The sun was higher now, baking the stone of the balcony as Jake leaned against the railing. He should have been hot in the midday heat, but the mist from the terrace waterfall acted like a natural cooling system, keeping the air around him fresh. He pulled his phone from his pocket, intending just to check the ti, but the sheer volu of notifications forced him to pause.
He wasn’t just trending anymore; he was the trend.
He swiped into a news app and found a video clip from Veyra Business Daily. A reporter was standing in front of the ridian Gallery, the morning light catching the glass behind her.
"The mystery surrounding Jake Rivers has only deepened following last night’s charity auction," the reporter said, her voice sharp with professional curiosity. "While the city was still reeling from the news of his staggering inheritance, Rivers made his first public move, forcing Julian Sterling to buy back a five percent stake in his own company, Sterling Technologies, for a jaw-dropping 1.3 billion marks—nearly triple its market value."
Jake leaned back, a small, tired smile playing on his lips. ’They’re making it sound like a grand opening move in a chess ga,’ he thought. ’In reality, I just needed to drain his liquidity and remind him who holds the cards now.’
He swiped away from the news and opened a social dia feed. His na was everywhere. He clicked on a thread that had tens of thousands of likes, scrolling through the comnts.
"Is no one going to talk about where this guy ca from? One day he’s a ghost, the next he’s auctioning off Sterling’s own tech subsidiary back to him. Hidden genius vibes."
"Look at the way he walked into the gallery. That’s not ’inherited money’ energy. That’s ’I know sothing you don’t’ energy. My theory? He’s been running a secret hedge fund in the shadows for years."
"I heard he’s actually a high-level coder who built an AI that predicts market fluctuations. The inheritance is just a cover for his tech wealth."
Jake let out a dry chuckle, his thumb hovering over the screen. ’A secret hedge fund? A hidden AI prodigy?’ He thought back to the nights he’d spent in the library, staring at gold charts until his eyes burned, or the days he’d spent wondering how he’d pay for next sester’s textbooks before the ability kicked in. The reality—the kid who started with nothing and predicted gold movents with a hundred percent accuracy—was sothing they wouldn’t even believe if he told them.
He thought of the mountain of emails Alice had been sorting through. He’d given her strict orders: no interviews, no exclusive profiles, and definitely no talk shows. The last thing he needed was to give Sterling or any other vulture more information to weaponize. If the public wanted to believe he was a mysterious tech wizard or a shadow investor, he’d let them. The ambiguity was a shield.
His phone buzzed in his hand, the vibration rattling against his bruised knuckles.
"Jake," his uncle’s voice ca through, sounding muffled, likely through a car’s hands-free system. "I’m at the main gate. The security detail here is... thorough."
Jake looked down toward the distant entrance of the Zenith complex, though he couldn’t see the gate from this angle. "They’re paid to be, Uncle. Hold on, I’ll give them the word."
"Make it quick. I’ve already had three people try to take a photo of my car while I’ve been sitting here," Darius said, a hint of annoyance creeping into his professional tone.
"Welco to the new normal," Jake replied.
He hung up and quickly dialed the Zenith’s front desk. "This is Jake Rivers in the penthouse. I have a guest at the gate—Darius Rivers. Please clear him and send him straight up."
"Of course, Mr. Rivers. We’ll escort him to the private elevator imdiately," the concierge replied smoothly.
Jake pocketed his phone and took a deep breath, the mist from the waterfall dampening his skin. He pushed off from the railing and headed back inside the cool, air-conditioned interior of the penthouse. He checked the ti: 12:48. Darius was early.
He walked to the center of the living room, waiting for the soft chi of the elevator. The quiet of the penthouse felt different now—less like a quiet ho and more like the calm before a very loud, very complicated storm.
When the elevator chid, the doors slid open to reveal Darius. He looked impeccable as always, but Jake noticed the faint shadows under his eyes and the way he gripped his briefcase a little tighter than usual. The pressure of the board’s lack of confidence was clearly starting to show.
"Nice place, Jake," Darius said, stepping into the living room. He looked around the expansive space, his eyes lingering on the waterfall. "It’s not too luxurious but still enough for your current status."
"It’s growing on ," Jake replied, gesturing toward the lounge area. "You are actually the first one to co here. Can I get you sothing? Coffee? Water?"
"Water is fine," Darius said, sitting down and letting out a long, heavy sigh. He watched Jake for a mont as he moved to the kitchen. "I’ll admit, seeing you on the news every five minutes is an adjustnt. The whole city is trying to figure out your life story."
