Handler XX: Stock Maestro

"Tonight is a night of reckoning."

"It's going to be a fun night, isn't it?" Trent chuckled, arranging his cufflinks.

"Definitely." Thaddeus replied, laughing.

"I've marked all their assets— companies accounts, personal accounts, associates and hidden accounts."

"Nobody's going to know who did it." Marie walked to Trent, touching his back.

"They've never seen something like this done before. I—"

"I've done it before." Trent interrupted, turning to her.

"When?" Shs tilted her head, surprised.

"There's this secret organization that runs Westeron, Celestials..."

"Those little pups with the animal names?" Thaddeus snickered

"Yes. I had them change their leadership recently. Cleared out all the previous leaders funds and assigned it to the new one."

Marie stared at him for a while.

"There's a lot to this world, isn't there?" She chuckled,

"Do I know these people? Morlov—"

"Morlov Sanchez wasn't a part of this group. At least he got into the superior one..."

"As a bottom shrub..." Thaddeus scoffed,

"I am leaving his punishment to you people. It's good that the other shrubs like him dare not try funny business."

"Why not carry on the fun till morning?" Trent smiled at Marie.

"It's perfect."

"The account's going to be swelling..." She chuckled,

"The Sinclairs have hundreds of billions..."

"And It'll all be ours." He laughed softly, turning back to the mirror.

"I don't need the Sinclair funds..." She replied,

"And I don't need Morlov's either."

"What do you need then?"

"I just want to see him suffer." She laughed— low, evil and scheming tone.

"I have everything else."

"Sir..." Xander's voice cut through from outside.

"They're here."

"It's time to put it all to action." Trent turned to her.

"Gramps... you have everything set, yes?"

"Of course. All their secrets..." Thaddeus laughed softly,

"Ready to be released when he cuts his birthday cake."

Trent laughed and stared at her for a few seconds.

"You look so beautiful tonight."

"And you..." She placed her finger on his chest,

"You look so handsome."

"Perhaps you should marry me, my lady..." He laughed, "That'll be beautiful."

She scoffed and watched as he walked past her.

A real marriage...

Was that what he meant?

_____

"It's good to see you again, Trent." Sir Frez turned to him as he entered the car.

"It's great to see you in good health, Sir Frez." Trent chuckled, closing the door.

They all exchanged greetings and Theo started the engine.

"Congratulations on the new company..." Sir Frez chuckled,

"You're the light that never ceases to shine."

"I got some calls from other branch Chiefs..." Anton laughed from the front passenger's seat.

"They want to meet with you."

"That can be arranged." Trent laughed

"What about the President?" Sir Frez asked, cutting in.

"I hear he's given you permission to run our branches but I'm not—"

"That'll be simple to obtain." Marie interrupted, "I'm sure the President will be glad to offer permission."

Sir Frez looked at her and Trent as they looked at each other laughing.

What made them so sure?

"Forgive me for not telling you about Anton, Trent. It was—"

"It's not a problem, Sir..." Trent shook his head,

"Everything has been sorted out."

"Thank you." Sir Frez chuckled,

"I have your back. Anytime, any place. As long as I draw breath."

"Thank—"

"You don't have to care about the other branches if it's a hassle. You've made another huge gain and they eye it."

Trent laughed softly.

Who wouldn't. Over five thousand percent increase from a valuation of two hundred million on the day of listing.

BlueBee Technologies' stock prices skyrocketed to Ten billion dollars in a few hours after listing and is currently rising.

"It's not a hassle." He laughed, leaning his back against the chair.

Having the Handler's Program will be fun.

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"Mr. Ackerman." A man walked towards them as they stood at they reached the entrance to verify their name.

"How may I help—"

"The Family head would love to meet you." The Man interrupted.

He scanned Marie and the others for a second,

"Alone."

They looked at Trent.

"I'll be coming—"

"There's no need, Theo." Trent chuckled, looking at him.

"It's an honor to be invited by the Family Head." He looked at the Man and smiled.

"I'll be back soon." He looked at Marie.

"I love you."

"W–What?" She stuttered, blinking.

"She's a shy one." He laughed, walking towards the Man.

She stared at him as he walked away.

"That was interesting..." Sir Frez chuckled looking at Anton.

"What do you think they'll talk about?"

Anton clenched his fist, jaw tightened.

"I don't care."

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"Trent Ackerman..." Reagan Sinclair called as Trent entered the room.

Joe Stanper and another Man were together in the room.

"It's my honor to be here, Mr. Sinclair." Trent bowed.

He looked at the others.

