Handler XX: Stock Maestro

His phone rang as he swiped the key card to the room— Xander.

"Sir..." Xander spoke as the call connected.

"How's it going to be? The bastard seems to want to play a game..." Trent growled as he stepped in.

"I was going to call you when I saw it trending online but I decided to wait till tomorrow and find some things out"

Trent fell silent for a second, scanning the room.

"What did you find?"

"It's similar to what you've sent. I was going to ask for a way forward. We can't talk about it on the phone"

Hmmm...

That'll be better.

Lumina's information gathering seems to be top tier too, so discussing about Musk or anything sensitive should be kept offline in a safe environment.

"Alright. Start by teasing information about the bastard. I'm sure he'll bite and know where it's from"

"Yes, Sir... I'll make sure he regrets his actions"

"Good. See you tomorrow. Meet me at Grand Crest Hotel"

"Alright. Have a goodnight"

"You too"

He scanned the room once more as the call disconnected.

Such a serene and beautiful place.

Vastly brighter and better than the eery basement they have for a meeting ground.

He pulled his shoe, looking at his phone as a notification popped up.

A message from Isak.

WHAT'S HAPPENING? I HOPE YOU'RE ALRIGHT

Such a nice business partner.

He typed back in reply.

EVERYTHING WILL BE TAKEN CARE OF. DON'T WORRY

Umber, that bastard.

He wants to play a game with my companies?

After that asshole behavior he pulled, telling me to handle the task since I'm a handler.

I'm going to handle him so harshly he'd wish he didn't pull this stunt.

Making Theo hurt too and all that bullshit.

How's he doing, by the way?

He scroll through his phone and called Theo.

"Hello, Cap" Theo picked up after the phone rang for a while.

There was noise on his end from the TV.

"You busy?"

"...No" Theo replied, moving away from the noise.

He seemed to be though.

"Should I come over? Is there work?"

"I'm outside the country right now and you should be resting" Trent chuckled,

"You're abroad? Shouldn't your security be with you? Oh... I almost forgot, My Boss is Superman"

"Superman, my ass" he scoffed, opening the door of the wardrobe to look in.

They even arranged so many clothes.

He could probably stay in Kraven for as long as he wanted since they'll sort everything out even if he did.

"You sure I shouldn't be there? I mean... It's cool that I have a Boss so considerate, but I've gotta work"

"I thought you enjoyed staying without work..."

"I do..." Theo chuckled,

"My Sister is weirdly concerned about how I don't do my job and get so much pay. I showed her the contract"

"You're my Chief of Security..."

"Right?" Theo scoffed,

"I might have some work for you that'll keep you busy"

I haven't heard from Tyson for a long time since the buzz about the whole Princess save calmed.

Did he back away from the deal?

Theo groaned, thinking for a while.

"Is there a problem? You're enjoying your life, no?"

"I am... I've become the uncle that's making my nephew proud but I really want that car and Mikhail says the person doesn't want to sell. Even for 2 million"

"Really? Is it that valuable to them?"

"They're asking for 5 million. That's an outrageous price" he groaned again.

Must be frustrating.

"Don't worry about it. I'm sure it'll work out somehow"

"It's just frustrating..."

"I've gotta go to bed, Man. I'll meet you when I return"

"...Alright. Goodnight, Cap"

"Goodnight, Man"

He must really want that car badly.

I still haven't done anything for him after the whole gala situation.

Should I get him this?

He entered the conversation with the unknown number and typed.

ROLLS ROYCE PHANTOM— SERENITY 2015, 1/1.

SECURE IT TOMORROW AND I'LL PAY DOUBLE.

Let's see if they'll work out.

And about Tyson.

What the hell has he been up to?

Is he going to run away like nothing happened like a coward?

He typed his number out and dialed.

"...Hello" Tyson answered in a low tone.

"It's Trent"

"I know. I'm sorry I haven't contacted you all this time. I just wanted everything to be sort out completely and you seem to be very busy these days"

Hmmm.

"It's no issue. I thought you bailed"

"Bailed?" Tyson scoffed, "I've got honor"

"How's the recruitment going and matters with your family?"

"... they're still being scum. It's no issue. The recruitment's going fine— they've agreed to work with me. I was thinking of contacting your secretary next week"

"I might add someone to the list. He's a friend and my private security"

"Oh" Tyson replied, pausing for a moment.

