Handler XX: Stock Maestro

"Miss Montclair?"

The lady paused for a while before answering.

"Lord Stella... It's my honor to meet you like this"

"Wow..." He chuckled, eyes scanning through the card.

The daughter of one of the most Powerful Senators in the country was handling Logistics...

So, she's kind of a head herself.

Was the Senator also part of Lumina?

"S–Sir..." She stuttered

"We should meet to talk soon"

"Yes, Sir"

"Is... The Senator part of---"

"No..." She cut in,

"Sorry for interrupting"

"It's no problem"

So he's not part.

How and why did she join the organization, then?

"You can get all the information of the country's members through the information department"

"Okay" he muttered,

"I'll do just that. Thank you"

"Let me know if there's anything I can help with— movement of assets of any kind or coordinations for---"

"I'll reach out if anything comes up"

"Alright, Sir"

"Have a nice day" he chuckled, hanging up.

He exhaled looking at the phone's screen.

If she was part of Lumina and an Integral part no less in the country's structure, why was she interested in stocks?

"It's probably a way to build an identity and help her father" he muttered, tucking the card away.

"You got all that, Musk?"

"Yes, Sir. I'm running the final scans on their voices and filtering every disruption that might alter them. I'll pull out all available records of them after this"

"Good" He mused, sitting down on the chair, opposite the computer.

After a few seconds,

"Completed"

Different pictures uploaded to the screen, arranged in the order he'd made the call.

"Thank you" Trent muttered as he scanned through the pictures

Frederico Hausain— former security engineer for Yeager Corp, the world's biggest Data Security company in the world.

Married with two kids.

Head of Lumina's Westeron Intelligence Division.

Sango Bolu— Second Son of Conglomerate, Sango group. Top Business organization from the South Western Continent.

Gave up on the succession race willingly even though it was in his favor.

Moved to Westeron 15 years ago.

Head of the Business and Finance division.

These are some very interesting people.

He chuckled as he continued.

Yenifer Olaf— Former Director of---

Wait... What?

Former Director of the NIA?

Holy Shit...

Head of the Internal Affairs division.

He scanned through the other names quickly—

Major General Rector Frennu— head of Military and Security Division.

Alexander Miles— Science and Technology division.

Orion Seline— Cultural and Influence Division.

Paul Stones— Recruitment and Indoctrination.

And lastly...

Courtney Montclair— Logistics

Damn.

What a list...

He chuckled as he looked at the screen

"Musk..."

"Sir"

"Can you help me send each of them a message for me. One that can't be traced"

"Yes, Sir. What should the message be about?"

Hmmm...

I should get another place, first.

"That's good. I'll get back to you on it"

"Alright, Sir"

Trent hummed as he walked away onto the stairs.

All those people under me— to heed my word, second only to the Emperor's in this domain.

Such a good fortune.

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He glanced at his phone as he stepped out of the building— the phones interface was back to normal.

He dialed Kimberly's number and walked slowly waiting for it to connect.

"Hello, Trent... I'm sorry I've not been able to contact you about---"

"Don't worry about it. You can take as much time as you want, I understand"

"...Thank you"

"And that's not why I'm calling" he paused, surprised to see Anton standing at the front.

He turned his face away as Anton turned towards him.

"Is there a problem?" Kimberly asked,

"...No" he cleared his throat,

"I wanted to ask if there's any private estate that's on sale"

"Private estate" she thought for a second.

"I think there's some around the country"

"Is there any in the City?"

"...I'll look into it for you"

"Thanks..." He chuckled,

"How's Mikhail doing?"

"He's doing great" she chuckled,

"Just been busy recently with a lot of work and his Uncle's health"

"Is there any more problems with the old man?"

"He's developed Alzheimer's. The stroke cut off blood flow to the brain... That's what the doctor said"

Ah.

That must be rough.

I should talk to Angela and see how she's holding up.

"I hope Mikhail's healthy..." He muttered

"He is... holding up" she exhaled,

Holding up, huh?

"I'll look for what you need for your, Trent. It just---"

"Take all the time you need" he chuckled,

"Alright. Thank you very much. It won't be very long"

"Thank you, Kimberly" he replied, hanging up.

Before he could take a step further, his phone rang again— Isak.

"What's up, Man" he answered sharply

"It's all good. What's up?"

