Chapter 196: Greeting Boss Tang!

Chapter 196: Greeting Boss Tang!

Our group arrived at the Velvet Tower, the luxury vehicle sliding smoothly into my designated spot. We unbuckled and stepped out onto the concrete pavement. The sharp click of high heels echoed through the private structure as the four of us moved in unison toward the secondary elevator bay. Mei reached out, her slender fingers pressing the call button, while I adjusted the cuffs of my suit jacket. Security already registered my arrival down here, the four heavily armed guards at the entrance having saluted us the moment we crossed into the property line.

Ding!

The chime echoed softly as the heavy doors slid open to reveal a plush, velvet-lined elevator interior, revealing Benz, the elevator operator, who stood tall in his crisp uniform, adjusting his cap before offering a warm, respectful bow as his hand hovered over the control panel. "Hello, Boss Tang, how are you feeling today? Also, what floor will we be heading to?" Benz asked, his eyes tracking our entry.

I stepped onto the thick carpet, leaning back against the polished handrail to relax my shoulders as I settled in for the ride. "I am feeling pretty good, Benz, let's go straight to my office on the 39th floor," I replied, smoothing down the front of my jacket. "I need to review some files and get ready for the major executive meeting on the 38th in a bit."

Benz nodded respectfully, his hand moving quickly to press the designated button as the elevator began its smooth, rapid ascent. "Will do, Boss," Benz murmured, his eyes watching the floor numbers tick upward on the digital display. "Oh, and my son sends his absolute thanks to you for signing the Trilogy Box set of your movie. It truly made his birthday unforgettable."

A genuine smile tugged at my lips as the memory surfaced, my mind drifting back to the third movie we had wrapped filming on last summer, which served as the final installment of The Vampire I Fell For: The Family.

"Yeah, he told me the third movie was his absolute favorite because Ken was a full vampire in that one, standing tall with all his fated lovers right by his side," Benz continued, his face crinkling with pride as he recalled his son's excitement. "The boy was actually a bit sad to learn it would not have a fourth addition to the storyline."

I caught sight of the digital display showing we were almost at our destination, prompting me to lean closer to Benz with a playful glint in my eyes while the women listened quietly beside me. "Well, the truth is that I and the others won't be starring in the next project, but there is actually a spinoff in development featuring the children of Ken, Lilith, and Luna," I whispered, winking at him to show it was a privilege to hear the news. "We are scheduled to do a brief cameo right at the start of that film to establish our younger versions with the new actors, effectively connecting a brand-new trilogy to ours as parts four to six. Just tell him it is an absolute secret for now."

Ding!

The doors slid open to reveal a brilliantly lit workspace decorated in pristine, clean white, prompting us to step out into the wide hallway lined with floor-to-ceiling glass walls while Benz tipped his hat. "Thanks, Boss, see you in a bit, and it is always a pleasure to see you again, ladies," Benz called out as the heavy metal doors began to slide shut behind us.

We walked briskly down the polished hallway toward my private office, my eyes glancing to the right to observe dozens of employees hunched over their desks through the clear glass panels. The moment they caught sight of me, they immediately paused to wave, a gesture I returned with a polite nod.

On my left side, the exact same reaction occurred throughout the technical department, where a massive group of programmers was hard at work alongside a specialized analyst, their screens filled with glowing lines of code as they monitored systemic performance.

Suddenly, Lucy Shen popped her head out of her office door, her iconic red-rimmed glasses sat squarely on her nose while her hair was gathered up into a wonderfully sloppy, red-tinted bun. She wore a crisp white button-down shirt paired with tailored black slacks, looking every bit the high-ranking professional despite her Li blood keeping her thirty-four-year-old body looking like a twenty-two-year-old in its absolute prime far longer than any normal human should endure.

She immediately intercepted our path, clutching a thick leather binder tightly to her chest while maintaining her professional, married-woman act in front of the public. "Boss Tang, I am fully prepared for the executive meeting, may I go over some of my financial reports with you in private before we head downstairs?" Lucy asked, her eyes darting toward the glass walls to ensure no one was listening too closely.

A sudden urge hit me to completely mess up her little public show by bluntly refusing, but the memory of her world-class acting skills making the entire floor believe I was a tyrannical bully tormenting a poor woman over a minor mistake forced me to hold my tongue.

I gave her a helpless nod, watching her smoothly integrate into the group of incredible, eye-catching women following tightly behind me while I internally accepted that every single ordinary man in this building secretly hated my guts for it.

