71 Setting up the meeting
When the morning sun peeked over the horizon, Aron paused his Runic training and logged out of the Universal Simulation to go and prepare himself for the surprise journey.
But before he prepared anything for his journey, he needed to do something else first.
He laced up his running shoes and headed out for his daily run and other exercises to complete his daily quest.
As he pounded the pavement, his mind raced with excitement for his plan finally reaching the starting point.
The significance of the meeting between Aron and Alexander cannot be overstated, as it was crucial for Aron to at least have a face to face with Alexander before fully committing to the plan.
Aron was planning to invest billions of dollars to achieve his goals, and thus, he deemed it necessary to come face to face with Alexander before he fully committed.
After finishing his daily quest, Aron returned home and quickly showered and dressed for the journey ahead.
After he finished his dressing he picked up his watch and new phone and left for the garage.
He didn’t need to pick clothes because if he decides to stay longer than a day, he will buy clothes from there.(FUCK, I really want to be a billionaire)
When he arrived at the garage he found Donald ready and waiting for him there, as he had been informed by Nova about the abrupt journey last night.
Aron went to the sleek black car gleaming in the early morning light. He climbed into the back seat and settled in, the hum of the engine signaling the start of his surprise journey.
As they made their way through the city, Aron didn’t try to start conversation with anyone, as his eyes were glued to his phone having a conversation with Nova, who was giving him a briefing about the information of Alexander that she managed to collect during the time he was training.
After traveling for some time the car pulled up to a private airfield, and Aron’s heart skipped a beat as he caught sight of the sleek jet waiting for him on the tarmac.
He was pretty surprised that Nova had decided to rent a private plane for the journey and not just buy him a VIP plane ticket.
“Thanks’ Nova” Aron thanked her as he was being escorted to the private jet.
Nova replied by vibrating the watch Aron wore as she couldn’t speak when he was within a group of people..
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3 hours later.
The private jet Aron used for the trip touched down at Tampa International Airport, the closest airport to his intended destination.
Once all the necessary airport formalities were taken care of, they set off with a rental car towards the Gulf Coast beach resort, where the revolutionary leaders have been staying for the past three days and will continue to stay for one more week.
Aron was well aware of their staying period at the hotel, due to Nova having obtained information regarding the hotel’s bookings and accommodation by having hacked into the hotel’s network just the day before.
Throughout his journey to the hotel, Aron kept his gaze fixed on the stunning scenery outside.
He couldn’t help but marvel at the natural beauty that surrounded him.
The lush greenery and crystal clear waters of the Gulf Coast were a sight to behold. As his car wound its way through the winding roads, Aron felt a sense of peace and tranquility wash over him.
For a moment, he forgot about the meeting that lay ahead, and simply allowed himself to be lost in the breathtaking landscape. It was as if time stood still, and all that mattered was the present moment. A/n(Damn)
But eventually, the car pulled up at the entrance of the beach resort, and Aron was brought back to reality.
After taking a deep breath, Aron stepped out of the car and made his way towards the hotel to complete his check-in process.
Thanks to Nova’s access to the hotel’s network, the check-in process went smoothly.
She had used her access to reserve the presidential suite of the resort for Aron, which would provide a private space for him to conduct the meetings without being noticed by anyone.
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Alexander could be seen sitting in his hotel room, surrounded by a stack of documents that had accumulated due to his focus on the previous day’s meeting.
He decided to take advantage of the rest day and spend his time catching up on the documents.
While Alexander was working hard, the other revolutionary leaders were taking advantage of the resort’s facilities without caring about their responsibilities.
They left all of their work to their secretaries to solve by themselves unless it required money, in which case they had to ask for approval from the leaders. Greedy bastards.
As he finished reading the document in his hand and prepared to move on to the next one, his phone suddenly started ringing, interrupting his focus.
The caller ID appeared as unknown, adding a mysterious element to the interruption.
As soon as Alexander answered the call, he spoke into the phone, “Hello?”
There was a moment of silence on the other end, and Alexander’s mind raced with possibilities of who could be calling him and how did they get his number. He wondered if it was a trap or if he was betrayed.
“Hello Alexander,”
“Who are you?” Alexander asked the moment he received a reply from the other side.
“There is no need for you to feel anxious or suspicious.
My purpose for calling you is to arrange a meeting where we can meet face to face to discuss the ways in which we can provide assistance and support to you.”
The person on the other end of the line quickly shifted the conversation to address Alexander’s concerns and fears, hoping that Alexander maintains his composure after observing how he reacted to the call through Alexander’s laptop webcam.
“How did you obtain my phone number? I have no recollection of sharing it with anyone,” Alexander asked, still perplexed about how the person on the other end had managed to contact him.
“It appears that you may have accidentally sent an email from an unsecured device in haste. We were able to trace the email back to its source, which led us to obtain your phone number,” explained the caller calmly.
Alexander was thoroughly frightened upon hearing the explanation, as it suddenly dawned on him that he had indeed sent those emails from his personal phone – the same phone he used to communicate with his loved ones and close friends.
When the man on the other side did not receive a reply from Alexander he continued.
“You don’t have to worry about that anymore Alexander, because the moment you agreed to our offer you fell under our protection but before we conclude the agreement we need to see each other and have a face to face talk. So, when are you free?” Asked the man on the other side of the call.
When Alexander had the man say he was under their protection he calmed albeit small but not fully as the idea of it being a trap still lingered behind his brain.
“When would it be possible for you to come and meet me? I am available for most of this week.”
“Then how about now?” The moment the question reached Alexander’s mind, the door of his room was knocked which scared the shit out of Alexander.
Startled by the knock he put down the phone and quickly opened the drawer of his table to retrieve his gun.
With the weapon in hand, he pointed it towards the door and asked, “Who is it?”
A woman’s voice came from behind the door, saying, “Someone has requested that we deliver a message to you.”
“Leave the note under the door. I will retrieve it when I am ready,” he said firmly, his finger hovering over the trigger as he prepared for any unexpected event.
“Yes, sir,” the woman’s voice responded before he heard the sound of footsteps getting farther and growing fainter, eventually fading away from the corridor.
When he heard the footsteps recede, he approached the door and peered through the peephole. He saw the hotel worker standing by the elevator, waiting for it to arrive.
As soon as the elevator arrived, the hotel worker got on it and left, disappearing from Alexander’s view.
After waiting for a few more seconds, Alexander slowly opened the door while keeping a firm grip on his gun, ready for any unforeseen circumstances.
After cautiously peering through the partially opened door and seeing that there was no one outside, Alexander opened the door fully and picked up the envelope from the ground.
He quickly retrieved it and hastily shut the door behind him.
As soon as he sat back down on his chair, the voice from the phone could be heard asking, “Did you receive our invitation?” It was then that he realized he had left the call running.
“Was that you? And how did you find out which room I’m staying in?” Alexander asked, his tone laced with suspicion.
“You’ll find out later. But for now, inside that envelope, there’s a key that will grant you access to the Presidential Suite through the elevator.
Come here, and we’ll have a detailed conversation,” the caller said before abruptly ending the call, leaving Alexander to contemplate whether he should heed the caller’s request or not.
As he sat there, his mind racing with doubts and fears, Alexander couldn’t help but wonder what kind of trouble he was getting himself into.
But something inside him told him that he had to go through with it, that he had to take this chance.
With a deep breath, he stood up from his desk, picked up the envelope with the key, and made his way to the elevator.
He had no idea what was waiting for him on the other side, but a gut feeling kept telling him it was his opportunity to achieve his dream.