Hello everyone, hope you can understand, that with the rain in the past few days, there are many problems in our house, hope you can understand the irregular updating, also, thanks to Navih who keeps sending Power Stones, as for Gilly 1210, here's the new link to my discord:
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Subject: Congratulations on Your Selection for Viktor's Band!
Dear Mr. Peter Hill,
I hope this email finds you well. On behalf of Luminara Media and Viktor, I am delighted to inform you that you have been selected to join Viktor's newly created band, proudly sponsored by Luminara Media.
Your talent has not gone unnoticed, and we are excited to have you be a part of this promising venture. To formalize your involvement, we kindly request that you visit our offices to sign the contract and complete the necessary paperwork.
Rest assured, Luminara Media will cover all expenses related to your travel, accommodation, and any other needs throughout this process.
Should you require any further information or assistance, please do not hesitate to reach out. We look forward to welcoming you and embarking on this exciting journey together.
Warm regards,
Rebecca Lane
Talent Acquisition Director
Luminara Media
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Seeing the message congratulating me for being selected, I initially planned to play it cool. I thought about writing a chapter about how tough the road was and how I fought to sharpen my skills to this very point. But before I could, my girlfriend, who had been sitting next to me, screamed at the top of her lungs in sheer excitement—so much so that I couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the baby in her belly.
Her joy snapped me out of my thoughts. Though I tried to mask my emotions and act nonchalant, the smile creeping onto my face couldn't be hidden, no matter how hard I tried. The moment felt surreal, and as much as I wanted to stay calm, excitement surged through me.
End of POV
At the same time as the announcement was made, a big meeting was being held at Luminara Media. It was the usual monthly held every month, but this one is unusual because it was held two days earlier than usual.
The room was spacious, with high ceilings and large windows that offered a panoramic view of the city Tower. The meeting was set earlier than usual, and the air buzzed with an unspoken tension. The board members sat around the polished mahogany table, each waiting for Hugo; he was the boss and the man with 54% of Luminara Media's shares, after all.
Hugo entered the room; unlike when he was with his family, he was in his usual commanding presence, exuding authority with every step. His well-tailored suit, coupled with his salt-and-pepper hair, gave him the aura of a man in control. He greeted the room with polite nods, acknowledging everyone without needing to say a word. They respected him, and more importantly, they feared him. He had single-handedly elevated Luminara Media to become one of the industry's top players.
He took his seat at the head of the table, signaling the start of the meeting. His assistants quickly handed out reports while the others straightened in their chairs, waiting for Hugo to speak.
"Let's begin," Hugo said, his voice deep and steady. "We'll start with the usual updates. Rebecca, go ahead."
Rebecca, the Talent Acquisition Director, shuffled through her notes. "This month, we've signed several promising artists. Most notably, a few new solo acts have been gaining traction in online spaces. Their audience metrics are impressive, and we project substantial growth over the next quarter."
The meeting continued in this fashion—department heads taking turns to give their reports. Marketing spoke about upcoming campaigns, while Finance detailed the quarter's revenue and expenditure. The session dragged on as Hugo listened patiently, giving his occasional input.
As the discussions wound down, the atmosphere shifted. Some of the board members began exchanging glances, clearly waiting for something.
Finally, Charles, one of the more outspoken shareholders, leaned forward in his chair, folding his hands. "Hugo, there's something we need to discuss."
Hugo raised a brow, already sensing the direction this was headed.
"You allocated a considerable amount of resources—money, equipment, personnel—for this new band," Charles said, his tone bordering on accusatory. "I understand we're always looking to innovate, but this is unprecedented. And for a band that hasn't even been formed yet? Many of us are concerned."
Murmurs of agreement followed from other shareholders. Hugo kept his expression neutral, waiting for the grumblings to subside. He knew this would come up; it was only a matter of time.
With a measured breath, he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "You're right to question this. It is a large investment, and I don't blame you for being cautious. But let me explain why I made that decision."
The room grew quieter as everyone waited for his reasoning.
Hugo continued, his voice steady, "This investment isn't about forming a new band. It's about the future—a technological leap. One of the band members, Viktor, holds two PhDs in fields most of us can only dream of understanding. He's not just a musician; he's an inventor. And recently, he created something that could revolutionize not just our industry, but many others as well."
Intrigued whispers filled the room, but Hugo wasn't finished. He stood up, walking around the table as he spoke, knowing how to command their attention.
"You all know that the best camera we've had in the market is 780p. It's been the standard for years, and until now, no one's been able to surpass it."
Heads nodded in agreement. It was true. The 780p cameras had dominated the market, used in everything from cinema to broadcasting. And though there had been attempts to improve the resolution, nothing had yet succeeded.
"Viktor has developed a 1080p camera," Hugo announced, letting the weight of the words sink in. "A camera that could change everything. Higher resolution, better clarity, better for everything we produce and distribute. Do you understand the implications of this?"
The room went silent as the board members processed what Hugo had just said. A 1080p camera was unheard of in their world. The potential for this technology was staggering—higher quality films, TV shows, and advertising. It could give Luminara Media an edge no competitor could match.
"Why didn't we know about this sooner?" one of the board members asked, breaking the silence.
"I wanted to keep this under wraps until I had concrete proof," Hugo replied. "And now that I do, I can confidently say that our investment in this band is more than justified. This isn't just about music. It's about positioning Luminara Media at the forefront of a technological revolution."
There were still a few skeptical looks around the table, but most of the room had shifted. They understood what Hugo was saying. The camera wasn't just a product; it was an innovation that could skyrocket their company into the future and maybe even threaten the dominance in Hollywood.
As Hugo returned to his seat, he allowed himself a brief moment of introspection. Of course, he didn't tell them everything. He didn't mention that Viktor was his son. It wasn't relevant to the discussion, and he had always kept his personal and professional lives separate. But privately, he felt a swell of pride. Viktor's achievements were nothing short of remarkable, and while Hugo would never show favoritism publicly, he knew that this was a decision driven not just by business, but by fatherly pride.
"Now," Hugo said, his voice cutting through the room again, "if anyone still has concerns, speak up."
The silence that followed was telling. No one had any further questions. The decision had been made, and the room was starting to realize the gravity of what Hugo had revealed.
"We'll proceed as planned," Hugo concluded, rising from his seat. "Meeting adjourned."
As he left the room, he caught a few of the board members exchanging impressed glances. Hugo allowed himself a small, satisfied smile.
His investment in Viktor was already paying off, and soon, everyone would see the fruits of that gamble.
END OF THE CHAPTER