We passed through the double glass doors at the far end of the hall, entering the grand reception area where two black-haired and two blonde-haired women in their mid-twenties stood up in perfect unison as I approached. "Good afternoon, Mr. Tang!" the four receptionists chirped together, their voices echoing in harmony through the spacious lobby.

I flashed a quick smile at the over-eager receptionists, nodding to the four of us as we bypassed the desk toward the secure glass doors guarding my reinforced, thick wooden office entrance. After quickly punching the security codes into the digital keypad, our group of five stepped inside.

I had never remodeled Vicky’s old workspace design, leaving the left wall featuring a full-sized refrigerator and a custom drinking bar, including a built-in soda fountain sitting right next to the luxury liquor display recessed perfectly into the architecture.

The center of the room boasted a massive square area with a lowered floor accessible by a couple of wide steps, holding two large, opposing leather couches with a massive ten-by-ten wooden table resting between them.

At the far end of the room, positioned right against the massive glass viewing window, sat my personal executive desk, finished in clean white with a light-brown wood top, but I bypassed it entirely to head toward the right side of the room.

I entered my personal restroom and changing suite, noting the fresh towels and the wardrobe where I kept several extra tailored suits before Lucy smiled warmly at the other three women and slowly removed her red-rimmed glasses. "Take a quick break, ladies, I am going to go inside and help Rick change his clothes, Ufufu," Lucy purred, her eyes flashing with a predatory hunger as she slipped past the doorway.

I rolled my eyes mentally from inside the bathroom, knowing that every single woman in our circle understood exactly what this dangerous, insatiable woman truly wanted the moment we were behind closed doors.

After fifteen minutes under the steaming water of the shower, the air was thick with mist, and I had Lucy pressed face-first against the smooth tile wall, my hands gripping her hips tightly as I delivered a final, heavy thrust cumming deep inside her until her lewd, breathless smile turned into a beautiful mess.

With my right hand firmly holding her pelvis and my left hand cupping her full left breast, she breathed heavily against the tile, her palms pushing off the wall for support before she turned around in the tight space to throw her wet arms around my neck. Water droplets dripped from her eyelashes as she grinned up at me. "There, now my wonderful man can finally walk into that meeting with a completely clear mind," Lucy giggled, pressing her warm body against mine as she smoothed her wet hair back. "I know you always get a bit irritable and stressed if you don't get to let it all go beforehand, fufu. Okay, don't look at me with those judging eyes, I admit I was incredibly horny, okay?!"

I pulled her closer under the warm stream, reaching for the soap to help wash her back while making the most of our limited privacy before we dried off and dressed. "Well, I missed you just as much, so let me get this soap lathered up for you," I whispered, running my hands down her smooth skin. "How have you been doing by the way? Tell me everything that happened while I was away."

The two of us slowly cleaned up the evidence of our little crime under the running water, shifting our conversation toward the serious events that had occurred over the last five days before getting dressed in fresh clothing. Right as she was smoothing down my lapels, her voice dropped to a low whisper that instantly grabbed my full attention.

"The Emperor's Shadows have finally taken notice of you," Lucy murmured, her expression growing dead serious as she fixed my collar. "The exact moment Mei was confirmed to be pregnant with your child, the higher-ups felt entirely comfortable that you had leaned heavily into Mei's factional influence. The Grand Shadow has officially deemed you the most powerful and influential of all their marked targets, and they are planning to approach you subtly to secure your aid for the upcoming war."

I fastened my watch, my mind calculating the operational reach of the Chinese Empire's elite spy organization, which operated mostly independent of the crown ever since the reign of the first Yellow Emperor to fulfill its own distinct agenda.

"Well, I am legally married into all four major clans, connected to dozens of influential sub-clans, and I finally lead the entire Fire Birds organization," I replied, checking my reflection in the mirror. "Next to Central Command, I currently hold the most powerful cards in Eurasia. Their interest makes complete sense."

Lucy reached up to straighten the gold tie resting against my black suit, her expression completely devoid of worry as she looked up at me with absolute confidence.

"Don't worry about them at all," Lucy stated coldly, her thumb brushing against my jawline. "If the Grand Shadow ever tries to step out of line with you, I will personally hand you the full, unredacted list of every single one of their agents stationed across Eurasia, Japan, and America so you can kill them all. The fact that they have no idea we possess this information is our ultimate ace. If their elite spies start vanishing quietly one by one, they will become far more cautious, and if they really get naughty, we will simply hide Mei away safely and eliminate Ling Ling along with her handler, that Lang woman."