That must be Matt Sinclair, Reagan's eldest.

"It's great to see you again, Mr. President." He smiled, walking forward.

"I thought we agreed to drop the formality, Trent." Stanper chuckled, standing up.

"Congratulations on your investment." He smiled, glancing at Reagan.

"You make the country proud."

Matt Sinclair stood up and looked at Reagan.

"He looks just like him up close..." He turned to Trent.

"Like—"

"Your investment with BlueBee..." Reagan interrupted Trent,

"I'll love to hear about it."

Trent smiled and looked at Matt Sinclair. Setting the gameboard, are we?

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Matt Sinclair..." He bowed slightly.

"It's great to meet you. I didn't know Leonard—"

Reagan cleared his throat interrupting Matt.

"Let's have Trent seated first, shall we?"

"Right, Father." Matt nodded, chuckling,

"My bad..." He smiled,

"It's just unbelievable."

"So..." Reagan smiled at Trent as he sat down.

"Let's hear what goes on in the head of the best investor in the country when he makes a decision."

"Best investor?" Trent laughed nervously,

"That's a big—"

"You're worth calling the best investor in the world right now, Trent..." Stanper cut in.

"That's right." Matt laughed,

"The best investor in the world. I wonder how you think."

Trent looked at Matt with a smile.

This must be stage one— buttering the pig up.

Let's play along with this cooking class, shall we?

"I–It's nothing much, Mr. Sinclair..." He stuttered, turning to Reagan.

"I just follow my analysis on the market. It's my edge against—"

"This analysis..." Stanper interrupted,

"I wonder if you could share what—"

Reagan coughed, cutting him off.

"The stock market is a battlefield. He doesn't have to share his—"

"It's okay, Mr. Sinclair." Trent interrupted, waving his hand.

"It's not necessary that you share it, Trent..." Stanper chuckled,

"Like I said before, ten more of you will bring us a thousand years of prosperity as a nation."

"It's no big deal." Trent looked at Stanper. "It's just–" he paused,

Matt's eyes brightened immediately.

"You don't have to necessarily say—"

"I have a system where I compile the data and rumors or bits of informations about companies about to list and–" He paused again.

"And?" Matt asked, leaning forward.

"It takes days but it's successful. I had it developed when I was at—"

"The Handler's program." Reagan cut in.

"Y–Yes..." Trent stuttered, nodding.

"I've recently compiled my system and developed a software with my team to—"

"A software?" Stanper interrupted, looking at Reagan.

"With Mr. Xander Ferte?"

"And Angela Reynolds..." Trent nodded, smiling.

"They're really bright minds."

Matt laughed softly and looked at Reagan.

"I started the system with data I collected about the stock market at—"

"The Handler's program." Reagan interrupted Trent.

"There's... something we need to talk about that, Trent."

"I..." Trent looked at him, acting confused,

"Is there a problem, Mr. Sinclair?"

"You don't..." Reagan exhaled, leaning forward. He looked at Trent for a while and then at Matt.

"I'm going to tell you a story, Trent..." He pulled an envelope from his pocket and dropped it on the table.

"I hope you listen."

"...I'm all ears, Sir..." Trent leaned forward, facing him.

"The world has forgotten Trent, but twenty-six years ago, I lost my Son." He closed his eyes and brought his hands together.

"I–I'm sorry about—"

"It's okay." He smiled, looking at Trent.

"Leonard was a bright child growing up." He paused.

"The cruel world stole my Leonard when he was about to shine bright..." He shook his head.

"It's alright, Father. I'm sure Leonard wouldn't—"

"Those Kraven bastards..." Reagan raised his voice interrupting.

"They stole his light..." He said softly, lowering his head.

"I... I am sorry about such a tragedy..." Trent stuttered, "I haven't heard about this—"

"They failed." Reagan raised his head,

"W–What?" Trent blinked,

"Y–You mean he's still—"

"A father's light will shine through his son." Reagan interrupted, standing up.

He picked the envelope and walked towards Trent.

"The Son's light will brighten his Father's legacy."

"I–I don't know what—"

"We never knew that Leonard..." Matt interrupted, shaking his head.

"That Leonard had a Son."

"A son?" Trent looked at Matt.

"I don't understand. That's a good thing isn't—"

"Leonard blessed our family with a Star." Reagan cut in,

"He hid that light to bloom and prosper."

"Who is—"

"You, Trent." Reagan said, placing a hand on Trent's shoulder.

Trent looked at his face confused.

"Me? I—"

"You are my grandson." Reagan nodded,

"You are that star."