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Chloe had named everything she established after her late godmother ‘Empire’ so the public had always wondered who owned the empire. From the school down to her factories and hospitals and companies, it all made sense now, the video had finally proven that the owner of these various establishments existed and it was just a little girl. Thou they haven’t figured out the complete story behind her success they were one step closer. Sandra had just arrived at Empire academy with a lot of bodyguards to protect her from the masses. On getting there she realized that the school was swamped with the press. Getting in was very difficult. Meanwhile Chloe had retreated to her office with Stephanie and

He had an intense look on his face as he was solely focused on his tablet. Wren and I observed him closely. He broke down all the account jargon so easily. He had the magic touch while balancing the accounts. "This is a very good deal Boss." Erik's eyes wide opened like a child in a candy store. "Empire holding is a strong company. Their debts are short term. They have paid up most of their loans. The remaining was used for expansion. With the right guidance and discipline, their projection can reach a billion in five years." I and Wren gasped at the figure Erik told us. He kept going through the numbers trying to confirm it, as it felt like a fantasy dream.

When the total flashed across the screen, Eva handed over her card without hesitation. All the investments she had made during the time she was Mark Johnson's fiance had paid off. She had no worries for money because without working, she would never go broke. Moreso, Crystal Empire was thriving, and she had no reason to hold back. The business she had started on a whim had grown into a formidable force in the industry, gaining the admiration of countless competitors.

"A visionary investor? That's quite the pitch." "It's more than a pitch," I said confidently, feeling the weight of my words. "It's a promise. You've seen what I've done in a matter of months with limited resources. Imagine what I can accomplish with your support and a starting capital of $21 million. This isn't about HUG; it's about building the most transformative branch of Empire—something that reflects the boldness and foresight of the people backing it."

░ Stormedia, Thetia, Midona, Empire of Thetia ░ Friday August 16, 2019 ░ At 1.10 pm News of Friday, August 16, 2019 Samuel Mercier - "Dear inhabitants of the Empire, welcome to this 1:10 p.m. newscast. We apologize for the delay that was caused by a power outage in the Stormedia studios. Here are the headlines for Friday, August 16, 2019: We are not alone in this world, this is what Her Majesty the Empress said two months ago. We now know the origins of the Creator of the Empire, and like every Friday, we went to interview you in the street to get your opinion on the situation. When Art Tells the Horrors of War is the name of the new exhibition taking place at the Kingdom of Rilan in the cit

I shook my head and sat on my chair. ​"Don't worry, Kuya. I'll introduce her later at the Empire's golden anniversary, sigh!" He leaned back, closed his eyes, and smiled. My brother must be really in love. I also can't wait to meet his wife. Today marks the 50th anniversary of our Empire. I can still remember what my grandfather said: he never thought the small corporation he started would become an Empire. No one expected it. Dad and Grandpa, with the help of their closest friends and cousins, did everything they could for the sake of the company. From our single business of land and housing planning, many more were added, one of which was having a trucking company. They weren't satisfied y

It is unbelievable. No, something isn't right. I took a step back, trying to breathe. My entire world felt like it had tilted sideways. How in God’s name did she end up owning one of the most powerful companies on earth? How did she become the face behind the King Empire, the richest and most feared empire in the business world? This didn’t make any sense. I knew Emily’s background. I knew her family very well. They weren’t that rich, not even close. After her father died, I remembered how her stepmother kicked her out. She had nothing, no money, no home, no support aside from me so, how come?

Because now she had turned from being a crown princess to an Empress. Though she had not built this empire, she inherited the kingdom. And now it was her responsibility to make it prosperous. Alexandra had turned out to be socially inactive most of her life. Why could she do it? People are awful. Ew. Coming out of her shell wasn't an easy decision. She hoped not to catch social anxiety! People in the building were wondering what Alexandra was doing here after disappearing for four years. They were only informed that the new CEO will be arriving today, They already knew that Benjamin Winchester has died and it was rumoured that the next heir will be Anastasia Roberts.

“When I was younger my friends always followed me back home every day because Nonna would feed them till they couldn't eat anymore.” “How old is the restaurant?” “About 20 years.” “And it's still going strong.” “Yes, it has become a major landmark in the city.” I didn't butt into their conversation, I just listened quietly. I was taken aback by what he said to Mila, it was proof that value is worth more than aesthetics. His grandparents reminded me so much of mine. My grandparents were the founders of the Blackwell Empire. They weren't born rich; their story is one of “rags to riches”.

The club was quiet again. Too quiet. Dominic sat alone in the back office, the door half-closed, lights dimmed. A glass of whiskey rested in his hand, untouched. He wasn't drinking tonight. Not really. Just thinking. Always thinking. The meeting earlier had been short — some dealer trying to push a new batch of product into Dominic’s territory. Sloppy, desperate. Dominic barely listened. He was tired of men begging for chances they didn’t earn. He’d built this empire from blood and silence, not noise.