The two of us stepped out of the private bathroom and I walked over to my desk, picking up the thick corporate folders my secretaries had prepared while Mei, Hinata, and Mercy sat comfortably on the deep leather couches. Lucy walked over to the women, her posture shifting into that of a protective leader.

"Mei, take Mercy and Hinata up to the private Penthouse suite right now," Lucy instructed, waving her hand toward the door. "This meeting is going to last at least two hours, so go upstairs to nap or grab something fresh to eat."

Hinata completely ignored the directive, turning her eyes toward me with a gaze full of absolute loyalty as she clasped her hands in front of her dress. "Sensei, what do you want Hinata to do?" Hinata asked softly, her eyes searching my face. "I can come directly into the meeting room if you want me standing by your side?"

I smiled warmly at her, deeply appreciating how she constantly put my personal desires above Lucy's mother-hen attitude before I walked over to pat her shoulder gently. "The boardroom is going to be a bit cramped today with all of my CEOs and their personal assistants packed inside," I explained, offering her a reassuring nod. "I promise you there is absolutely no danger to my life inside this building. Knowing that you are comfortable and safe upstairs in the penthouse would make me truly happy."

Hinata bowed her head instantly, her tension melting away as she accepted my reasoning with a soft breath. "Then I shall wait upstairs loyally, Sensei," Hinata replied, her voice filled with absolute devotion.

Lucy watched her with a hidden warmth, her intricate mind actually liking Hinata even more for displaying such absolute dedication to me, though she kept her expression neutral so the other women in the harem wouldn't start acting funny around each other.

Once my personal maids departed the office suite to enjoy some well-deserved rest and recreation, I watched the door click shut before turning around to address Lucy.

"Lucy dear, why exactly did you not have them head upstairs to the penthouse a bit earlier?" I asked, setting my briefcase on the desk.

She casually pushed her red-rimmed glasses back up onto the bridge of her nose, giving me a dry look that made her logic perfectly clear. "I explicitly wanted them to stand right out there and hear you fuck me hard," Lucy purred without a hint of shame, leaning against the edge of the desk. "Nothing establishes a woman's rightful place in the household pecking order quite like a good, thorough fucking, right?"

I tucked the heavy folders containing next season's highly sensitive tax codes securely into my leather briefcase, locking the brass clasps with a sharp click before looking up at her.

"May Lee, you truly are a unique kind of special, you know that?" I sighed, shaking my head at her bizarre reasoning.

She giggled softly, smoothing out her tailored slacks as she guided me toward the corridor with a playful tug. "Let us go, dear, you have a massive corporate meeting to host, fufu," Lucy laughed, her eyes crinkling. "Oh, and you have some rather fascinating surprises waiting to be discovered down there, he-he!"

A sudden chill instantly ran down my spine at her words, causing me to pause by the heavy wooden doors to narrow my eyes at her in suspicion. "Are we talking about a fundamentally bad surprise or a genuinely good surprise?" I demanded, refusing to move until she answered.

She walked straight over, grabbing my arm tightly and pulling me out into the reception area toward the executive elevator lobby while completely ignoring my vocal resistance. "A good one, a combination of a good and bad one, and an incredibly entertaining one!" Lucy cheered, her face lighting up with absolute mischief.

I dug my heels into the carpet, making a desperate display of resistance that did absolutely nothing to slow her down. "Okay, that settles it, I am officially canceling the entire meeting!" I announced, pulling back against her grip.

The physically weaker woman simply yanks me along down the corridor, entirely deaf to my protests as the elevator arrived to take us down.

We stepped out onto the 38th floor, Lucy walking half a pace behind me while clutching her own executive briefcase tightly as we made our way toward the grand northern conference room. This entire level was explicitly reserved for the private luxury office suites belonging to the ten most powerful Chief Executive Officers in my multi-billion-dollar conglomerate, the Velvet Group.

The personal secretaries stationed in the main lobby stood up instantly to greet me as we passed, their postures perfect because they knew I was the ultimate boss above their own high-ranking bosses. I gave them all a firm, professional nod before pushing open the heavy double doors of the boardroom, marching directly toward the head of the immense mahogany table to take my designated center seat.

My grand entrance was a flawlessly executed blend of my advanced Acting Master and Business Master skills, carefully calibrated to project an unshakeable front of absolute dominance to everyone in attendance. In a cutthroat corporate empire, it was vital to make every individual feel that my spoken word was absolute law, keeping ambitious CEOs like the formidable Pam Sun from ever contemplating a backstab to maintain structural stability.

