Mondays are great 3

Mondays are great. Regardless of age, isn't it proper to use polite speech with each other? I don't even use casual speech with kids I bump into on the street. They're individual persons too. Kids love knowing even they deserve respect—how much more so between grown adults? Is it right to hurl abuse at someone just because their rank is lower? There were even big corporations that beat their employees under the pretext of paying salaries... Fuck, what a shitty world.

I slowly walked toward the old man. As people around pulled out their smartphones, I casually released some mana. Crackle—! Pop! Pop!! Pop. People gasped and jumped up from their seats as their electronic devices exploded with the smell of ozone.

"I'm counting to three. If you're not sitting by then, I kill the first asshole who stood up."

My voice, infused with mana, froze the entire conference room.

"Ah... fuck, now it's quiet. Hey, you white-haired motherfucker. Try talking shit one more time. S-rank hunters don't get arrested for killing people. Thanks to the 'Hunter Support Ordinance.' I could kill you right now, and your whole family too, and I wouldn't face punishment."

The old man started hiccupping at my bloodthirsty shout.

"P-Park, Team Leader... Our audit committee member is just quick-tempered... Please calm down..."

The CTO, who at least knew me, forced an awkward smile and tried to smooth things over. I held back since yelling more wouldn't lead anywhere but murder. I let out a light sigh and turned away, only for a sharp voice to ring out behind me.

"Tch. These young punks these days have no manners."

"......"

Silence fell. The CTO's face went pale as a ghost. He'd sensed my killing intent.

"No!"

Just as I released mana to blow his head off, Seo Ji-hye, the CEO, burst through the door.

I retracted my mana, feeling ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a bit embarrassed, and looked at Seo Ji-hye. She bowed 90 degrees toward me politely, then lightly grabbed my sleeve. Led by her hand, I sat in the top seat at the table—the one meant for the CEO. The conference room buzzed again.

"Shareholders and executives of WJ Games."

Standing beside me, Seo Ji-hye dominated the room with her voice cold as ice.

"First, let me introduce this gentleman. He is Park Woojin, Chairman of the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠WJ Group."

Her bombshell declaration left shock on everyone's faces. One person shot up, and the rest followed in a wave, bowing to me.

Fuck. So this is the power of money.

I stood and bowed back politely.

"Chairman, I wanted to come fetch you myself, but with employees watching, I asked Assistant Manager Jin Sun-mi to escort you. Can't interrupt your office worker playtime, after all."

Office worker playtime. It wasn't pleasant to hear, but not wrong.

"I'm formerly Park, Team Leader at WJ Games. Side gig. The CEO of this company... isn't me."

I stood, sat Seo Ji-hye in my spot, and took the chair she'd been about to use.

"Understood, Team Leader Park. You're busy, so I'll get straight to the point. Let me explain why we've gathered the shareholders and executives today."

Seo Ji-hye took a light breath, flashed me a grin, and moved her lips.

"You probably already know this, Team Leader Park."

She pointed to the beam projector screen. It displayed the main DART (Electronic Disclosure System) page.

"We used to share internal info first with executives and special shareholders, but from today, per Team Leader Park Woojin's request, we're disclosing simultaneously on DART."

Murmurs of discontent erupted everywhere. The company had been a mess—using shareholder meetings as an excuse to share insider info and hog the sweet deals. I'd nipped that in the bud.

Right then, a new disclosure popped up on the DART main screen like a notification.

The room froze in an instant. I knew what it said—I'd told Seo Ji-hye to sell half her shares when they hit 1.8 million won each. It had come sooner than expected.

"As you can see, half our shares—mine, Team Leader Park Woojin's, and CEO Jiwon Young’s—have been sold to Samjeong via block deal at 1.8 million won per share. And this contract has one special condition, requested by Team Leader Park Woojin."

The murmurs peaked.

"In exchange for our shares, the contract specifies: 'For 24 hours from this disclosure, Samjeong will buy any shares sold by other WJ Games shareholders at the same price of 1.8 million won.' This is all in the full disclosed contract."

The old man who'd mouthed off earlier stared blankly at the screen, then yelled.

"W-Where's that contract? Does that mean we can sell too?!"

"Yes. The market now knows the majority shareholder has changed. No one guarantees the price after. It's your call."

"But after the [Zero Simul Lacra] showcase, weren't the stocks supposed to rise more? What if it goes above 1.8 million?!"

Despite already having a golden opportunity, several shareholders wavered at the old man's greedy words.

