"Mr. Seojun," Alexander began, his voice smooth and professional.
"The initial designs for the 'Lunar Bloom' collection have been finalized. We've incorporated your feedback on the silk sourcing and the gemstone placement—the Burmese rubies are particularly stunning, as you requested." He gestured towards a holographic display showcasing intricate sketches and fabric swatches.
"The marketing team is preparing a launch campaign centered around a private gala in Monaco. We've secured exclusive access to the Hôtel de Paris and are in talks with several high-profile influencers to attend."
Seojun barely glanced at the display, his attention focused on a series of encrypted messages flashing across his tablet. He skimmed through them with practiced efficiency, his fingers dancing across the screen.
"Monaco is predictable, you will go personal since you know to the public you are the boss of Dove Restaurant, and Golden Rose Dynasty," he murmured, his voice low and devoid of enthusiasm.
"Boss within last year we hit the billion hit list."
"Yes that is good by the time I am done with high school and college my goal is our companies that I build be worth 10 billion," Seojun said.
"Alexander what about the fragrance perfume, the Forest perfume was sold off within just a two weeks, people demand a lot from our company," Seojun said.
Alexander's eyebrows rose slightly.
"The Forest fragrance exceeded all expectations, Mr. Seojun. We've already begun formulating a follow-up – 'Celestial Dawn' – a more ethereal and floral scent, inspired by your notes on the Japanese cherry blossoms." He paused, then added with a hint of caution.
"However, the demand is… intense. Our current production capacity is struggling to keep up."
Seojun finally looked up from his tablet, his ice-blue eyes fixed on Alexander. A flicker of something akin to amusement crossed his face.
"Then increase it," he stated flatly.
"Double the production line. Source materials from anywhere necessary—but ensure the quality remains impeccable. We don't compromise on excellence." He tapped a finger against his chin thoughtfully.
"If I were to give them the formula how would that help?" Seojun asked Alexander.
"Mr. Seojun, in line of any scent from male or female scent perfume, the mysterious Divine Scent Master but he or she contracts are unknown," Alexander said.
"No need to try to find him since I am that person," Seojun said why pay for himself? He would be crazy.
Alexander's jaw visibly slackened. He blinked several times, as if struggling to process the information. The Divine Scent Master was a legendary figure in the fragrance industry – a shadowy genius whose bespoke perfumes commanded astronomical prices and were coveted by royalty and celebrities worldwide. Their identity had been a closely guarded secret for decades, fueling endless speculation and intrigue.
"Mr. Seojun… are you saying… you are the Divine Scent Master?" Alexander stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
Seojun offered a faint, enigmatic smile.
"Let's just say I have a… knack for certain things," he replied cryptically, returning his gaze to the encrypted messages on his tablet. He didn't elaborate, leaving Alexander to grapple with the implications of his revelation.
"Speaking of which Black Abyss Rose Empire that is worth over 480 trillion dollars net worth want to do a cooperation with us, but…"
"Alexander tell me about this company it started four years ago over seas, as I know at the time I was only thirteen to fourteen years old but it took the business world by storm and there CEO mysterious no one has ever meant them. Under the Black Abyss Rose Empire they have over six thousands companies and all of them are billions, am right?" Seojun asked he put his glasses to the side.
He was unable to see far away so he needed glasses.
Alexander swallowed, visibly intimidated by the sheer scale of the information he was about to relay.
"Yes, Mr. Seojun. Your assessment is… remarkably accurate. Black Abyss Rose Empire is an anomaly. It emerged seemingly out of nowhere four years ago, and its growth has been exponential. Their CEO, known only as 'The Obsidian,' remains an enigma—no public appearances, no interviews, no verifiable information beyond their name and a reputation for ruthless efficiency."
He continued, his voice gaining a nervous tremor.
"Their portfolio is astonishingly diverse – everything from renewable energy and advanced robotics to pharmaceuticals and even… clandestine operations. They've quietly acquired controlling interests in countless companies across various sectors, amassing a staggering fortune in the process."
Seojun leaned back slightly in his chair, his expression unreadable.
"They also in restate, restaurants, luxury goods, hotels, entertainment industries, they have their hands on everything," Alexander said.
"I see what is the proposal?" Seojun asked.
"That is the odd part boss, all they asked is for us to be with them for the next eight years if we break this contract we pay hundred times more," Alexander said.
Seojun let out a low, almost imperceptible chuckle.
"Hundred times more? They're certainly ambitious." He tapped a long, elegant finger against the polished surface of his desk, his gaze distant and contemplative. The sheer audacity of the demand was almost… amusing. It spoke of a confidence bordering on arrogance, a belief in their own power that bordered on delusion.
"What do they want from us?" he asked, his voice regaining its sharp edge.
"Krispy Kreme Dynasty is successful, but we're not Black Abyss Rose Empire. What leverage do they have?"
Alexander hesitated, clearly uncomfortable with the question.
"All the they ask is for us to be with them for eight years."
"Okay I will sign," Seojun said he signed and stamped on the contract. Afterwards he let out a yawn.
The box was unassuming, a simple cardboard container tied with a satin ribbon. Rosemary, Seojun's ever-enthusiastic personal assistant, practically vibrated with excitement as she presented it. "Boss! Boss! Look here! This is an adorable cat!"
Seojun had been immersed in the complex details of the Black Abyss Rose Empire contract, his brow furrowed in concentration. He barely registered Rosemary's presence until she thrust the box into his line of sight. He glanced down, expecting perhaps a new prototype fragrance or a sample of luxurious fabric. What he saw instead sent a jolt through him – a visceral shock that momentarily erased the cool detachment he'd cultivated.
Inside the box, nestled amongst soft velvet cushioning, was a cat. Not just any cat, but a fluffy, rotund Persian with wide, innocent eyes and an expression of utter contentment.
The cat was a perfect miniature of a cloud, a ball of white fur radiating an almost tangible warmth. And as Seojun stared at it, a flood of memories crashed over him, so vivid and potent they stole the air from his lungs. It was *him*. This was Nimbus.
Nimbus, the cat Vincenzo had gifted him on his tenth birthday. A tiny, shivering kitten then, now a gloriously plump adult. They'd raised him together, a shared responsibility that had forged an unspoken bond between the two boys. Vincenzo, always the boisterous and protective older brother, had insisted on naming him Nimbus – a fluffy cloud to bring sunshine into your life. he'd declared with characteristic theatricality.
Seojun remembered countless hours spent curled up with Nimbus in his room and played with him.