Idris Cruz Valen Point of View

In the grand scheme of things, you either own the world or pretend you're content watching it spin.

That is one and only philosophy in my life and look where it took me!

The place I'm currently standing in right now, and the place behind it, surprisingly, the place beside it and fortunately, ninety percent of the whole city.

In the grand scheme of things, I own the world and never bothered to pretend otherwise.

"Mr. Valen, everyone is waiting for you in the projection room." Owen, my very efficient PA informed me. I nodded but at the same time noticed his expression being juggled between hesitance and worry.

"Are you constipated these days?" I asked with genuine concern but with a cold and expressionless face which I effortlessly maintain, always.

According to me, no matter how many worlds you own or how ridiculously rich you are, the only issue that can make a person both hesitate and worry at the same time and still manage to create little effect on him is – constipation.

I hate to be constipated!

Owen coughed lightly, his face turning pale red, shook his head. "Thank you for asking, Mr. Valen. I'm doing well."

"Actually," He started, hesitated for a moment before continuing. "There are two news, one good and one preposterous." He said, threading very cautiously.

I raised a brow at his interesting words. He has a preposterous news?

How fascinating!

"Let's hear the preposterous one first, then."

"Director Gravely's daughter, Ms. Gravely, she –" Owen paused, obviously not knowing to talk further.

"Ah, I see why this is preposterous. The Gravely's are indeed, each of them is different shades of preposterous. What did she do now?"

"I heard her challenging Director Whitley's daughter that she would make you – fall on your knees and love the path she stepped on. She would make you fall for her so deeply that she would be the oxygen mask for CEO of Valen group." Expected!

This Gravely family is always true to their names. They either crawled out of their graves or trying to dig their own graves always.

I heard she has asthma? She wants to be my oxygen mask? Which watermelon nostril of hers conjured such confidence?

This Miss Gravely is almost nine years older to me and to say she is old is not an exaggeration because I am thirty this year.

"She is now in the projection room, wanting to join the meeting and impress you at the same time." Owen has been working for me for seven years now and I recently started feeling that he is very cautiously having mocking thoughts about me in his mind.

I could tell that even though he looked very serious and obedient, I could tell he is laughing inside secretly.

"Why is she in there?" I frowned. I hate it when non-meeting staff barge into my meetings.

"The meeting today is to discuss about the investments regarding the upcoming television series. Ms. Gravely wants to star in it." As I was getting updated about 'The Gravely self-sabotage', we reached the projection room.

This meeting hall is large, a long table is sitting in the middle of the room. At the head of the table is my seat and behind it, hoisted on the wall is a large screen with my company promotional video playing soundlessly on it.

Everyone stood up and greeted me with respect to which, I nodded curtly. Throwing a glance at the woman who dressed up like a cosplay character of an anime, I scrunched my nose and turned my eyes away from the flashing dough of cosmetics.

Valen group comprises of many businesses and Entertainment is just one of them. However, the profit it gives is quite – sparling.

"Everyone, please take your seats." After everyone took their seats, the financial manager, along with the investment analyst who is specialized in entertainment investments, started projecting their analysis and other data necessary.

The presentation alone took one whole hour but it was a good one. I have to agree that the two has done a good job with everything, from gathering information to speculations, everything was orderly and concise.

"The story came from Writer Dusk and every adaptation from this writer created a blockbuster historical series. The current series – 'The unseen equations of the first kisses' – is sure to hit the TRP. The concept is never-heard-of. It's a new and refreshing concept, truly intriguing and mind-blowing. Mr. Valen, what do you think?" Investment analyst, Mrs. Brew, said with great excitement.

Surely, she read the script and was quite taken by it.

And I read it too. It was indeed good and has a lot of scope to top the ratings this year.

I gave another read of the data and tapped my fingers on the table with contemplation for a while. After calculating everything and making several backup plans for every possibility that might occur, I gave them a tick mark to continue with the project.

"The quotation you presented looks fair with well established theories and speculations. Proceed with the contract but make it certain that the contract is revised by the legal team several times before you put it on my table. I don't want a typo or a mistake that can cost me millions or worse, my reputation." I ordered as stood up to leave.

Just then, as expected, Director Gravely stopped me with a hunched humble posture.

"Mr. Valen, you know my daughter, yes? Cindy Gravely, beautiful and a great actor." He pulled his daughter by her arm to the front and displayed the cosmetic dough to me like a priced treasure.

