Chapter Three…..

Harry made the decision to start a business when a month after his seventh birthday he discovered he had over forty million pounds in his account. He didn't use his credit card much and he wasn't the sort prone to extravagance, also he made wise and judicious investments in inconspicuous businesses. It was surprising that he had managed to amass such outstanding figure in a year and a few months but it was not really surprising when he did the calculations.

He poured a lot of his columnist and multi brand ambassadorship salaries into different profiting businesses.

For instance, one of the business he invested in was a paper production business. He own nineteen percent shares in the less than half a decade young business. They made all types of papers from tissues to exercise books. According to survey, paper was the biggest consumable in the world and according to the company's marketing team they owned forty percent of the paper market in the UK. That percentage of the market numbered was over twenty million British citizens. A single tissue paper was five pounds and a note book fifteen. Selling to twenty million of the population net them over one billion profit annually and a huge percentage of that money was Harry's.

This company was just one of several Harry had tapped into that had inconspicuous business products which brought in lots of money. One was a bottling company which sole product was bottled water. They had surprised Harry by proving that the water business was more lucrative than he'd expected.

Seeing the figures he had in his account, Harry decided that with this money he will begin his journey to owning something many bureaucratic organizations possessed already, economical power.

There were several limitations holding him back from achieving this goal however. The biggest of them all was age. But he had a plan to overcome that and that plan was centered around one particular individual: Jack Wilde.

As a minor Harry can of course be the owner, director, officer, or manger of a business entity. He can also be a founder only having to cross over some minor legal hurdles, but he won't have as much free reign as he'd have if he was an adult. A guardian's signature will be needed for many things and this was where Wilde comes in.

Jack Wilde was once an educator at Eton. He was retired, citing lack of interest in the job, and left without much explanation given for clarity. This was because his reason was far from the truth as to why he resigned. Wilde had refused to take bribes from an elite family to help their son with a bit of examination malpractice. The family dug up his worst secret and threatened to release it to the public if he don't leave the school.

Harry found this out from Alex Wingate, a fellow classmate of grade five. It was his elder brother Wilde had refused to help cheat. With a bit of cajoling Harry had been able to make Alex tell him Wilde's secret. The great secret was that Wilde was homosexual.

Harry had several plans on how to use this to his benefit and that was why on this sunny Saturday he was standing before the door of a small apartment on the third floor of an apartment complex in Greenwich with a briefcase in hand. This was Wilde's residence and Wilde was Harry's answer to the limitations causeed by his age.

He rapped on the door and waited. Exactly fourteen seconds later the door opened to reveal a haggard looking man with wild brown hair and steel grey eyes. He had a bushy and unkept beard which, along with his wild hair and callous face, gave him the appearance of a lion.

"Mr. Wilde?" Harry enquired.

"Yeah, kid?" Wilde answered, looking at him in drunk confusion. Harry smelt the alcohol on his breath when he spoke. "What do you want? I don't give out candies."

"And it's not Halloween. Even if it is, trick or treating is not exactly my thing," Harry brushed off. "I'm here about your involvement with the acronym of German Angry Yager."

The drunk educator became even more confused by Harry's words and then he gained a thoughtful look as he went over what Harry just said. When Harry saw his eyes widen, he pushed past the man and entered the apartment.

Drab was the perfect word for describing the tiny apartment. Worn-out was also another good one. The leather chairs in the living room were starting to peel off, the rug stank horribly, the curtains had barely been saved from being burned down and their edges were charred.

Strange smells were coming from the tiny kitchenette, smells Harry's nose registered as overdue dishes and spoilt food.

The bedroom door was closed and Harry was glad for this. From what he's seen in just the living room and kitchenette areas he wasn't really sure he was ready to see what untidy sight the bedroom had to offer.

The place was worse than a fugitive's hide-hole. It lacked in luxury and not only because Wilde had lacked the money to buy expensive things for himself, but also because he probably sold any expensive propertie he'd owned after losing his job five years ago and had been continuously rejected at every job application.

It was when Harry was done with his sightful survey of the apartment that Wilde finally recovered from his surprise.

"Please I don't want anymore trouble with your family," the man said, closing the door and walking forward cautiously.

Harry chuckled. "I'm not a Wingate, Mr. Wilde."

"You're not?" Wilde asked, his words slurred as he sought confirmation to Harry's denial.

"Indeed. What I am is the solution to your five years of suffering."

"What rubbish are you talking?"