Just as I anticipated, every single person in the room stood rigid at their seats, waiting in absolute silence for my body to lower into my leather chair before they dared to sit down themselves. I leaned back, casting a cold, calculating gaze across the ten powerful CEOs and the immediate executive officers seated directly behind each Chief Executive.

The seating arrangement was strictly organized by corporate performance and financial leverage, starting from my immediate right with the highest-earning entity and moving in a disciplined clockwise rotation. Naturally, the person occupying the first position was my number one income driver and the individual wielding the most administrative influence among the ten.

Seat 1: Gretta Yang was rapidly approaching the age of thirty-three, having previously managed Victoria's original cosmetics firm and served as the only brave executive with the foresight to sponsor and manage my highly speculative Harem-Chat venture during its infancy. Within no time at all, Harem-Chat exploded into a global phenomenon, and despite lacking a formal computer science degree, Gretta had actively requested a lateral transfer to guide the company into its current state of total market independence. Much like Lane Feng, she possessed the natural charm of a high-society siren.

Sitting directly behind her as the immediate officer of the digital company was my close personal friend, James Tong, who had initially started out as a low-level intern at Harem-Chat, quickly impressing Gretta with his relentless work ethic and sharp instincts. He had actually earned his high-ranking promotion entirely on his own merits, completely independent of his personal connection to my office, though the entire building remained convinced it was an act of pure nepotism designed to keep me happy. This misconception, much like the messy rumors surrounding her recent high-profile divorce, was entirely false, though that specific matter was a story for another day.

Seat 2: Pam Sun, now forty-eight years old, cut a sharp figure with her striking blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, remaining fully in charge of our massive Star Entertainment Group as one of my most consistent revenue earners despite her famously gruff personality. She was undoubtedly still bitter about her troubled son getting the axe from our talent roster, but the boy had managed to land a lucrative hosting gig at a rival firm, the 21st Century Lang Entertainment, where he starred as the main anchor of a competing broadcast titled Paparazzi in the capital city.

I shifted my gaze to the immediate officer sitting directly behind her chair, and my brain instantly short-circuited as my jaw tightened in pure disbelief. Vincent, the actual fuck! The woman sitting in the executive uniform behind Pam was none other than my hidden asset, Ling Ling, who caught me staring in absolute shock and offered a playful grin while waving at my wide, stupid eyes. Okay, this had to be the exact combination surprise that Lucy had been mocking me about earlier, forcing me to rub my temples and exhale a quiet sigh as I resolved to get to the bottom of this bizarre arrangement later.

Seat 3: Alex Renaldo, now thirty years old, effortlessly charmed every single woman seated at the long table with his bright blonde hair and striking blue eyes, even when he wasn't actively trying to seduce anyone. He successfully ran our premier technology firm, which specialized in manufacturing high-end internal components for consumer computers before we aggressively expanded into private and military aerospace satellites, doubling his personal net worth while Hope officially became the matriarchal head of the entire elite Song family.

Seated directly behind his post was his younger, twenty-two-year-old second wife, Hailey Renaldo, a remarkably pretty blonde with matching blue eyes who had served as his brilliant second-in-command long before I ever purchased Floppy Tech. She was a grounded, down-to-earth woman who possessed a prestigious business degree and had spent years calmly rolling her eyes at his notorious playboy antics.

Seat 4: Keven Kyoto, now twenty-eight years old, possessed dark black hair and intense green eyes, holding absolute administrative control over our entire gaming division, online entertainment networks, print media assets, and international bookstores. His jurisdiction covered all foreign import channels, including overseas anime licenses, light novels, and cinematic distributions, and under my direct guidance to push past traditional paper publishing into mainstream gaming, his company's valuation had absolutely exploded.

His immediate officer sitting directly behind him was his twenty-eight-year-old first wife, Kameko Kyoto, who had managed to become an incredibly close, trusted family friend to both Akeno and Hinata over the course of the last three years. She was personally responsible for importing over fifty percent of all Japanese Empire anime, manga, and novels currently circulating within Eurasia, using her status as the public face of the enterprise to embark on long international business trips to secure exclusive rights. I had even fed her several groundbreaking narrative concepts for original Eurasian anime based on the epic story ideas from my past life, including a little project called One Piece.

Seat 5: Diana Long, now thirty-one years old, looked incredibly sharp with her short black hair and unique, deep purple eyes as she sat fully in charge of the main Velvet Firm for Advertisements and Commercial Media.

Her immediate officer sitting directly behind her was the polished Natalya Yang, a twenty-four-year-old woman with striking platinum blonde hair and cold, bluish eyes who kept her hair tied up in a strict, flawless bun. She projected the exact same hyper-serious, no-nonsense aura as my own Jennifer Han, and from a quick glance across the room, I could easily tell that James Tong find her incredibly attractive, though she seemed to completely ignore his very existence.

