And there Edwin walked in, all smiles.
What's he smiling about?
"The savior of the people, eh? How does it feel being the media's darling?" Edwin sat down without asking, grinning. "Funny, really, how different things would've been if you hadn't been there, or if someone had died. Now they're praising you for saving lives, and praising you again for being clever about the money side."
"How much?" Dudley asked.
"Three billion," Edwin said, setting the file on the table. "Honestly, you could've gone much higher, maybe even ten with what you've got. But the regulators were losing their minds over this already. They said they'd freeze anything past a billion, but I kept them in check."
"How?"
"Well, their government's quite keen for us to set up an office there. And if I recall correctly, a plane wiped it out not long ago."
Dudley chuckled, nodding. He often wondered how much he'd changed things. Sure, he'd made money, and the amount he had amassed must mean he displaced that money from being somewhere else if he wasn't alive.
Yet, there were some things that he simply couldn't change. The plane crash was one, as the planners behind it came from a place where he had no involvement. He was certain a few more things would happen, like the subprime mortgage crisis. The signs were already there. And he planned on making 2008 the year the world feared him.
Not to scare them. But to make them beg to be on his good side. To learn from him. To seek his advice on how not to fuck up their own economies. And by being in that position, he'd gain some leverage so high that he'd be unstoppable, no matter the ancient wizarding family, no matter the government.
"Apparently, they've decided to give you a Medal of Freedom. Over here, Parliament's looking to hand you the George Cross and make you a peer as well."
Dudley scoffed, "Just the beginning. Their little plots to gain my favor. But honestly, I wouldn't mind reading Lord Dudley in the papers."
"Hah, look at you, nearly grinning there. Well, I can't say I'm not right there with you."
"Hm?" Dudley straightened up. "You're getting it too?"
"Spot on, not the American lot, but a peerage and the George Cross? Yeah, they think I'm the bridge that brings them to you."
Dudley laughed, easing back again. Sure, Edwin was his most trusted in business, but even he didn't have the right to be a bridge. Unless Dudley wanted to, no one in the world could push their way into his office.
"In any case, I just wanted to bring you up to speed on the latest round of acquisitions. Amazon's pretty much ours now, and with a bit of tech bait, Apple's actually considering the offer. As for Samsung and Sony… we've got Samsung in a tight grip; the family running it is knee-deep in trouble. But Sony's a proper corporation. Better if we push it to break apart, then pick up the pieces?"
"That's a way to go about it. Hmm… How's the Japanese economy doing this year?"
"Back in a recession, boss. Still paying for that lost decade. Unemployment's high, the banks are choking on bad loans, and the politicians are as useless as ever. They know it'll take a decade to put things right, but none of them will do it because it'll only make the next lot look good," Edwin said, already seeing where Dudley was going.
"Truth is, we don't need to mess with the Japanese government. As long as we keep our influence with the American lobbies and Congress, we can shape Japan's policy to suit us anyway."
As fucked up and sad as it sounded, Dudley knew it was the reality. Japan lost World War II, and with it also lost its autonomy. The country had no foreign policy of its own. It was just a playground for big daddy America. Serves them right, he felt, as they, to this day, deny their war crimes. But hey, at least One Piece had started being published, and he'd already bought lifetime anime, movie, and music rights for it, pretty much bankrolling the mangaka.
"Still, we can throw some carrots. Isn't Uniqlo trying to expand outwards? We could lend some support their way."
"You're too hungry."
"Can't really help it if they come running my way, can I? Still, we're not the bad lot people think we are. Use a billion of the three we made. They're my personal assets. Just help the poor, the starving, or something."
Edwin sighed and got up to leave. "Will do, boss."
"And plan a bonus for the staff. I'm feeling generous."
For some reason, Edwin chuckled and stooped at the door, giving Dudley a knowing look. "I suggest you invest in some scented candles, boss. It smells like a brothel in here."
"..."
Shameless, Dudley shrugged. "Can't help it. I'm a young man, Edwin."
After Edwin left, Narcissa returned, all cleaned up. Then, he received her soft ass on his lap and heard her detail him his schedule. Of course, his hands never stopped groping her chest over the shirt.
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[Hero of the Muggle World! Dudley Dursley saves thousands! The Ministry and MACUSA announce rewards!
Reporting directly from the grand MACUSA building, your ever-dedicated Rita Skeeter brings exclusive whispers from the wizarding circles of America. There was never a moment's doubt about how deeply Mr. Dursley reshaped wizardkind by crafting opportunities on an extraordinary scale. Now, he has become nothing short of a wizarding legend, the toast of magical society. The muggles may remain utterly unaware, but every witch and wizard acknowledges that without Mr. Dursley's quiet brilliance in channeling magic, history itself might have unfolded otherwise. He guided his power with precision, never once flirting with danger or the breaking of the Statute of Secrecy…]
Fuck, she's overdoing it now.
Dudley put down the annoying newspaper with his handsome mug on it. While Hogwarts had already started, he was yet to return to school. He had work, and now, he stood in the Ministry for Magic's large hall.
The Ministry's staff had gathered there. Some American wizards had also arrived. Finally, Minister Umbridge and President Aiyana Blackwood appeared, both smiling. Though Dudley nearly vomited at Umbridge's giggles, and melted right away at President Aiyana's handsome face. The Native American Witch was a beautiful sight to behold.
"Thank you for your daring actions, Mr. Dursley." President Aiyana said and handed him a beautiful, encased medal, called the Presidential Medal of Magical Merit. He just smiled for the cameras. After that, he received the Order of Merlin First Class. But it was less for saving Muggles and more for employing a high majority of the British wizarding population.
After that was a party, resembling a high society gathering because it was held by the Ministry for the Ministry's high-ranking employees. MACUSA President was also there, as were a few dozen Ministers and Heads of other national wizard governments. And of course, there was the French one, flanked by none other than Fleur Delacour.
Simple to say, the woman all but dragged him into the bathroom stalls and had him womb-deep inside with blissful eyerolls and pants. She was already a D&D employee, but she was stationed in France. And really, he was happy with Narcissa as his secretary.
After an hour of her mumbling French deliriously, he returned to the party. There, he met with Amelia Bones. As Susan Bones had absolutely smashed the OWLs with a whole series of Es and Os, Amelia had no reason to hold her niece back. Hence, he got Susan the permission to live with him in his house from then on.
Sadly, Hannah's parents weren't there, and he reckoned they'd need a more private setting for their discussion. They were family-oriented people, slightly conservative in values, not in Blood Purist ways. So, getting them to give their daughter to a guy known to be involved with many girls was… unsavory.
But for the fact that Dudley had already made up his mind to hold onto them as his permanent ladies for the foreseeable future, he had to do it. Sure, there were more beautiful girls out there, Fleur or Daphne, and more. But it wasn't just Hannah and Susan's beauty that lured him. It was the sense of calm and peace he felt with them.
They were like a habit he was used to. Their presence, voices, and bickering were like breathing.
Later that night, he went with Rita Skeeter, gave the above-average blonde the facial thrashing she needed with his cock. Reminded her that she was fucking overdoing it.
And then, he boarded the empty train to Hogwarts.
Just him, a bunch of snacks, and a book to read. Knowing that there was no more Voldemort to ruin the mood. No more Half Blood Prince bullshit. No more Draco and that vanishing cabinet nonsense.
His sixth year was going to be blissful; he could see it. Already, he had his target set on having the Greengrass sisters together.
Can't wait to meet my two minxes, though.
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