Rohan Sharma, age 20, executive of The Old India and also the strongest in his nation, is now boarding the flight to get to the Intra-Executive Meeting to discuss ranks, distribution of goods and services, and taxes.
"Hahahaha....." Rohan is quietly laughing.
He seems to have other plans.
"I-Is everything alright??" Elena, who was with him, asked.
"Ohh, oh yeah, you know, just my first time on the plane." Rohan had never been on a flight before.
"Then, I will take my leave."
"Huh???"
"Ah, yeah, my seat is not here; it's actually in the front."
"Oh, okay, meet you when we land then."
"Y-Yeah."
They both get to their seats.
"Fuck!!" Rohan thinks to himself.
He was hoping to sit next to Elena, but—
SSNNNNNOOOOOOORRRREEEEEEEE
Seems like his flight mate isn't really a 'mate.'
"Ah, I fuckin' hate this shit. MAN, who the fuck even is this GUY??..."
"And here I was thinking that I got to sit beside that Russian babe, BUT HERE I AM SITTING NEXT TO SOME DUDE WHO FUCKIN' SNORES SO LOOUUUUDDDDDD!!!" Rohan keeps it in his mind to avoid conflict.
"Sigh. At least Elena is beautiful, and she is the only one I can talk to on this flight."
"Looks like I gotta thug it out." "THUG WHAT OUT?" "Ehh... HHHHHEEEEHHHH."
The 'guy' beside him just woke up and heard what Rohan said.
"Wait, looks like my words slipped," Rohan thinks.
"Aye, Aye... Brother... I understand, Elena is beautiful and you want to sit beside her. Hah, but life is not easy all the time," the 'guy' was surprisingly friendly.
"Why the fuck is he all chummy right now with me??" He keeps it in his mind to avoid conflict.
"But man, don't you think you gotta look at everyone?" the 'guy' asked Rohan.
".......I... um... think so...!!" Rohan said, completely weirded out.
"YES, RIGHT! Then look at others too!!" the 'guy' exclaimed, a sort of perverted look in his eyes.
Even though Rohan knew what the guy meant by his words, he still couldn't shake the feeling of pressure from everyone on the plane.
So, he glanced at everybody in his field of vision.
"Who is that woman, and why is she knitting on the plane, first of all?" Rohan asked.
"OHHHHH, nice eyes you got there, brother. Well, she is Luciana Silva from Brazil."
"Ah, that Luciana. I remember when she first came to my homeland to donate clothes back when my country was going through a crisis... But wait, I was 10 at that time??"
"Ohh, don't you know? She is 40."
"WH...What?! How... She looks fuckin' younger than me, AND I AM 20." Rohan couldn't seem to fathom this reality.
Being visibly confused, he glanced at others.
"IS THAT A HIGH SCHOOL GIRL!!" he screamed quietly.
"Ohhh, that is Ayumi Sato; she is a really powerful girl. She has also just become an 'Executive' like you," the 'guy' said, knowing Ayumi's father for a long time.
"OHHH,... So... nepotism, huh?" Rohan replied.
"Well, um—I can't disagree on that," the 'guy' kind of agreed with Rohan.
He took another look at others.
"Okay, let's see—EEHHHHHHH!" Rohan didn't expect that.
"NOW THAT'S A LITERAL CHILD!!" he screamed quietly.
"Oh, no, no, he is Hassan Al-Fayed; that boy is just a fluke. His father is always busy with work, so—you know, right?" the 'guy' explained the situation.
Rohan got tired just by looking at them.
"I have never expected this shit to be this bad," yawn "I am tired; let's go to sleep," he kept it in his mind.
5 Hours Later
"Hey, hey, brother, hey get up! We have reached. HEY!!" The 'guy' is trying to wake him up.
"Heeyy, boss, he is not waking up. What should I do?"
"Oh, don't worry; I will handle it."
"Okay, boss, I will go then."
The 'guy' left.
