The hours passed with a mixture of urgency and calculated control. Rob, used to the precision of engineering, now applied that same rigor to planning his new destiny. Every action was thought of as a move in chess, where one bad decision could mean not only the failure of his plans but the definitive loss of everything he loved.
The first step was money. He knew no survival plan could succeed without financial resources. During breakfast, while Victoria served avocado toast and Amélie babbled happily, Rob thought about the banks. He knew exactly which ones would grant loans more flexibly, what requirements they had, and how to maneuver within the financial system without raising suspicion.
That very day, he visited three banks. Dressed formally, with a confident and charismatic demeanor, he applied for personal loans and lines of credit, claiming he was expanding a private engineering project. Thanks to his impeccable work history and convincing presentation, he secured quick approvals. In less than a week, Rob had a considerable sum—enough to begin.
The next step was investment. He used part of the capital on sports betting, starting with small and safe events. He clearly remembered the results of soccer matches that would happen in the coming days, even specific scores, injuries, and final outcomes. He generated quick, consistent profits, immediately reinvesting to expand his capital.
Simultaneously, he began channeling funds toward future technological platforms. He bet heavily on the rise of Pitcoin, a cryptocurrency that would explode in the following months, yielding astronomical profits. He also invested in emerging social networks like TokTok and PallBook, knowing both would dominate the digital market in the coming years. He programmed automated operations, set up movement alerts, and began diversifying his portfolio between physical and digital assets.
While executing these financial moves, he also launched his physical plan. He started training every morning at dawn. His meticulously designed routine included cardiovascular endurance, muscle strengthening, and flexibility. Not just for himself—he decided to gradually involve his family as well.
Rob knew his family had an uncommon advantage: genetics. They were all tall and well-built. His own frame measured 1.91 meters; Victoria had a slim but firm physique; Matthew was taller than average for his age; and Amélie, although small, showed signs of excellent health and vitality. He couldn't afford to waste that advantage.
One afternoon, he organized an informal family meeting in the living room. He prepared fresh juices and set out a tray of dried fruits and berries.
"I want us to start a healthy routine together," he began in a relaxed tone. "I think we could start exercising as a family, go for walks, eat better. Make it fun—what do you think?"Victoria smiled and nodded.
"I've always wanted to be more organized with that. And if it helps keep us active, even better.""Yes, yes!" Matthew said, raising his arm excitedly. "But I want to lift weights like Dad!"Rob chuckled softly."We'll take it step by step, champ."
And so it began: morning exercises, diet changes, family sessions to learn about balanced nutrition. Rob made everything seem like a game—a new lifestyle—without mentioning the real objective. Amélie, though only crawling, joined them, laughing on her mat, while Apolo and Maya ran around as if they understood the mission.
The two pets became an essential part of the routine. Their energy, loyalty, and bond with the children made them natural guardians. Rob even started training them more seriously, teaching them alert, search, and protection commands. He knew that when the time came, they would be more than pets—they would be soldiers.
During those days, Rob also reconnected with one of the most important people in his life: Alan. His lifelong friend, his partner in countless adventures—fearless, a skilled negotiator, and a lover of technology. They had met in college, shared projects, crazy ideas, businesses, and failures. Alan would be an indispensable ally.
He called him one afternoon under the pretext of hosting a casual barbecue."Brother! You have no idea how happy I am to hear from you," Alan answered the phone. "Beba was just asking about you too.""Perfect, because I want to see you all. You, Beba, the kids. Let's get together at my place this weekend."
Alan had two children: Junior, a curious twelve-year-old already standing at 1.75 meters tall, and Lessa, a sixteen-year-old teenager, very slender and standing at 1.65 meters, radiating natural elegance. His family was stable, warm, and close-knit. Rob knew that if anyone could become a true pillar for the future stronghold, it was Alan.
They arrived early on Saturday. Beba brought salads and desserts, while Alan showed up with bags full of drinks and meat to grill.
The afternoon was a success. While the kids played with Apolo and Maya in the garden and Amélie napped in her bassinet, Rob and Alan spoke privately.
"I've been thinking about investing in something big," Rob said, choosing his words carefully. "A property, tech projects, things for the future. I feel like the world could change at any moment, brother. And I want to be ready."
Alan stared at him, then smiled.
"You know I always back you. If you see the potential, I'm in."That was enough.
That night, Rob felt that the first pillar of his network of allies had been placed. Everything was starting to align. The investments were flowing, his family was improving physically, and his friends were close and ready. His plan had begun.
With his spirits high, Rob decided it was time to contact his parents, who lived in a city up north. He picked up the phone and called his mother. Carmen answered with her usual warm, maternal tone.
"Son! How wonderful to hear from you. How are the kids?"
"Everyone's good, Mom. Amélie's growing up beautifully—you know she misses you..." Rob said, smiling so warmly it was almost audible through the phone.
"Oh, my little princess! Give her lots of kisses from me. God, how I miss her!"
Carmen was the matriarch of the family clan—a strong, responsible, and deeply loving woman. Capable of leading the whole family with determination, yet with a heart that melted especially for her grandchildren. And Amélie, being the only granddaughter, was her greatest weakness.
"I wanted to propose something," Rob said calmly but firmly. "How about we organize a family reunion? Everyone together. I have some ideas I want to share, nothing strange, just some things about health and the future.""A clan meeting? Of course! I'll talk to your father and brothers. I'd love to see everyone again. And if it's to take better care of ourselves... you know you can count on me."
Jhon, Rob's father, was a reserved man but with an ironclad work ethic. Overprotective to an extreme, he sometimes struggled to express emotions, but Rob knew deep down his father would give his life for his family. He loved his children with a depth that was often only sensed through his serious gaze and his actions.
Carmen would take care of everything. Rob trusted her. If he could influence her, the rest of the family would follow without question.
And so, with a clear mind and the first circles beginning to close, Rob knew he was on the right path. There was still much to do, but the wheel had begun to turn.
For the first time in a long while, the future felt possible.