As the elevator doors slid open with a soft hiss, the atmosphere in the room shifted instantly. A row of board members waiting outside immediately bowed their heads in deep respect, forming a corridor of honor leading to the main conference room. Among them, a man in glasses, dressed in a sharp suit, stepped forward, his expression etched with seriousness.
"Welcome, Mr. Navies. We have been expecting you. Please, come in," he said, his voice laced with careful reverence.
But the three figures standing before him remained silent. No response, no movement. Only an oppressive stillness filled the space. Then, finally, one of them a tall man with eyes as sharp as a blade spoke.
"We are not Navies," he said, his voice calm yet cutting like a scalpel.
The air in the room grew heavier. The man in glasses blinked for a fraction of a second before regaining his composure. A few board members exchanged uneasy glances, but none dared to speak.
Then, before anyone could react, a soft ding shattered the tension. At the far end of the room, another set of elevator doors slid open.
A man of undeniable charisma stepped out. Every movement he made was calculated, exuding authority. He was not alone. Beside him, a middle-aged man Mr. Kein walked with an unhurried yet purposeful stride. And on his other side, a stunning woman moved with such grace that her presence was almost soundless.
They were in no rush. They didn't need to be. Because every step they took was enough to affirm their dominance over the room.
With a mere flick of his hand a barely perceptible gesture Mr. Kein sent the previously bewildered board members into motion. Without a single spoken word, they followed the unspoken command, filing into the conference room with absolute obedience.
The moment the grand doors of the conference room closed with a firm click, the real conversation began.
Navies took his seat at the head of the table, his posture straight, his gaze sharp an embodiment of unwavering composure and undeniable power. The grand conference room pulsed with authority the solid oak table stretched across the center, surrounded by elegantly upholstered leather chairs. The walls were adorned with priceless classical paintings, each depicting triumphs of the past, all now resting firmly in his grasp.
The board members, representing various subsidiaries, sat in silent vigilance. Every movement was measured, every breath calculated.
At the far end of the table, Mr. Kein a man of distinguished presence with decades of experience in the committee stood with an impeccable air of professionalism. His voice was steady as he commenced the meeting.
"Ladies and gentlemen of the board, today marks a historic moment." He paused, allowing his words to settle before continuing. "Allow me to introduce to you Mr. Navies the rightful heir and new leader of this business empire. I have no doubt that with our dedication and loyalty to him, we will usher in a new era of transformation. And with the power of the Eastern Party, prosperity will be ours."
His words resonated, carrying undeniable weight. The board members exchanged glances, a few nodding subtly, acknowledging the gravity of the statement.
Mr. Kein continued, his voice steady yet slightly lower, as if conveying something not meant for just anyone to hear. "Before we begin, each council member will introduce themselves. However, some key figures, such as the President of the Eastern Party, are unable to attend as he is currently in Moscow. We will hold a special meeting afterward to involve them as well as other leaders who couldn't make it. Now, let's begin."
For a moment, silence blanketed the room. Then, one by one, the council members rose from their seats. They bowed their heads in a show of respect before introducing themselves. Their names, positions, and the companies they led were spoken with unwavering confidence.
Navies listened quietly, his expression neutral, devoid of any excess emotion. He absorbed every detail, processing the information with the precision of a leader who had long been prepared for this moment.
Once the introductions were over, Navies finally moved. He rose from his seat, leaned back slightly, and spoke in a deep, calm voice not one that needed to be raised to command authority, for his presence alone exuded power.
"I appreciate your time and dedication." His gaze swept across the room, ensuring every pair of eyes was locked onto him. "Currently, NFC manages assets worth 5 trillion dollars in AUM. Quite impressive… but we're still trailing behind the two Western investment giants."
He paused for a moment, letting the weight of his words settle.
"That doesn't matter." A faint smirk played on his lips. "The time will come when their wealth vanishes overnight… Not long now. Perhaps ten years from today."
In the hushed room, his words rang like a prophecy etched in stone. Some council members swallowed hard, while others lowered their gazes, hiding their reactions.
And amidst the tension thickening in the air, one thing was clear
A new era had begun.
Navies gave a subtle smile before continuing. He had no intention of abruptly shifting the company's direction sudden changes would only cause unnecessary turbulence. Instead, he would let the gears keep turning while he studied the entire structure in depth.
"For now, continue running the company as usual. I will personally review each business unit and, in due time, provide further direction. I want every director to prepare a detailed report on their division's condition and performance. Make sure nothing is overlooked."
After giving his instructions, Navies walked toward the large window overlooking the city skyline. His gaze stretched far beyond the glass, as if contemplating something far greater than mere business affairs.
"I have studied history, analyzed economic patterns, and observed the way the world moves. And there is one undeniable conclusion: this world can only survive under the rule of a wise and just leader. Two suns cannot share the same sky. If the world continues allowing clashing forces to exist without balance, destruction is only a matter of time."
He paused, allowing his words to sink into the minds of everyone present. Then, his voice returned, deeper and more resolute.
"But balance never lasts forever. Sooner or later, fragile systems collapse, dragging the world into even greater chaos. If we truly seek justice and lasting peace, we cannot simply repair what is broken. We must tear down the old foundation and rebuild it from scratch.
"That is why the committee has placed their trust in us. I am their last hope, the world's last hope, after my predecessors have fallen. Therefore, we must reclaim Aratsun in the next election, and the pro-Western faction must be held accountable for their actions."
Silence fell over the room. No one dared to speak. In that heavy stillness, one thing became certain to all who were present
Navies was not just a business heir.
He was a leader destined to change history.