"I'm not selling! It'll go higher. A big corp like Samjeong's buying! Of course it'll rise!"

The old man started agitating the crowd not to sell. I looked at him pitifully.

"Meeting's over. Confirm and decide for yourselves."

At my gesture, waiting staff handed out new smartphones to attendees. They frantically checked disclosures and opened brokerage apps.

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As I left the conference room, Seo Ji-hye followed with awe in her eyes.

"Master... I had no idea you'd add that condition to the block deal and set this up. All shareholders get a fair shot now."

Alone now, she naturally called me 'Master' and trailed behind.

"It's only right. People bought in on Zero Simul Lacra hype—they deserve equal info to decide. No more scamming retail investors."

"Excluding securities transaction tax, brokerage fees, and comprehensive financial income tax, the net proceeds of 1.35 trillion won have been deposited into your account, Master."

1 trillion won... I swallowed dryly at the unimaginable sum. From selling 10 million of my 20 million shares.

"But... why did Samjeong go for the block deal? What do you think, Ji-hye?"

"Hostile takeover? I figure they'll aim for 51%."

Hostile takeover—buying up a rival's superior tech shares on the market to legally seize control.

"CEO Ji-hye. Back to the conference room."

In the small meeting room, we talked while watching the screen. News articles on the showcase only covered story and synopsis.

"We cashed out billions, sure... but why Samjeong? Did they predict our game would be a massive hit?"

"No clue. Even with Samjeong's 1,000 trillion market cap... it defies logic."

"They could've talked 5 trillion for acquisition and we'd hand it over... Why pay a premium for over 10 trillion?"

I tilted my head at Samjeong's absurd block deal. Silence settled in the room. My head ached from the complexity.

Then it hit. Seo Ji-hye quietly approached. Without a word, she knelt and slowly unzipped my pants.

Zip— Her hot breath touched my thigh. Crouching reverently, she took me into her mouth.

"Master... when thoughts stall, awakening other senses can clear the path."

Not wrong. Seo Ji-hye's blowjob was beyond mere act—artistic mastery. Her soft tongue licked up the shaft, her hot mouth enveloped the head. I closed my eyes and surrendered to her service.

Slurp... slurp slurp...

Stroking her rhythmically bobbing hair, I gazed at the analog clock on the wall.

Tick, tock... The second hand moved steadily. Time. Speed.

Suddenly, a hypothesis flashed like lightning.

"Maybe they're racing against the clock for something urgent?"

Seo Ji-hye paused mid-suck and looked up. Her eyes sparkled with intellect.

"Ah... could be. Acquisition takes time... so to block something fast? Mmm~"

She resumed. Emboldened, I voiced the next hypothesis.

"Hostile takeover to stop Zero Simul Lacra's release?"

Grabbing her head, I thrust hard. Her glurk sounded like agreement. Hostile takeover confirmed—and to block something, it had to be Zero Simul Lacra.

"Then... securing 51% control means no more buys... Scrap Zero Simul Lacra, and retail takes the hit on the hype bubble."

Memories of my pre-stock days surfaced. Fuck... retail always bled from these games.

I came deep in her mouth and whispered in her ear.

"CEO Seo Ji-hye, handle PR. Frame it as takeover to block Zero Simul Lacra release. Retail invested on our hype—they'll lose big waiting for launch. We created the hype, we cover their losses with my profits."

"Pardon??"

Her trembling voice echoed hollowly. Unsurprising from her view.

"Do as I say. Your money's safe."

"Yes... understood."

"I hate fleecing retail. Be careful from now on, CEO Seo Ji-hye."

"Yes!"

Moments later, "Master... Samjeong secured 51%. As of today, they're WJ Games' de facto owner."

"PR started?"

"Yes! Articles dropping as requested."

Then, Seo Ji-hye's eyes widened in surprise.

"Team Leader Park. Official notice from Samjeong: '[Extraordinary Shareholders' Meeting Convocation and Board Composition Change Agenda].'"

Calling one right after 51%? They were desperate.

"Read the notice."

I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠raised a hand to cut her off.

"As expected, goal's blocking Zero Simul Lacra release... We could've built ten new companies with the sale proceeds... Why this madness? CEO Seo Ji-hye, who filed the IP for Zero Simul Lacra?"

"Manager Shin Bo-mi."

"Is Manager Shin Bo-mi in today?"

"No... We were looking for her, but no phone or contact."

"Damn... Get her home address. No—I'll find it. Be right back."

I hurried. Manager Shin Bo-mi could be in danger.