"Is that going to be a problem?"

"N–No. It's not going to be. Just tell me who they are and I'll meet them"

"Alright. Just contact my secretary when you've finalized the plan"

"Alright..." Tyson exhaled.

"Goodnight"

"Goodnight"

That's one more thing taken care of.

Now.

About the Lumina situation...

How do I start setting a fail stop on case things come crashing down?

He yawned, looking at the TV.

This is some serious situation. He pulled the Dagger from where he'd tucked it.

Lord Stella of Lumina.

Shouldn't a Lord have a Territory?

He laughed softly as he sat on the bed.

What should I ask for?

The Whole of Westeron as my territory?

That'll be fucking awesome.

They'll probably flip at the request saying there's a limit.

"6 Lords and Limits?" He scoffed, standing back up.

Let's freshen up and get to work with the stocks, Stock Boy...

_____

The sound of the alarm woke him up as it blared.

"Fuck... It's already 6:30?" He grumbled as he grabbed his phone from the other end of the bed.

He'd been busy searching about Zara Technologies and thinking about how much to use.

He'd decided to use 500 million.

A big trade decision. But knowing it was run by the Kraven Royal family meant whatever would happen would print so much money.

Would telling them about it change the course of action though?

Nah...

There's no way they'd be so quick to adjust whatever damage it'd cause within that short time.

His phone buzzed immediately as he dropped it.

"Who's that?" He groaned, sitting upright.

Xander?

"What's up?"

"Good morning, Sir"

"Good morning, Man. What's going on?"

"I've released information about Congressman Umber and it's going wild"

"How bad is the information" his eyes widened with excitement as he leaned on the bed post.

"Teasers— but bad enough to ruin his reputation if it all comes out"

Oh?

How fun.

"Beautiful... I'll love to see how he reacts. Good job"

"Tell him he's taking all your sleep" Scarlet's voice cut through.

Did they spend the night together?

"I'll be with you in an hour, Sir" Xander concluded, ignoring her comment.

"Enjoy your time" Trent mused, hanging up.

"Wouldn't this be a great time to build connections and create a link with Ornand Curry?" He looked at his phone.

Should I wait a bit more for Terna to work on the tickets?

He stood up from the bed and stretched.

Let's get ready for the day, shall we?

Woke up Lord Stella today...

Perhaps I need some royal tea

He giggled as he walked towards the bathroom.

What a weird name combination.

Trent "Stella" Ackerman.

Would that be what they have on their record?

He looked back as the phone buzzed.

I seriously need to have a secret number.

After washing up and changing into one of the clothes on the wardrobe.

There's no need to act modest if they're giving, no?

He grinned as he looked at the mirror.

Maybe a shopping would be good.

Some new clothes.

For me....and Marie.

He exhaled as his chest tightened.

Why do I suddenly miss her?

Damn. Falling in love?

Or was this some kind of Stockholm syndrome situation?

He shook his head and scoffed.

As if.

He picked his phone as he sat on the bed.

ROLLS ROYCE PHANTOM— SERENITY 2015 1/1. SECURED.

COURTESY OF LORD URIEL.

HAVE A NICE DAY, LORD STELLA.

Lord Uriel?

The lady?

And wasn't that very fast?

Did they get to it yesterday immediately and how the fuck did they get the person to give it up?

This makes me scared about the Zara information.

Am I going to be in debt paying those guys.

Ave... Your prediction is 100%, yeah?

"Affirmative" Ave replied,

It's been a while since we had even a talk.

100%... That's good to hear.

He glanced at the phone as a message buzzed in— Xander.

Wait. How do I get the car from these dudes?

SEND IT TO MY HOUSE IN WESTERON.

MY APPRECIATIONS TO URIEL

Wait. Wasn't that too formal and kind of rude?

He edited the name,

...LORD URIEL.

HAVE A NICE DAY TOO.

Within a few seconds, a new message came in.

NOTED.

How efficient.

He tapped into Xander's message. They'd arrived and were waiting downstairs.

Alright...

Let's go.

His phone buzzed again.

Damnit...

Wait.

His eyes widened as he looked at the message— Yvaine.

I'LL MEET YOU IN WESTERON TO DISCUSS YOUR RIGHTS AND DOMAIN AS LORD.

He gulped.

Domain?