"Everything's good. Good morning" he replied, walking towards Anton.

"Good morning. You home?"

"Yeah. Are you coming here?"

"Depends..." Isak chuckled

"Will you be home for the next hour"

"I don't have anything planned for the next hour, so yeah"

"Alright. See you soon. You've got space, yeah?"

"Space?"

"I'm bringing the bad boy along"

Oh.

"Yeah, I've got space"

"Good..." Isak mused,

"See you in half an hour"

He tucked his phone, glancing at Anton as he reached where he stood.

"We need to talk" Anton turned to him as he walked past.

He exhaled, turning slowly towards Anton.

"We do need to talk, huh?"

Marie tried to sneak back in as she stepped out, seeing them like that.

"What's up?" Trent chuckled, turning to her,

"I–I'm going..." She paused, stepping out,

"You know what?" She growled

"Fuck both of you... You guys should settle like Adults. You're his son— he's your dad. He's always being your father figure, no? I used to think he was being partial but it's understandable now, no?"

Trent glanced at Anton.

She's right.

"I know that fact" he muttered,

Anton's expression softened.

"I know it's not really a nice way to go about parenting, but I've done a lot to pay for what I've done"

Hah...

That look doesn't suit him at all.

Trent walked very close to him and stared at his face— they stared at each other for a while.

"Come here, old Man" he hugged Anton immediately, startling him.

"I understand you" he muttered as he tightened the embrace.

Anton's hands wavered on the air for a while before landing at Trent's back to embrace him too.

"T–Thank you" he sniffled,

"It's not your mother's fault either. We just did it to protect you and be able to see you"

"You didn't even know she was still alive"

"...I just assumed she was dead. It's better than thinking that---"

"That she abandoned us" Trent scoffed,

"Y–Yeah..."

It doesn't seem like she did.

"Now" Trent mused, turning his head towards Marie who was still watching them as he broke the embrace

"What should we talk about?"

"Uh..." Anton stuttered

"Shouldn't we talk about the Basketball tournament? The briefing can be done as we stroll" Marie cut in

"I thought you were headed out" Trent turned to her

"I was just going to stroll around" she huffed

"Let's stroll around, then" Anton chuckled, glancing at her.

She joined them and they walked quietly towards the fields,

"You seriously are living the life" Anton chuckled, turning to Trent.

"Money" Trent scoffed,

"Makes things go around"

"You sound like an arrogant wealthy ass" Marie scoffed

"Told him... He's become a rich asshole" Anton laughed, glancing at Trent.

"You won't believe that less than just a year ago, he was sad because he couldn't get the complete amount from the program"

"Did he cry?" Marie teased, nudging Trent mockingly.

"I didn't" he scoffed

"You sure were sobbing like a baby" Anton laughed.

"Let's talk about the basketball tournament now, yeah?" Trent scoffed

"Yeah" Anton chuckled,

"The information you're going to get is about recent activities that have been happening in Kraven and information on their agents in Westeron"

What?

"I thought it'd be some high level information" Marie huffed

"It's high level enough. He's been on a mission to investigate what's happening within the country and has used his position as someone courting a princess of Direct bloodline and a star basketball player---"

"Yeah, yeah..." She waved her hand, looking at Trent.

Was he not going to tell Anton about the Yolaf files?

As their eyes met, Trent realized what she was thinking and shook his head slowly.

She sighed, turning to Anton who continued to walk

"You should get some horses here" he chuckled as they reached the field.

"Yeah?" Trent hastened his steps to catch up to him, nodding at Marie.

"You could also turn the place to a race track" she chuckled, "Do some construction and put some bad babies here. You've got the money"

"That's going to cost a lot" Anton chuckled

"You haven't been checking his trading history, huh?" Marie whistled glancing at Trent

"Be honest... How much you got now?"

"8..." He mused, looking at them.

"You're still at 800 million? I thought you'd be past that since the 770 then"

"30 millions a huge amount" Anton raised a brow

"You don't know the monster you created. He's playing with the---"

"$8.5 billion" he cut in sharply with a smirk

They gasped, eyes widening

"Ei–Eight billion?" Anton stuttered, raising a brow

Trent chuckled pointing upwards at the helicopter that was approaching

"Don't be surprised yet"