Talbot's eyes fluttered awake, he yawned as he rose from the massive bed; he could fit 12 of himself on that plush mattress.
"System, how much of the inheritance have I signed?" he trudged towards the bathroom to freshen up.
{Host has achieved 80% completion.}
The voice further brought up a panel to relay the exact amount of papers he had worked through, as well as the remainder. Yesterday, while Talbot was deep into the hereditaments, he had unceremoniously unlocked a feature known as scan! And had paid 10U.Ps to be able to attend to them through his system, as he was doing now.
He had up to 7 green panels before him (the one with the anatomy model and the graphs analyzing his health were confirmed permanent), and while the man brushed his teeth, he had resumed his quota. If one were in the office where the documents are, they would notice a neon green glow amidst the papers that would dim and darken seconds later to black ink; his signature.
Twenty minutes later, Talbot made his way to the kitchen for a snack, Oliver was not yet awake. Golden rays of warmth touched the halls, he was an early riser to say the least. Talbot was draped in a dark green velvel robe- he had subconsciously picked the colour, as he was seeing it every single minute- the system had successfully initiated the man.
While he was munching on a biscuit with a glass of warm milk, Talbot finally came across the title deed for this very building; Stragenah. Scrolling through the details in his mind, he was amazed at how many activities the 65 storey building housed. As a co-op, it consisted of many accommodation facilities, some more luxurious than the rest; it even had a team of real estate agents renting a floor or two. A bank, restaurants, recreational aspects, heck, there was a whole floor dedicated to ice-skating!
The man smiled, previously, he had only been to the lower levels of this magnificent structure, for deliveries, and here he was, signing a deed that would put such a behemoth under his name. He could not help but laugh to himself. Just like that, a snap of a finger!
Oliver awoke two hours later and found that Talbot was already at the office amidst the workload.
"Mornin' , don't tell me ya didn't sleep!" The Lawyer was dressed in a cobalt velvet robe.
"Nah, just woke up a while ago, made a concoction over the counter for any headaches," Talbot took a sip of his dull-cocktail.
"Phew, thanks! You're a life saver," Oliver nursed the slight hangover as he rushed to the counter.
He came back and watched as his clientele began to wind up the documents.
'Double check that I haven't skipped anything,' Talbot cracked his neck as he signed the last sheet.
{Running Analysis...Affirmative. 100% completion! Congratulations, you are now an inherent of 32.46 Billion dollars.}
Accompanying the declaration, two screens were tasked with displaying all of the wealth he had accrued, the deeds were scanned and copied and would be available once he upgrades his tier. Talbot let out an ecstatic breath and placed the pen down, his features mirroring the triumph he felt.
"Well then, congratulations are in order Mr. Voss," Oliver reached out for the button to get some wine but Talbot stopped him.
"Let's save that for later, finish up your concoction first,' he said,"And call me Jacob from now own, Oliver."
The Lawyer smiled at that, as a freelancer, he valued connections, and his client seemed to be cut from the same cloth as himself. 'He has a good head on his shoulders, I can work with that,' Oliver pat himself on the back for such a find. His work with such a customer would from here on be a smooth ride. Is what he thought.
Wrong! He had just dug himself a velvet grave, the future with Talbot Voss would not be a walk in the park. He was going to realize this sooner rather than later.
"Ok, lemme inform the staff of Stragenah and have them arrange a conference floor for the welcoming," Oliver proceeded to make the call and after a while, turned back to his client.
"They'll have it prepared in 3 hours. Got any suits for this party, Jacob?" He raised an eyebrow towards Talbot.
"None fit me...yet," he replied.
"Well, we can work something out, I recon they have a closet room," Oliver pressed the button by the table thrice and a woman appeared this time, she was dressed in a 3-piece mauve suit embracing her curves eloquently, allowing her a sexy-mature appeal.
"How may I be of service sirs?" She had an angelic voice despite her middle-aged appearance. Her brown hair was styled into a chignon. She retained a fit stature and her green eyes held the men's gaze unwaveringly.
"My friend here thinks he cannot fit into a suit, see, we are attending a formal meeting in a couple hours, hope there's a cloth or two for such a setting," Oliver smiled.
His smile was infectious and the lady gobbled the blue-robed man up...discreetly of course. Oliver was way above average when it came to his looks and the way he held himself before people. There was a magnetic pull in those gray eyes of his that added to his charm while making advancements to the ladies. His flexible attitude and humor was a bonus and closed more deals than his peers could.
While, on the other hand, his mate sitting across from him was...well, not as attractive. If you were to slap some meat on him maybe, maybe he would be on the same league as the blue-robed gentleman. Is what she thought, until the green-robed man spoke.
"I really hope they would fit me, having the clothes wear me in a hall of people is something I am not willing to experience," Talbot remarked as he rose from his seat and Oliver followed suit.
What was better than a smiling hunk? Correct, a deep voice. And Talbot now possessed the vocals of an ancient Deity! This caught the wardrobe stylist off guard. She bit her lip seductively, her eyes glazing over. She cleared her throat and thoughts then turned away from the men.
"Fo..follow me, I am sure we'll have something up your alley," she led the duo along the hall to another room, subconsciously, her hips had a slight inviting sway. Thumbs up for women in business attire, that ass was heavenly!
As they were being led from hall to hall, Oliver inched closer to Talbot and whispered praises,"You have hidden game mahn, just with your voice, she's already in the bag. You now have a 70% chance to get her in the sheets...unless you ain't into older babes," the Lawyer nudged his new friend.
"No Oliver, I supposedly have a wife already. I'll only shove one spoon at a time," Talbot slapped the stupid hand movements his Lawyer was flaunting all around him.
"Heh! You're not fun," Oliver whistled, he did not expect for the recently crowned Billionaire to not have women occupying his frontal lobe. 'A man with principles huh? Poor ladies are gonna miss out, but the wife is lucky!'
Talbot was not as dense as he would lead others to think. He was Oh-so aware of the brownie points his voice earned him, it literally put him ahead of competition in such situations. And after the perks from the system, he could garner the attention of a hall-full of ladies with just a word. But what bothered him was the fact that, his booming vocals felt out of place with the body he currently had. For comparability, it were like a Nissan Leaf spotting a V12 engine.
As the lady showed them towards the closet room, Talbot studied his interfaces. The panels would retract to the edge of his field of vision for better interaction with the outside world. With Hyperprosexia, wavering concentration span was an issue of the past, but just to be safe, he kept the panels aside to avoid a situation such as the one he had with Clara to arise frequently. He was not going to risk having infamous labels latch onto him along his new life.
They arrived before black double doors. She opened them and allowed her clients to witness the elegance of such a room. The ceilings were high and the walls were strategically fixed with light sources, keeping the room well lit at all times. Racks amongst racks filled the expanse, housing various utility clothes. Both for men and women just in case the tenant was either; for easier maintenance. Fur coats, Ball gowns, 3-piece suits, jeans, T-shirts...The walls were filled with clothes to cater for multiple occasions. There were various sizes too, a plethora of shoes were available as well.
"Now Mr..."
"Talbot, Voss," he replied while looking around. With all these, the revenue sure would be massive.
"Yes, Mr. Voss. I am Lanna, and will be your stylist for today," the mature beauty smiled.
< Ding! >
[3 Utility Points earned! Charm has been influenced!]
'Ok, that is new.'