After completing his blueprints, Aron stood up, brimming with newfound confidence. He called out to Daniel, "Prepare my suit, and notify all the directors. I want everyone at the company within the hour. We're holding a meeting."
Daniel nodded quickly, sensing the urgency in Aron's tone, and left to carry out his orders. Aron, still focused, knew that time was of the essence. The ideas in his mind were too powerful to wait; the directors needed to see the vision immediately.
Turning his attention to Rosie, who had just entered the room, Aron gave her a casual but firm instruction. "Rosie, dress me up," he said.
Rosie froze for a moment, her cheeks flushing red. She lowered her gaze, shy and hesitant. Aron, sensing her discomfort, smirked slightly and added in a calm, teasing tone, "We've already done and seen what needs to be seen. There's no need to be shy anymore. Now, hurry and get me dressed."
Rosie blushed even more at his words, but she didn't argue. Moving with a mix of nervousness and tenderness, she began to undress him, her fingers trembling slightly. Aron stood still, composed, watching her as she went about the task with shy reluctance.
Then when she started to undress Aron's pant but seeing the bulge of Aron's dragon she start to hesitate , seeing her hesitation he led her hand to his pants then she took off Aron's pant . The moment she opened Aron's dragon slapped on her chick along with her mouth , making the smell of it sliping in her nose arosing her .
Then she started sniffing it but as Aron is short on time , he touched her head back side and pushed his whole Dragon inside her mouth making her eyes bulge . Then he started ramming her after minutes he came in her mouth while she totally wet herself . Seeing this he decided to make her wait for it and then he started to dress himself . Seeing this made Rosie instantly disappoint as she thought that Aron will plunge her to heaven and hell.
After few minutes dressed up , Aron adjust this thinking his mind already calculating the next steps for the meeting and the presentation of his revolutionary designs.
Once he was fully dressed, his suit fitting perfectly, Aron looked at himself in the mirror, adjusting his collar with precision. Rosie, still blushing, stood back quietly, admiring the confident, powerful man before her. Aron caught her gaze in the mirror and gave her a subtle smile, one that was both reassuring and commanding.
"Thank you, Rosie," he said, his voice softer now. "It's time to show them what we're capable of."
After finishing preparations, Aron, Rosie, and Daniel left the house and stepped into the car, with Daniel taking the wheel. The drive was smooth, and the anticipation in the air was palpable. Aron leaned back, mentally rehearsing how he would present the blueprints, his excitement growing with each passing minute. Twenty minutes later, they arrived at the company building. Aron stepped out of the car, his mind racing with thoughts of the directors' reactions to his groundbreaking ideas.
Without wasting time, they headed straight to the elevator. Aron felt his pulse quicken as they ascended to the top floor—the VIP meeting room. As the elevator doors opened, he stepped into the large room where eleven directors were already seated, awaiting his arrival. Each one of them was a figure of importance in the company, and their expressions ranged from curiosity to uncertainty.
Aron wasted no time. He greeted them briefly and then moved to the head of the long, polished table. With a confident gaze sweeping across the room, he unveiled his blueprints, spreading them out on the table. His voice was calm but filled with authority as he began his presentation.
"Today, I present to you something that will revolutionize our weapons division," Aron declared. "These blueprints are unlike anything we've worked on before. They represent the future of warfare—technology that has yet to be imagined by anyone else."
He began by distributing two of the four blueprints he had created, each one divided into five separate parts. Aron handed out the four sections of the designs to the directors, keeping the critical fifth part—the core mechanism of the weapons—securely with him. The directors flipped through the pages, their eyes widening as they saw the intricate details of the designs. Even without the central piece, the complexity and innovation of the blueprints were evident. They were sophisticated beyond anything they had seen before.
Aron observed their reactions with satisfaction. Some murmured in awe, while others remained silent, their eyes fixed on the papers before them. He knew the questions were coming, but he was ready for them.
"As you can see," Aron continued, "each weapon design is divided into parts for security purposes. The core of each weapon remains with me, and only when all pieces are assembled can the full potential of these designs be realized. This ensures that no one can replicate these weapons without our direct involvement."
The room fell into a thoughtful silence. The directors were processing not only the groundbreaking designs but also the level of control Aron was maintaining over the manufacturing process. He could see the spark of realization in their eyes—these weapons were game-changers, and Aron held the key to their success.
Aron allowed the silence to linger for a moment, letting the weight of his presentation settle over them before he asked, "Any questions?"
Noone answers , seeing this Aron nods and tell them to get to work and make 1000 sample copies , if the deal is accepted then more copies will be made .
Then all the directors left the room hurriedly.