Seat 6: Kim Smith, now thirty years old, possessed bright blonde hair and green eyes, flashing me a visibly nervous smile as she shuffled her financial documents across the table. I could not help but chuckle internally remembering the fact that I now technically owned the legendary Smith and Wesson manufacturing empire, especially since one of our personal estate maids was currently in her adjoining office suite babysitting my two-year-old son, John Smith, alongside my one-year-old daughter, Megan Smith.

Her immediate officer sitting behind her was Stephani Smith, her father's youngest wife, who had recently secured her dual citizenship and fallen completely in love with Eurasian culture. She knew the internal mechanics of the firearms company inside and out, acting as the true mastermind running daily operations while Kim merely assisted her, though her bubbly, kind demeanor made her look like Kim's older sister whenever she returned from her monthly weekend trips back home.

Seat 7: Wanda Tang, a forty-four-year-old woman who happened to be my distant cousin, sporting blonde hair and dark blue eyes, sat ready to report on the Big Burger fast-food franchise she had managed ever since its opening. She had deeply loved my mother, so she was more than eager to keep scaling the business on our behalf until she reached the age of fifty, at which point she would transition into a luxury retirement package far more lucrative than anything offered by our competitors.

Her immediate officer sitting behind her was her son, Lenny Tang, a twenty-three-year-old business major who already possessed a staggering six wives due to his mother ruthlessly forcing him to marry every single woman he managed to get pregnant during his wild high school days. The sudden weight of an impending baby crisis had forced the kid to grow up overnight, turning him into a super-serious, incredibly hardworking executive who proved to be a true blessing in disguise.

Seat 8: Megan Ben, a twenty-nine-year-old woman with deep black hair and clear blue eyes, sat confidently in her seat after having previously served as the second-in-command over at Victoria Cosmetics. Even though I had fully gained control of this massive business asset, I would never dream of changing its name since it doubled as the name of my beautiful wife, and Megan possessed a wealth of operational experience that Gretta trusted implicitly while having absolutely no relation to Chuck Ben.

Her immediate officer in the company was Ophelia Chu, a former professional model who had aggressively pursued her business degree and shamelessly declared her ultimate career goal was to become the company's chief executive officer within the next ten years. She was an incredibly proud individual who maintained a relentless work ethic, standing amazingly tall with pale, silver-tinted hair and intense red eyes at only twenty-seven years of age, though I ignored the office gossip about her crushing on Alex while James crushed on her.

Seat 9: Melony Deng, the thirty-six-year-old business major and professional culinary chef, adjusted her glasses as she looked over her restaurant portfolio with warm brown eyes. She currently managed and operated our rapidly growing BBQ House franchise, having worked closely alongside Vicky since the inception of the food venture to teach her how to cook proper meals, which left her with zero resentment about my takeover.

Her immediate officer stationed behind her was Mark Ho, a forty-six-year-old business major who kept his head cleanly shaved and wore an immaculate, razor-sharp suit. He was a stone-faced, quiet individual who rarely spoke outside of professional boundaries but possessed a secret passion for traveling and trying new foods.

Seat 10: Max Johnson, a forty-two-year-old American executive with bright red hair and sharp blue eyes, leaned forward slightly as the final chief executive at the table. He was a master brewer who had previously owned a failing independent whisky company before I stepped in to buy out his debts, tweaked his traditional recipe, and confidently renamed the brand after a legendary label from my past life, Jack Daniels, turning it into our tenth most prosperous asset.

His immediate officer in the company was his younger thirty-six-year-old sister, Rebeca Johnson, who was a true professional when it came to the technical brewing process and managing the high-volume production plant. She also took complete administrative control over our entire global distribution network, managing shipping lines worldwide while the secondary officers sat along the outer edge of the room to take detailed notes.

I cast a slow, sweeping gaze across the room, noting that the twenty-one high-level individuals in attendance were waiting in absolute silence for my opening remarks. Just as I opened my mouth to speak, I felt a remarkably soft, bare foot suddenly press against my ankle beneath the table and begin sliding slowly up the fabric of my leg.

My advanced Acting Master skill barely managed to keep my authoritative facial expression from faltering as the warm foot continued to glide smoothly up my pant leg, leaving me irritated at Gretta but intensely relieved that it wasn't Max.

"It is truly good to see everyone gathered here today, let us begin the meeting," I announced, resting my palms flat against the mahogany surface to steady my focus.