Sirius Black Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Oh no" *************

- River lies on his couch, pondering the ceiling while E Business plays on the television set—showing an ad for some random moisturizer. He checks his phone, then lays it back on his chest, not even a grimace on his face for he was too weary. A second later, the advertisement finishes and begins playing live coverage of Sebastian Black, speaking to the press outside of the Black & Co. building.

"Kenji locked down the mainstream. We're buying our own platform." Dominic nodded once to his lawyer. Ella popped the latches. "Give me a name, Sophia. Clean subsidiary, today." "The 'Nova Truth' domain is open," Sophia said, tapping her screen. "Owner wants a quick payout. It handles major traffic spikes." "Three blind trusts," Ella pulled out a pen. "Foreign holding company on paper. Their lawyers will hit a wall." "Double the offer," Dominic ordered. "Admin keys by tonight." Ella jotted it down and walked out.

"So I think you all know me or might have heard my name before, I am Doris Denver, head of Productions here at Black Entertainment New York" "Black Entertainment is an Entertainment company in charge of production and marketing of any artists under us, we have produced most of the notable names all around and have over 45 branches all around the world." "AnArtist can be a singer or an actress or a dance group. Once that artist signs the contract of 4 years for starters, that artist is instantly given a manager and a team, in charge of makeup and glam. That means you are instantly taken as a celebrity. We are in charge of your promotions and getting you all the movie roles or collaborations f

Zion scoffed at his father. Aiden Black looked confused at his comment. "My lawyer?" He paused and took out a mobile phone. Without asking anything further he dialed the number of the lawyer which he received immediately, "What did Zion do today? Tell me the truth otherwise be prepared to hand in your resignation." Mr. Black threatened him while looking into Zion's eyes who was now confused. Meanwhile, the lawyer told him everything. He cannot afford to leave this job. Knight's empire is one of the best companies and it provides the best salary package and all the other facilities. Who would want to leave such a job?

"Here. Go invite these people as well. Otherwise, the spectacle might spiral out of control before anyone can rein it in." Sirius looked down at what Oscar was holding. His expression stilled as he accepted it with both hands.

Him on magazine covers, looking like he'd been carved from marble by someone who hated warmth. **Black Enterprises**, I read, **the multinational corporation founded by Alexander Black Sr. in 1985, has grown under the younger Black's leadership into a $47 billion empire spanning technology, real estate, and venture capital.** Forty-seven billion dollars. I did the math in my head, comparing it to my own bank account—which currently held exactly $243 until my next paycheck. The difference wasn't just vast. It was cosmic. It was the distance between a grain of sand and the entire galaxy.

My heart beat faster, but it felt like a reaction rather than recognition, as if I were hearing a story about someone else and leaning in to understand it better. After we hung up, I reached for my phone again. Lucius Black. The name looked heavier now that it carried history. Images filled the screen. Sharp features. Dark hair kept precise. He smiled broadly. Every photograph felt intentional, as if nothing about him was ever left to chance. Headlines followed quickly. Global investments. Energy holdings. Strategic expansions across continents. One article mentioned he had recently finalized a major deal in Dubai. Another spoke about his ability to move markets with a single announcement.

It slid off her face slowly, like gravity finally caught up with it. “Oh.” I lifted a brow. “What?” She looked at me. Then back at the phone. Then at me again, eyes narrowing like she was reconstructing a crime scene in her head. “This,” she said carefully, “is not Candy Crush.” I shrugged. “Obviously.” Sophia turned the screen toward me. “This is a market alert.” “So?” “So,” she repeated, tapping the screen harder this time, “why is Damien Blackwood’s flagship subsidiary bleeding six percent before noon?”