The silence in the Monaco boardroom was suffocating. Some of the world's most powerful men and women sat frozen in their seats, their egos battling the reality of the situation—Venard West had just declared dominion over their empire.A few tried to chuckle, to dismiss him as another disruptor with a loud voice. But deep down, they knew better. Venard wasn't just talking—he was executing.(The Turning Point)One of the old tycoons, a media mogul worth billions, leaned forward, attempting to regain control."Mr. West, I respect your… boldness. But influence and power are two different things. You have the people's ears, yes, but we own the infrastructure. We own the satellites, the banks, the institutions. So tell me, how exactly do you plan to 'run this'?"Venard smirked. He'd been waiting for this exact moment."You still don't get it, do you?" he said, his voice smooth, confident. "You own the satellites? Cute. I own the minds that program them. You own the banks? That's adorable—I own the tech that's making them obsolete. You own the institutions? Funny… because I own the information that could burn them to the ground overnight."Then, he tapped his custom diamond-encrusted watch, and the LED screen on the wall flickered to life. What played next made the room go dead silent.(Checkmate)It was footage. Emails. Documents. Names. Secrets that weren't supposed to exist outside classified files.Bribes. Hidden offshore accounts. Human trafficking rings linked to politicians. Private mercenary contracts funding wars that weren't supposed to happen.Everything they thought was locked away in the depths of their most secure servers was now sitting in Venard's hands.And he wasn't even bluffing."Let me make this simple," Venard continued, pouring himself another drink, completely unbothered. "I'm not here to negotiate. I'm not here to join your little club of dinosaurs trying to hold on to power. I'm here to let you know that your era is over. My era? It's just beginning."One of the younger billionaires, clearly shaken, wiped his forehead. "What… what do you want?"Venard leaned back, his presence filling the room like an unstoppable force."I don't want anything. I already have everything. But here's how this works: You either adapt to the new world I'm building… or you become a casualty of the old one you're still clinging to."(The New Order)Within weeks, Venard West Thoughts went from being the most powerful platform in the world to something more—a global shadow government.It wasn't official. There were no elections, no titles. But everyone knew the truth. World leaders consulted Venard before making major decisions. Markets responded to his words more than they did to the Federal Reserve. Wars stopped when he exposed their hidden financiers.Venard wasn't just reporting on the world anymore.He was commanding it.(The Final Warning)One night, an anonymous hit squad attempted to take him out. It was expected. Power like his didn't come without enemies. But Venard was always five steps ahead. They never made it past his outer perimeter. Their bodies were found floating off the coast of Italy the next morning.The message was clear: "Try again, and you won't even exist in history books."From that day forward, no one dared challenge Venard West.Because he had become something more than a man, more than a billionaire, more than a political force.Venard West was the future.
TO BE CONTINUED…