Silence! I Am the Trillionaire Boss

Chapter 6: The UniWallet!

At the stunningly tall Days Corp skyscraper, Blake and Gerald made their way to his office. This was the first time Blake would be setting foot in this building, as it was constructed when he was in prison three years ago. 

“Welcome to your office, sir.” Gerald gestured as he opened the doors to the CEO’s office. “We hired the finest architect, Mister Don Quixote Domingo from Spain, to design your office specifically. The door was made of imported oak wood. The office is adorned with gold strands and clad in silver plaster that gives the office an elegant feel. The desk was made out of marble crusts, and the chair was crafted in Italy specifically for you, sir.”

“Damn,” Blake was shocked by the level of detail put into this office. “You really went all out, didn’t you, Gerald?”

“Only the best for you, sir,” Gerald said with a proud smile on his face.

Blake sat down in his chair. “So what is so important that you had to call me in?”

“I called you in for this, sir,” Gerald said as he turned on the computer to show him a data patch for a new tech.

“What is this?” Blake asked with curiosity.

Gerald said, “This is the UniWallet. A revolutionary tech that can change the fintech world forever. It was introduced to us by tech billionaire Harold Jacobson.”

Blake took a deep look at the presentation "So, this 'UniWallet'?" Blake leaned back in the plush chair. "You're telling me this guy, Jacobson, has a tech that can actually do all that?"

Gerald nodded, adjusting his tie. "That's what he claims, sir. As highlighted in his presentation. And the preliminary data looks... revolutionary to say the least. It streamlines everything from payments and transfers to even crypto integration. It's exactly what our fintech division needs to dominate the sector. This will bring in massive gains to the company if we can acquire this tech."

"Massive gains, you said?" Blake asked intuitively.

"Massive," Gerald confirmed. "He's already calling it a game-changer and making ads for it all over the city. Of course, he requested a significant stake in the project, apart from the buying bid we are going to pay his company for the acquisition. But sir, the potential returns are out of this world as projected by our corporate analyst and financial team..." Gerald trailed off, with a rare look of excitement on his usually composed face.

"Alright then," Blake said, standing up. "Invite him. To the ceremony tonight."

Gerald blinked. "Tonight? You mean to invite him to the Chels Corp signing ceremony?"

"Why not?" Blake shrugged as he casually got up and straightened himself. “We can talk privately there and see what he's really about. As well as judge if this tech is really worth the hype."

"Consider it done," Gerald said, already reaching for his phone. "But, sir, are you sure you want to go back out? You really don’t have to stress yourself on tedious errands like this. I can handle the shopping or even send someone out if necessary to run the errand."

"Nah, I need to clear my head," Blake said, already heading for the door. "Besides, Chelsea's card needs a proper workout." He grinned. "See you tonight, Gerald."

He walked out, leaving a slightly bewildered Gerald behind.

Blake stepped out onto the street, the city's energy a familiar buzz. He walked, enjoying the anonymity, the simple act of moving through the crowd. He found the store Chelsea recommended; it was a multi-million dollar store for the elite only, as the store was exquisite and a place where mannequins wore more expensive clothes than most people earned in a year.

Inside, the air was hushed with the lighting soft and pleasant to the eye. He browsed through the options, running a hand over a ridiculously priced suit jacket. That's when he heard it. Raised voices, coming from the back.

"...this was my idea! And you stole it from me!" A woman's voice, sharp with desperation.

"Stole it from you? My dear girl, I acquired it," a man's voice could be heard by Blake. It was smooth and dismissive. "You had a concept and I had the means to make it happen."

Blake moved closer, drawn by the intensity and curiosity. What idea could they be talking about so loudly? And what tech was so important that it was worth causing a commotion in a wealthy store like this?

He rounded a display of silk ties. He sees a young woman wearing blazers and a jumpsuit, yet still looking smart but frayed. She was faced with a man in a perfectly tailored suit. The man radiated wealth and arrogance. It was apparent in the gold custom watch he wore and the niche way he held one hand in his pocket as if the woman's cries and worries were nothing but insignificant noise to him.