Harry gestured at the decrepit surroundings. "You haven't been experiencing a nice life for the last half decade. I know the reason for this, hence the acronym I gave you earlier. What I'm here to tell you is that I can put an end to all this."

"How?" Wilde asked intrigued.

This really confirmed for Harry that the man was drunk. If he wasn't there's no way he would stand there listening to a seven years old talking about fixing all of his life problems, no matter how well-spoken that seven years old was. It worked in his favour though, Wilde being drunk, so he decided not to look at this gift horse in the mouth.

He laid his briefcase on Wilde's wooden coffee table and opened it. Inside were documents, manila envelopes, and folders.

"Go through those and see how," he told the older man.

Reluctantly, and guided by drunkenness, Wilde sat down and began to read the files. Harry interpreted his host sitting down as an invitation for him to take his seat. He sat down and watched as Wilde began read. The more documents he read the more the man started to gain an expression of excitement and he became over joyful when he picked up the manila envelopes and saw the pictures they held.

"Is this for real?" He asked Harry, showing him the images. They were of Charles Wingate, patriarch of the Wingate family, commiting several crimes. In one he was secretly photographed closing a drug deal. Another was of him standing near the body of a missing journalist while his bodyguards dug a grave. There were many more incriminating photos of Wingate among the piles of photographs.

"Real and can be verified. Wingate is not really good at not leaving a trail or even leaving false trails," Harry responded. "One of those photographs is of him dealing with a person of interest to MI6. I'm sure submitting all this to them will get the Wingates off your case."

Wilde hummed thoughtfully. "You aren't really a kid are you?" He asked and Harry considered it as the most drunken question he's ever heard and he have heard many from Vernon's and Marge's mouths at many a evening celebration feasts. Harry didn't bother answering Wilde's question and the man lifted a dossier. "And I'm guessing the payment for you helping me with this problem will be me signing this?"

"Have you thoroughly gone through the files?" Harry responded with his own question and received a nod from the man. "Then your assumption is correct."

"How much will my salary be?" The drunk asked.

A lot factored into that seemingly benign question. First was the type of business Harry was planing to run. It was a PSC, a private security company, which he have already given the name Heracles Private Security. Services rendered will include bodyguard rental, coastguard rental for private beaches, e.t.c.

There will be a wage of 100 pounds per hour with seventy percent coming to the company and thirty going to the bodyguards. Harry had enough resources to manage just five thousand employees so a daily profit will be 500,000 pounds with thirty percent of course going to the employees, reducing it to 350,000. In a month that'd be 10,500,000 and in a year, approximately, 126,000,000.

These amazing figures can be increased exponentially if he were to, say, losen his pocket a bit and pour more resources into management. He could increase his employee numbers to ten thousand and get a daily income of one million. But all this depended on Wilde's marketing and management skills and Harry was not hesitant to tell him so.

"It all depends on your performance as a COO. If you do well and meet the quota set in the files you just read then your share will be five percent of the net profit after all the other expenses from the net revenue have been settled."

This meant that if their net profit was as good as the positive figure of about 300,000 Harry had calculated, Wilde will be getting 15,000 from it, leaving Harry with 285,000. It was is huge amount but Harry didn't like to think that Wilde will be getting 450,000 monthly so he planned on making the man's salary strictly monthly as opposed to the hourly wages for his low level workers and he fully intended to cheat Jack Wilde. He simply can't rest easy submitting such whopping sum to the man every months end. The man's salary was going to be nothing more than 50,000 and that's if things go accordingly with the calculations Harry made and if Wilde did a good job at managing the business.

Fifty thousand pounds was more than Jack Wilde see in a year nowadays so Harry was certain that the man will jump at this opportunity. After all, it's is not everyday one is faced with the opportunity of a six-hundred thousand pounds annual salary job.

"What?" Wilde asked, wide-eyed. Harry for a second feared that the man was going to reject the offer then he saw the jubilation dancing in the drunk's unsettled eyes and relaxed. "That could be so much money."

Harry was glad the man put it that way and decided to emphasize the point. "Could be," he stressed, "if you do as good a job as the requirements states."

"Of course, of course," the man agreed. "So do you have anything I can sign with."

Harry gave him a pen and watched as he signed the employee contract. All in all, he was really fortunate to have caught Wilde drunk. It could also turn out to be a problem as the man might sue for being taken advantage of in his inebriated state. He wouldn't though as he was an aspiring socialite who love to mingle with the conservative old money and movers and shakers crowd. Harry held a secret that could put an end to the possibility of any mingling on Wilde's part. If it were to be discovered that Wilde played for the opposite team then he'd become a pariah among his beloved elite crowd.