"Hey, Mister Rohan Sharma, wake up! It's me,... Varun Rao.................." The boss asked him nicely.
"......Guess he is not waking up. I will ask a flight attendant then...." The boss left to call an attendant.
".........FUCKIN' HELL!!" Looks like Rohan was awake.
"That motherfucker is here as well, huh. I gotta stay focused, or else I will be doomed by that 'BOSS.'"
Rohan left before Varun could come back.
He saw Elena waiting for him at the door.
".......Why are you waiting here???" Rohan asked genuinely.
"Y-you are rude; you are the one who told me to meet you when we land." Elena was quite angry with him.
"I did?? Oh—yes, I DID! Don't worry; I never forget anything." Rohan's perfect memory can become quite jumbled when he is awoken mid-sleep.
"Okay then, let's go." Rohan said.
The entire 150 executives have reached the Executive HQ, a massive building built on an island that is inside an extinct volcano. The entire Vulcan point is around 200 sq km spread, and the HQ is around 1000x4000 km. It contains every facility inside: workspace, sports, games, entertainment, bars, clubs, personal rooms, bathhouses, food courts, and everything.
This place is a dream for every person to live in; this HQ cannot be any more perfect.
"WWWHHHOOOOOOOAAAAAAAA!!!!" Rohan was stunned to see something that big.
"This place is bigger than my fuckin' country," Rohan exclaimed.
"W-well, I don't think that's the case..?" Elena said shyly.
"Ohhhh, maaaannnnn, I cannot wait to go to my room." Rohan seems excited.
"...." Elena stayed quiet.
They all entered the HQ.
'''SO, EVERYONE LISTEN,...''' "Oh, an announcement." '''I am the manager here. The 'Intra-Executive Meeting' will start after 10 hours from now. Till then, you all can do anything you like.'''
"Whoa, anything, huh?" Rohan said.
"So, what should I do till then?... What do you suggest, Elena??" he asked her.
"W-well, I think we should first go to the food court; I'm quite hungry. Then, let's go to the spa, and then the bathhouse, and then we will go to the workspace to get all the work done, and then after that, we will go to the club to drink with others. What do you think?" Elena bombarded Rohan with ideas.
".............." Rohan quietly stared at her.
".........ummm??" Elena broke the silence, out of character.
"Nah, that's too much; I will go sleep for the next 10 hours," Rohan said while going toward his room.
"W-WAAAIIIITTTTT!!" Elena didn't want to be left alone and grabbed his arm.
"Hey, LET GOOOO." Rohan said.
"NOOO, please at least come to the food court," she begged him without letting him go.
"Y-you.... sigh Okay then, I can at least go to the food court." He sighed.
"Okay, let's go!!" She is now fast walking towards the food court.
"HHHHEEEYYY, WAIT, WHAT ABOUT THE SUITCASE???" he screamed.
"GIVE IT TO THE CLERK," she replied.
"...huh... clerk, heh, when did he spawn next to me? Ah, fuck, she is running away," he thinks to himself.
"Here, take it to this room; thanks." He gave his suitcase to the clerk and ran after her.
At the food court
"This food is... bland!!" Rohan is a very picky eater and hates bland food.
"You sure are downing literally everything on the menu. How hungry even are you??" he said to Elena.
Gulp "Rohan, you really are rude. You shouldn't say things like this; you are practically calling me a 'pig'." She is sad because he is rude to her.
"Because I AM saying that," he replied.
"Y-YOU are RUDE AGAIN." She is even mad.
"OHHH, SO 'I' AM RUDE HERE, HUH, YOU ARE THE ONE WHO ATE MY WHOLE MEAL PREP FOR THE WEEK,.... '5' 'WHOLE' 'PLATES', WHO THE FUCK EATS THAAAAT MUCH, AND NOW YOU ARE BASICALLY DEVOURING EVERY ITEM IN THE MENU." looks like Rohan was really not having it,
"....." She remains silent after learning her mistake.
