The silence in the room was deceptive. It wasn't the silence of hesitation. It was the silence before something enormous—something the world had never witnessed.
MRD stood at the head of the table, his fingers resting lightly on its polished surface. His mind was already miles ahead. He wasn't just planning a move.
He was reshaping the game itself.
At his side, Sophia sat in quiet awe. She had watched him from afar before, seen his decisions unfold through screens, but never like this.
Never this close.
She wasn't just witnessing history.
She was now part of it.
MRD exhaled slowly, then spoke. "Sirius. Connect the leaders."
A soft chime filled the air as one by one, the most powerful figures of the world connected.
The leaders of 195 nations.
Presidents. Prime Ministers. Kings. Generals. The unseen hands that controlled the fate of billions.
And yet, not a single one dared to decline.
Because they knew who was calling.
Their ruler.
The screen flickered, faces appearing one by one. Every seat of power across the globe was filled.
Silence.
Then MRD spoke, his voice calm. "Sophia."
She blinked, surprised. "Yes?"
"Tell my brothers to come."
Sophia's pulse quickened. She knew what this meant.
This wasn't just a meeting. This wasn't just strategy.
This was family standing together in the face of history.
She nodded and left the room. Within moments, his brothers entered, their eyes burning with purpose.
They didn't need to ask why they were here.
They already knew.
MRD turned his gaze back to the screen. The leaders were waiting.
His voice was smooth, deliberate.
"Welcome."
"Our mission begins now."
His words held no uncertainty. No hesitation.
It was a statement of absolute truth.
He raised a hand slightly, and the screen shifted, revealing the world's news feeds.
Every headline. Every broadcast.
"WHO IS MRD? THE NAME THAT SHAKES THE WORLD"
"A GHOST OR A KING? THE MAN WHO CONTROLS EVERYTHING"
"THE WORLD WANTS ANSWERS—WHO IS MRD?"
MRD let the leaders absorb it. Let them see the world's obsession.
Then, he changed everything with a single command.
"Sirius. Release my identity."
The command was not shouted. It was not spoken with force.
But the moment he said it—the world trembled.
Across every platform, every network, every financial institution—
A new name appeared.
BOSS.
A man who had never been on the billionaire lists. A man who had never been seen.
And yet, his wealth overshadowed every fortune ever known.
Net worth: $236 trillion.
Owner of nearly 50% of the world's economy.
A man untouchable by any government, any force, any law.
The world watched in stunned silence.
Then—chaos.
News stations scrambled. Journalists raced to rewrite their stories. The internet exploded.
"WHO IS BOSS? HOW DID HE STAY HIDDEN?"
"THE WEALTHIEST MAN IN HISTORY—YET NO ONE KNOWS HIS FACE"
"A MAN BEYOND LAW—IS HE A SAVIOR OR A THREAT?"
MRD watched the reactions unfold with calm satisfaction.
Then, he gave the next command.
"Sirius. Announce the World Meeting."
The message spread like wildfire.
A meeting unlike any before.
Every world leader present.
A global audience—**millions would gather, and the rest of the world would watch from massive screens placed across every city.
But no reason was given.
No one knew what would happen.
Only that it was happening.
News anchors stammered, struggling to find words.
"The WORLD LEADERS have called a global meeting. But WHY?"
"This has never happened before—WHAT IS GOING ON?"
"And is it connected to BOSS?"
MRD shut off the screen.
Then, he turned to the world leaders.
They were no longer just surprised.
They were in awe.
One of them finally spoke.
"MRD… you changed everything in minutes."
Another asked, "What happens next?"
MRD's golden eyes gleamed. "I will inform you soon."
As the call neared its end, a final question emerged.
One of the leaders hesitated before speaking.
"MRD, we trust you. We stand with you. But… the underworld."
"This meeting will gather every leader. The greatest opportunity for an attack. What if they strike?"
MRD let out a quiet laugh. Not of amusement—but of certainty.
He leaned forward, eyes unreadable.
"I expected this question."
"And the answer is simple."
"No one will attack."
The leaders exchanged glances.
One of them asked, "How can you be sure?"
MRD leaned back, arms resting on the chair. His voice was calm but final.
"Because I already fixed that problem."
Silence.
The leaders knew what that meant.
They didn't need to ask how.
They just knew.
One by one, they nodded.
"We trust you, MRD."
"See you at the meeting."
The screens went dark.
The call had ended.
Now, only his brothers, his family, remained in the room.
Yet, no one spoke.
Because they all felt it.
Something had shifted.
Something enormous.
The world was no longer the same.
And the ones who stood in this room?
They were at the center of it all.
But before they could even process what had just happened…
Sophia finally spoke.
Her voice was quiet, but filled with weight.
"Mirshad…"
"…what happens now?"
MRD's golden eyes gleamed.
He exhaled slowly.
Then, with the slightest smirk, he spoke.
"Now?"
"Now… we let the world wait."