This did not mean that Harry won't still try to dig up more dirt on the man so that he could tighten the control he had on him already. The private investigator he had anonymously paid to work on Wingate was already digging into Wilde's past. Already Harry knew that the man was once involved with a Dexter Taylor, a respectable yet formidable member of the parliament. He had left no trail on his end about his past fling with Wilde but Wilde hadn't been equally as cautious and now Harry knew a secret that only both men were supposed to know. If Harry was to tattle in a manner that it won't be traced back to him then Taylor would immediately assume that Wilde betrayed him and Wilde will find himself with an enemy, who by the look of things, might be considerably worse than Wingate.

Oh, the power of blackmail, Harry thought with relish. All he'd need to do if he wanted to use this information to strengthen the control he had on Wilde would be to hint at his knowledge of the man's past affair, but he refrained from doing that now. It'd be more effective if Wilde is sober.

The man finished signing the papers and returned the pen to Harry. "Whoo!" He exclaimed, to express his delight at this unexpected turnaround in his life.

"Now all that is left is for my guardianship to be transfered to you," Harry announced.

Wilde scoffed and made a dismissive gesture. "That won't be a bother. All it will take is to grease some palms at the social service office and I will be made your guardian in a less than a day. They will even help fabricate a reason. It'd help though if you don't have any blood relatives."

"How do you know this?" Harry questioned, suspiciously.

Wilde smirked. "You forget that I once socialized with the elite. Most of them are actually beggars fighting over the children of a rich relative they murdered."

Harry filed that unexpected information away for later. Wilde was proving to be more valuable than he'd first taught and, Harry was only considering this now, if he still had contacts among the British elites then it may make things easier for Harry in obtaining political, financial, and economical power.

Harry shrugged and got up. "Well if you are sure. The person I want to be transfered out of her care is my last living relative."

Wilde grinned. "That's good," he said, tactlessly. "It will be enough."

The problem now was that Harry wanted something solid that won't look bad in his records later in future. As he understood it, a credible reason for the transfer of guardianship would be better in the long term than a half-assed made up reason by an incompetent and bribed social worker.

He wanted to maintain a seemingly spotless record and he was doing well so far. Regardless of what he'd speculated earlier about the possibility of Wilde suing him for taking advantage of his intoxicated mind the truth was that if Wilde attempted such outrageous thing he'd lose to public opinion and then lose again in the court of law. Now one would believe that a seven years old could be that manipulative and it won't be a solid case to have legs to stand on in court. There'd be no evidence and to everyone Wilde, a poor man, will appear to be taking advantage of Harry, a hard-working kid millionaire.

As for the blackmail, Harry was yet to outright blackmail the man and was not planning to ever do something so unsubtle. He was only dropping hints clear enough that they left warning marks. For this also, Wilde won't ever be able to provide any prove.

Harry was covering his tracks, progressing well, fooling those around him, and he'd very much like it if things stayed this way

"No it won't," he told Wilde, putting paid to that notion. "I will supply you with clear evidence that will make the people at social service jump at the opportunity to make the next available, and trustworthy person my guardian. Hell, they might even consider just emancipating me if not for my extremely young age."

"That must be some evidence," Wilde said. There was no doubtfulness in his tone. He'd already seen what Harry was capable of in the form of the Wingate files. Harry believed that he may already even be slowly earning the man's respect.

"Yeah, it's quite solid," he responded. His evidence was more than solid. He have enough evidence to bury Vernon and Petunia in decades of jail term and make sure Dudley never leave a correction center till he's an adult. For Vernon there were some proves about embezzlement from Grunnings, acceptance of bribes, harassment of female workers, abuse of one Harry James Potter, several attempted murder on that same Harry James Potter, possible accomplice of one murder, associates of black-listed individuals, and many more.

For Petunia it wasn't half as bad but still enough to get her locked up.

He sighed and bent over to pack up his briefcase on the coffee table. Standing up, he straightened his rather lacking height and looked up at Wilde with a steely gaze. "I will be here tomorrow. Please be sober."

Without another word he left the man's horrible apartment. He had been certain that Wilde will take the job and he hadn't been wrong. It may have also helped that the Wingates had placed a career noose around Wilde's neck, using their influence to make sure the man never get a job again that was beyond blue-collar. Wilde was in debts and he could barely afford groceries nowadays. Harry had struck gold, he'd found the correct victim that was going to be extremely loyal.