"Let them guess," Jake said, handing him a glass. "It keeps them busy. So, you wanted to talk face to face. Don’t tell an uncle just wanted to see his nephew on a Sunday afternoon."
Darius let out a short, dry laugh. "I suppose I walked into that one. But you’re right. Things are... complicated. The board is restless, Jake. Sterling’s influence is like a rot. Even with everything you’ve done, they’re looking at the falling stock price and they’re looking for soone to bla."
Jake sat across from him, leaning forward. "The board mbers of Aurelia Capitals are already moving. We talked about the seizures, but it’s deeper than that now. We’ve coordinated to hit him where it actually hurts—his operations."
Darius raised an eyebrow, leaning in. "Go on."
"Noah Chen has already halted all ore deliveries to Sterling Infrastructure," Jake said, his voice calm and thodical. "Leon Hart has delayed the chemical shipnts they need for their processing plants. Marcus Sheele? He’s ordered full environntal and zoning investigations on every Sterling property that borders ours. It’s a legal nightmare for them."
Darius leaned back, a look of genuine surprise on his face. "That’s a chokehold, Jake. Sterling can’t build anything without those materials or those permits."
"And the nail in the coffin," Jake continued, "is Adrian Vale. He’s putting pressure on the banks. With Sterling Infrastructure’s stock plumting and their operations stalled, it wasn’t hard to convince the banks to demand imdiate repaynt on their outstanding loans. Sterling is stuck. He has to answer to the banks, but he has no revenue coming in because his projects are frozen. He’s bleeding out."
Darius stared at him for a long mont, the silence in the penthouse stretching out. "That’s a dangerous execution. You’re not just stopping him; you’re dismantling him. But why the stunt at the auction? Why the 1.3 billion for those tech shares?"
Jake chuckled, the sound low. "I wanted him on edge. I wanted him angry and not thinking straight. A man who’s reacting emotionally is a man who makes mistakes. I needed him focused on the ’humiliation’ of the auction while the board mbers were quietly cutting off his oxygen."
"I see the logic," Darius said, nodding slowly. "But Sterling won’t go down silently. A cornered animal is the one most likely to bite."
"I’ve already taken asures," Jake replied. "Security is tight. He can’t move a mark without seeing it."
Darius went quiet, his gaze dropping to his glass. The relief he had felt monts ago seed to evaporate, replaced by a weary reality. "Even with Sterling on the ropes, the damage is done at the ridian. The board has lost trust in . The stock is still sliding because they think I can’t lead us out of this ss. Sterling’s shorting might have stopped, but the market’s fear hasn’t."
Jake studied his uncle. He saw the fatigue in the way Darius slumped slightly in the chair. "Uncle, you still hold fifty-two percent of the equity. Sterling can use the board to pressure you to step down as CEO, sure. But he can’t kick you out of the company. If you just hold on until these seizures are finished and Sterling is dealt with, you’ll have all the ti you need to turn the sentint around. You’re still the majority owner."
Darius looked up, his expression uncharacteristically vulnerable. "I’ve spent twenty years navigating these waters, Jake. Twenty years of boardrooms, hostile takeovers, and midnight flights. I realized sothing this morning... I haven’t had a chance to actually see the world I’ve been trying to conquer. I’m tired."
Jake felt a pang of realization. Darius wasn’t just complaining; he was looking for an exit. He thought of Paul Rivers—Darius’s son. Paul was the one who had let Sterling get this close in the first place. He was entitled, reckless, and the primary reason the group was in this ss. He wasn’t a candidate for succession, and Darius knew it.
"Maybe it’s ti to vacate the CEO seat," Jake suggested quietly. "You don’t have to leave the group. You could control things from behind the scenes, only stepping in when it’s absolutely necessary. You’d still own the majority, you’d still get the dividends, but you could actually travel. Spend ti away from the noise."
Darius looked at him, his brow furrowed. The idea was clearly tempting, but his old-school instincts were fighting it. "And leave the group to who? I’ve spent my life building the Rivers legacy. I can’t just hand the keys to soone who isn’t family, but..." He trailed off, the unspoken thought of Paul’s incompetence hanging in the air.
"It doesn’t have to be a Rivers in the seat for it to be a Rivers company," Jake noted.
Darius didn’t look convinced. He stared out at the waterfall, his jaw set. "A Rivers company run by a stranger? That’s a hard pill to swallow, Jake. A very hard pill."
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