System Revenge: From Trash Boy to Top Boss

Chapter 17

Damon was so motivated by a deadly combination of desire, and deep love for Aria that he snagged hold of his sword and set to work at once. The first step was to grab control of the University Gala, so he and Aria could turn it from a potential battleground to a stage where they could go on to win, and then he knew just show up and be an honored VIP was not enough. He needed to put his stamp on the entire thing and turn it into his own masterpiece.

He made contact with Felix, his very efficient butler who was instructed to go up to the organizing committee for the University Gala. Felix had a trove of contacts and, more important, an unmatched ability to "read" complicated situations.

"Felix, " Damon muttered clearly and indomitably, "I want you to secure in secret the platinum sponsorship for the University Gala. Go ahead and use one of the companies under Yorkers bank, preferably a low-profile one, so as not to draw too much attention. I want you to have complete control over the program, the guest list, the whole logistical aspect of the event.

However agitated by the challenging request Felix simply nodded. "As you wish, sir, I shall do it immediately. "

Within hours of securing the platinum sponsorship for the gala, Felix had set up a shell corporation with Damon's money to buy the silver, establishing the entire event as a benefit for what had already begun to look like a failed business. The organizing committee was worried about losing control of it but soon realized how much money Damon was going to make, and agreed to trust the event to someone with cash in their pockets (especially someone with such excellent manners).

The sponsorship besides was all set then Damon decided to look after the details a little bit. “ I wanted to bring an event that will never ever be forgotten a night that everyone will look up to Damon and Aria and a gala that would not only be an invitation for friends but also a spectacle and an event celebrating success; a party with a purpose and a message.

He told Felix to make sure that everybody got luxury gift bags full of swanky things, designer clothes, and very exclusive tech gadgets, he meant to spoil everybody and make them feel like they were part of something special, something extraordinary.

“Felix, ” Damon said, his mind boiling in thoughts of all sorts. “I want the gift bags to be absolutely brilliant. No cheap trinkets, no cheap promotional items. I want high-end products, things that will be useful and appreciate. And I want them to be personalized to each guest’s particular tastes and preferences.

Felix, as always, took meticulous notes, his expression unwavering. "Very good, sir. I will compile a list of all the attendees, along with their known preferences, and curate the gift bags accordingly."

Next, Damon decided to book a celebrity performer to provide entertainment for the evening. He wanted someone who was both popular and respected, someone who would draw a large crowd and generate buzz around the event. After considering several options, he settled on a Grammy-winning singer who was known for her electrifying stage presence and her philanthropic work.

"Felix," Damon said, his voice filled with excitement, "I want you to contact Jones Phoebe and offer her whatever she wants to perform at the gala. I want her to be the headliner, the main attraction. And I want her to give a shout-out to me and Aria during her performance."

Felix, unfazed by the audacious request, simply nodded. "I will reach out to her management team immediately, sir. I am confident that we can secure her services."

Finally, Damon decided to host an exclusive afterparty for a select group of guests. He wanted to create a more intimate setting, a place where he and Aria could mingle with their closest friends and allies, away from the prying eyes of the general public. He envisioned a lavish affair, with gourmet food, handcrafted cocktails, and live music.

"Felix," Damon said, his voice filled with anticipation, "I want the afterparty to be the ultimate VIP experience. I want it to be held at a secret location, something exclusive and luxurious. And I want the guest list to be strictly limited to my personal friends and associates."

Felix, as always, took meticulous notes, his expression unwavering. "I will scout out several potential locations, sir, and compile a list of suitable guests. I will ensure that the afterparty is an unforgettable experience."

As Damon meticulously planned every detail of the University Gala, Xavier and his clique remained blissfully unaware of his machinations. They continued to spread rumors about Damon, painting him as an imposter, a fraud, and a social climber. They scoffed at his newfound wealth, dismissing it as a temporary fluke, a fleeting moment of good fortune.

"He's just a fish in the pan," Mason sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "He'll be back to running errands in no time."

"And Aria," Sierra added, her eyes flashing with jealousy, "she's just desperate for attention. She's clinging to Damon for dear life, arrogantly hoping that Damon is the real deal."

Tyler, Harper, and Liam nodded in agreement, their faces contorted with disdain. They were convinced that Damon and Aria were nothing more than a passing fad, that they would soon fade into obscurity, leaving Xavier and his clique to reclaim their rightful place at the top of the social hierarchy.

They were wrong, of course. They had no idea what Damon was capable of, no idea of the power he possessed, and no idea of the love that fueled his ambition. They were blinded by their own arrogance, their own sense of entitlement, and their own inability to see beyond the surface.

As the days passed, the anticipation for the University Gala grew. The campus was abuzz with excitement, as students eagerly awaited the social event of the year. Little did they know that Damon Newton was about to turn their world upside down, that he was about to rewrite the rules of the game, and that he was about to show them the true meaning of power. The stage was set, the players were in place, and the curtain was about to rise.