Chapter 131
Seoul, South Korea
Hotel’s World Cuisine Restaurant
Lula sat back with a dirty martini in hand, swiveling back and forth on her barstool, watching overly amused.
She knew what Will was doing.
And she knew why he was doing it.
What was even more amusing to her was the loud, cocksure American hadn’t a clue what was transpiring and how his world was about to abruptly change, and not for the better.
Will continued to sit between them, his fingers moving over the keyboard on his laptop, pretending to listen to Calvin Henderson try to sell the Chairman of Rising Moon Technologies on his company’s latest attempt at changing the arms (military weapons) game.
What Calvin Henderson of Patra Defense Industries didn’t know was as he tried to sell something that wasn’t feasible and a violation of the Geneva Convention, his life was about to change.
Lula had seen this before, more times than one would think when in the service of William Lee in a professional capacity, and it never ended well for the one that violated his code.
For being a hacker that stole hundreds of millions of dollars from multiple questionable sources, including drug cartels, dictators, terrorist groups, hate groups, illegal arms (weapons) dealers, just to name a few, William Lee had a code.
Those that broke his very simplistic code were punished for it.
And watching him exact that questionable form of punishment always turned Lula on, even if Will never noticed…
That she knew of.
“Well, what do you think?” Calvin asked with a smile, motioning the bartender over. “A refill, Sweet Thing,” he said.
The bartender refilled his scotch before hurrying away.
It was more than obvious his comment made the young woman uncomfortable.
Will closed his laptop then folded his hands on top of it. “The type of weaponry you are suggesting Patra Defense Industries currently has in development is ambitious,” he said.
Calvin smiled, thinking he was closing the deal of the century.
“It is also impossible according to the natural order of physics and reality, and it is a violation of the Geneva Convention and every international law for humane warfare, regardless of that being an oxymoron in itself,” Will continued.
Calvin’s smile fell.
“Overly ambitious,” Will reiterated. “Tell me something, Calvin Henderson, Patra Defense Industries currently holds five U.S. D.O.D. contracts that they are in jeopardy of losing, yes?” he rhetorically asked. “Their stocks have dropped more than fifty-percent in the past seven days, and your only hope was to land a whale… That is the correct way to use that idiom, yes?” he asked Lula.
She nodded; it was close enough.
“Check the stock price,” Will said, motioning for Calvin to do as instructed.
The American was suspicious, but did as instructed.
Calvin checked the company’s stock price on his phone and his eyes widened; it had skyrocketed, recovering from the drop and then some. “I don’t understand,” he said, looking from his phone to Will before it started vibrating in the man’s hand.
“I would answer that if I were you,” Lula amusingly said, speaking in eloquent English.
The American answered his phone and put it to his ear.
Lula motioned someone over. “Inform security our guest here is no longer an employee of a D.O.D. contractor that is offered services by the hotel,” she said.
The bartender nodded with a small smile then hurried off to call it in.
Calvin hung up his mobile phone, his complexion extremely pale. “What just happened?” he asked, stunned.
Will offered a smile, but there was no mirth in him. “You made many mistakes this evening, Calvin Henderson,” he said.
“Because I was good and tracked you down for a face to face?” Calvin demanded.
Will gave him a look. “Stalking me because I would not grant you an audience is annoying, not to mention unprofessional, but I commend you for your effort,” he said.
“Then why did I just get fired?!” Calvin demanded, his voice carrying throughout the restaurant, stealing the attention of the few patrons dining at that hour. “Why did you get me fired if you commend my tactics to get a meeting?”
Will chuckled. “I didn’t get you fired, nor did I fire you,” he informed the irate man. “I merely bought the company you work for and gave it away to a very beautiful and stunning woman. It was she that fired you,” he said, motioning to Lula.
Lula smiled and wiggled her fingers at him.
“Huh?” Calvin asked, dumbfounded.
“You see,” Will started as he gathered his things to busy himself, “you made many, many mistakes this evening. While you sat here trying to sell me on fantasy sci-fi weapons that are impossible without extraterrestrial assistance, I purchased Patra Defense Industries in the span of an hour.”
Calvin’s eyes widened; that, he didn’t think was possible, especially so fast and without meeting with the Board.
“My reputation would suggest that I will take Patra apart and do as I see fit with,” Will explained, “selling off various patents I now own, reallocating potentially profitable projects and talent, and absorbing the government contracts they were about to lose.”
Lula chuckled; she was getting turned on more and more by the second.
“But my reputation is just that,” Will said. “In actuality, what I’ll do is just sit back and see what she is able to do with her new business. Most likely, it’ll be dumped because there truly is very little it has to offer either of us or Rising Moon Technologies.”
The man was at a loss.
“You did all of this because I pissed you off by crashing your date?” Calvin asked in disbelief.
Will nodded. “Yes. Believe it or not, I can forgive you for nearly all of your mistakes this evening when it pertains to this meeting. But what I cannot, and will not, forgive you for is insulting and implying the future mother of my children was a whore,” he said, getting to his feet.
That, was the most surprising yet.
“All of this because of her?” Calvin wanted to confirm.
Will smiled. “Yes. Security will escort you to your room to pack then escort you from the building. If you make a scene, the stocks you own, which are worth a lot right now, and your 401K retirement account, and the hidden accounts in the Cayman Islands you are hiding from the IRS (Internal Revenue Service) and your wife, will disappear where you will never find them,” he warned, turning with his laptop and headphones in hand.
Calvin started to reach for him, not about to let his go without a fight, when a foot slammed into the side of his head, knocking the American into the bar before he fell to the floor, unconscious.
Will’s eyes followed the long leg that was extended as Lula slowly lowered it to the floor; she would forever protect him regardless of not officially being on his detail.
“He made a scene,” Lula said, cocking an eyebrow with a smirk.
“I knew he would,” Will said. “His stocks and retirement accounts, as well as his hidden nest egg, were already reallocated to a very deserving non-profits with a focus on stopping child sex-trafficking and sex-slavery.”
Lula loved how absolutely ruthless William Lee could be, and she was apparently the only one that got to see it.
“I want you,” she said, taking his hand in hers then pulled him from the restaurant.
“Sometimes,” Will retorted.
Lula spun him around to face her. “No, I want you now,” she informed him before smashing her mouth into his and kissed him passionately.
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