"Uhm, excuse me. What's going on here?" Blake asked, stepping between them.

The woman looked at Blake. Blake was still dressed in what many would call a New Yorker nobody's outfit. The woman could assume he was a nobody and was probably here on an errand for his boss or something of that nature. Nevertheless, she was desperate for any help she could get. But as soon as she started to speak, "He—"

"Get lost, street rat," the man snapped, not even looking at Blake. "This is a private business. It has nothing to do with your lowlife self."

Blake smiled. The day had been so turbulent that Blake could not care about the man’s insult. He said to himself, “New York elites. They never seem to disappoint.”

The man turned to a couple of burly men standing nearby. "Security! Get this woman out of my sight!"

The security guards moved forward. The young woman's eyes widened, but she stood her ground for a moment. As the guards took her arms, she twisted, her voice rising. "Harold Jacobson! You bastard! You can't do this! UniWallet is mine! You're selling stolen tech to Days Corp!"

Blake froze. The man that was just rude to him was Harold Jacobson. The same man who was hoping to sell UniWallet to Days Corp. The pieces clicked into place. 

The guards escorted the screaming woman towards the entrance.

"Oh, shut up, you lying wench!" Jacobson called after her, though his voice held a tremor of annoyance.

Blake watched the woman go, his mind racing. “Did she just say Mr. Jacobson stole from her? Shit, I need to get the full story. If I don’t get to the bottom of this, Days Corp could be looking at a massive lawsuit.”

He turned to leave, but Jacobson's voice stopped him. "Hey, you! I wasn't finished talking to you."

Blake kept walking. He had zero interest in Harold Jacobson now. He had a potential corporate disaster to avert.

Harold hurried after him, grabbing his arm. "Didn’t you hear a word I said? I told you to stop!"

Blake turned, his expression calm. "What do you want?"

Harold scoffed, dropping his hand. "You fucking street rat, how dare you ignore me? Do you have any idea who I am?"

"Frankly, no. And I don't care," Blake said. "But I do care about that lady's accusations."

Harold laughed, a short, sharp sound. "Her? She is crazy and all her claims are baseless. She's a nobody. She is just a disgruntled former intern, probably. And even if her words held some truth to them, what could she do? I'm a billionaire for crying out loud. My net worth is sitting at fifty billion dollars, pal. I have connections all over the city as well as friends in high places. I could bury her, and no one would blink an eye." 

He smirked, running a hand over his expensive shirt. "That's how the world works, street rat. The rich rule and the poor listen."

"Is that how you built your fifty billion dollars?" Blake asked, his voice low. "Stealing from people like her?"

Harold’s smirk widened. "You're naive. This is business. Opportunities like this come but once in a lifetime. And unfortunately for her, I had the power when she presented the project to me. Simple as that." 

He puffed out his chest. "Tonight, I'm meeting the mystery CEO of Days Corp. And sealing the deal. Once Days Corp owns it, who's going to sue them? You see, I'm untouchable."

Blake nodded slowly, a small smile playing on his lips. If only he knew who he was talking to. "Untouchable, huh?" Blake spoke out.

"Absolutely," Harold boasted.

Blake just nodded again. "Well, good luck with that."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Harold demanded, a flicker of unease in his eyes.

"Just... people who are truly untouchable," Blake said, turning towards the exit, "usually don't need to brag about it."

He walked out, leaving a fuming Harold Jacobson staring after him.

Outside, the young woman was being held firmly by the same two security guards near the curb.

"Hey, you guys. Let her go," Blake told the guards.

They looked at him, then at each other, and laughed. "Mr. Jacobson's orders," one of them said, tightening his grip on the woman's arm. "She's staying put. And you best be on your way, street rat."

"Last warning," Blake said, his voice losing its casual tone. "Let. Her. Go."

The guards exchanged another look, then grinned. Six of them now, having been joined by four more. They dropped the woman, who stumbled back, rubbing her arm. The guards picked up the heavy, black batons hanging from their belts.

"What are you gonna do about it, poor boy?" One of them sneered, taking a step towards him, the others fanning out.