"....."
"....."
"....."
"Here is your order, ma'am, a large Chocolate Ice Cream Cake. Hope you will like it." The waiter broke the awkward silence.
Elena picked up the fork and took a bite. "Yummy!" she said.
"TTTHHIIIISSSSSS BBIIITTTCCHHHHHHHHH!!!" Rohan kept it in his mind to avoid conflict, but his face said it all.
"Aye, Brother here...." Someone called Rohan.
"Hmmm, oh that snoring dude!!" Rohan remembered him.
"So, eating out with Elena, I see, huh? Am I interrupting something?" The 'guy' teased them.
"A-Alejandro, y-you are m-mistaken!" Elena replied.
"Hmm, Alejandro, that Mexico executive," Rohan said.
"OHHH-YEAH, That's ME!!" Alejandro replied.
The three talked for quite a bit, and then Rohan went back to his room to sleep. He was tired from the day; the meeting was at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning.
At 10 o'clock in the Meeting Hall,
"Hello, everyone, I am the manager here. I hope you enjoyed your time, so let's get the meeting started. Here, sir," the manager gave the mic to the 'boss.'
"Hmmm, looks like everyone's here, so let's get with the meeting started, shall we?"
The meeting went smoothly. But,
"So, any questions, anyone?"
"YEAH!!!" Rohan replied.
"What is it, 'Old India's Executive'??" Varun said.
"You see, I have been wondering, since every country that has been separated now has gotten together, but why is India still separated? That's my question." Everyone, including Elena and Alejandro, was shocked to hear what Rohan just said.
"I know that you are the one behind the separation in the first place, but times have changed. Can't we just get back together, like a peace treaty?" he asked, smiling playfully.
"Hmmmmm, this question is really great, isn't it? We will discuss this in the 'Minor Meeting Place' after this one, okay?" Varun kept his composure and said.
"Yeah, yeah, that's fine." Rohan sat back in his place.
Minor Meeting Place, a location where the '15 Majors' first decide on any new law or order. These 15 majors are from UAE, Japan, Egypt, France, Saudi Arabia, Ukraine, Mexico, UK, South Africa, Russia, Germany, China, Brazil, USA, and of course, The Great India.
Every executive from these places decides trades, bills, fees, and much more.
"So, Mr. Rohan, about your offer, we decline it," Varun said.
"....hmmm, you see, but I refuse," Rohan said.
"Excuse me?" Varun couldn't believe his ears.
"I refuse." Rohan repeated.
Varun got up from his seat and walked towards the window and said,
"Sorry, Mr. Rohan, that's impossible."
To which Rohan said, "Okay, but if I beat all you majors, then?"
The silence soon turned into laughter.
Everybody started laughing,
"HAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH"
"AHHHAAAHAHHAAHAAHAHA"
"HOHOOHOHHOHOOOOHHHHHHAAAA"
"HEEOOOHHHHAAAAHHHAAAAHAHAHAHA"
"JAAJAJAAJJO"
And then Rohan started to laugh as well,
"HAAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
Soon after, he was the only one laughing. He continued, which annoyed everyone. They looked at him as if he were an opponent; that was a rookie mistake.
"WHHAAA...."
"HAH....!!"
"Whoo....aa!!"
No one could believe their eyes.
Rohan dittoed the powers of every executive and now was the only one smiling.
"You see, I can defeat every one of you. But if you think you can defeat me, can we just have a round??"
"If I win, I will be discarded from the 'Old India' and will give my country to anybody. But if I win, India will be one again. How's that sound??" he asked politely.
".... Hmmmmmm, Hmmmmmm, Hmmmmmm..." Varun was thinking, and then,
"We accept the offer. Your first opponent will be 'Zara al-Hayek' from 'UAE.'" Varun accepted the offer.
Zara al-Hayek will be Rohan's first opponent. The first round will be three days later in the Training Grounds.