Ms. Gravely, to her part, acted very shy, sweet and innocent that my old problem knocked me again.

Constipation! And I hate to be constipated!

"You have a father's heart, Mr. Gravely." To call this - beautiful and a great actor. She sucks in both.

However, Old Gravely took my words for a compliment and laughed out with pride. And this intelligent man is a director of my company!

Now I truly believe that my whole Valen Group is still standing proud and pristine, solely because of me.

"Mr. Valen, I will bring the series to a whole new level, please consider me for a role." Young Gravely batted her eyelashes that I could even braid with.

This stupid woman should've used a wig for fake eyelashes.

"You are mistaken Ms. Gravely, this is not a zombie series nor of a fantasy genre. With your perfectly imperfect features, a versatile face like yours, it would be a great let down if you don't play in a dark fantasy trope. Why try for mystery romance?" I hope she gets it!

However, sometimes, dreams are called dreams because they are not close to reality.

She did not understand my words and just like her father, she took my words as praises for her.

"You are so encouraging, Mr. Valen. You truly caused me to fall in love with you." Eww, she blushed.

My constipation worsened!

"What do you think of me? Would you like to date me?" I looked at her straight, with a deep contemplation.

I nodded to myself and checked my pockets but after not finding what I wanted to, I asked Owen if he has any coins.

Owen sure did. He produced a bunch of them from his pocket and gave me. I took a coin and walked straight to Ms. Gravely, who is already standing close to me.

I brought the coin up and attached it on her face. Mr. and Ms. Gravely stood confused and utterly bewildered. Owen, in the meanwhile, on my request, got a medium sized mirror.

Bringing the mirror to show a reflection of her face, "Where is the coin I put on you face?" I asked.

Ms. Gravely patted her face around but couldn't find it. I effortlessly lifted a fold of skin on her face and took out the coin I placed before.

"Everyone has pockets stitched on their clothes, but you, Ms. Gravely has such effective wrinkle pockets that there is no need for you to carry purse or bag." After showing her the mirror of reality, I confirmed it by putting the coin back and taking it out again and again.

"Your wrinkles are a long as bloodhound's, enough to cover up the whole coin. You want to date me? Ms. Gravely, why don't you use your mirror more? Are you in the production line of botox sacs? I can see them on your face. How about look for someone of you age and intellect and stop being paedophile with babies like me. When you were having you first time with a man, I was still resting my mother's womb. Please cease your ideas of corrupting young children like me."

With a heart of genuinely feelings, I advised her wholeheartedly before I shook my head with a wry sigh, turned around and walked away with a very silently yet actively shivering Owen.

Shivering with almost concealed laughter.

"What was the good news again?" Owen recovered from his previous mood soon and asked with a quick glance at me.

"The book you were looking for, I got a note that an old rare copy is currently placed in a stall at the Central flea market. Mr. Valen, we might have to get there now to buy it."

The Central flea market? I raised an eyebrow, a faint flicker of curiosity crossing my mind. Rare books didn't usually end up in places like that. It didn't make sense, but at the same time, the possibility of finally getting my hands on it was too tempting to ignore.

I glanced at Owen, who was already on his feet, eager to get moving. "Alright, let's go."

We made our way through the bustling streets, the noise of the city fading slightly as we got closer to the market. Despite my usual confidence in everything, an odd feeling crept up, like a subtle shift in the air. I couldn't place it exactly—just a quiet, nagging sense that this day was about to bring a change I hadn't expected.

When we reached the market, the familiar smells of old books, antiques, and forgotten treasures filled the air. But something in the cluttered maze of stalls seemed to set me slightly on edge.

Owen kept pace beside me, his expression still calm, but I could sense that he too was picking up on the strange vibe, even if he wasn't saying it outright.

We moved deeper into the market, each step feeling heavier. Then, as we rounded a corner, I saw it—the stall I'd been told about. It was tucked away in the back, barely noticeable among the rows of books and oddities. A small, hand-painted sign read 'Rare Books & Oddities,' and there, just within reach, was the book I'd been hunting for.

I picked up the book and turned it over in my hands, the cover smooth and familiar in its age. There was no denying it—this was the one. But as I stood there, looking down at the old leather binding, I couldn't help but feel that the moment was somehow more significant than just a transaction.

I could feel that this was just the beginning of something. What that something was, I wasn't sure yet.

I had a very familiar feeling once before in my life.

And it was the time when I was about get into a supremely unfortunate incident.

What bad luck is waiting for me here?

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