[System Protocol: Remote Guidance Engaged.] [Target: Elara Vance.] [Connection: Secure VoI
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Chapter: Chapter 21: The EraserThe train ride to the Bronx was long and mostly silent. We sat in a corner of the nearly empty subway car. Kaelen kept his backpack in his lap, his eyes fixed on the doors at every stop.[System Notification: New Asset 'Kaelen' Detected.] [Status: Highly Vulnerable / High Intelligence.] [Loyalty Probability: 62% (Increases with every Bakar loss).]I ignored the flickering text in my vision as we reached the basement under the laundromat. It was a concrete box that smelled of mildew and hot electronics. A single, naked bulb hung from the ceiling, illuminating metal racks filled with mismatched servers."Welcome to the hole," Kaelen muttered, tossing his bag onto a scarred wood
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Chapter: Chapter 20: The Laundromat InterviewThe "Spin-Cycle" laundromat on 4th Street was the perfect place for two people who didn't exist to meet. It was 2:00 AM, and the air was thick with the scent of industrial bleach and the humid heat of a dozen industrial dryers. I sat on a bolted-down plastic chair, my hood up, watching the reflection of the door in the glass of a front-loading washer.I felt significantly better than I had an hour ago. The protein shakes and energy bars I’d bought at the bodega had finally stabilized my blood sugar, and my Physical Integrity was holding steady. I had a few chocolate bars left in my pocket, but the $150 commission from Elara was essentially gone, traded for the calories I needed just to stand up straight.The door creaked open, and a man shuffled in. He was wearing an oversized parka and clutched the straps of a faded hiking
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