"Shred it, destroy it, burn it, cut it apart, take over what's left of the company. Its founders, every single one of them, ruin them. Use the full might of our people. Use every speck of dirt you can gather. Who they fuck, their fetish, their vices, some even went to that island. I want the company and its founders erased from history. They're the lowest sort of Wall Street scum. The kind who twist every ounce of power just to wreck the world for their own gain. They'll claw at the whole pie, whatever it costs, even if it means leaving millions, billions, crushed in their path."
"..."
"A-Aren't we the same?"
Dudley frowned at that, a hint of disappointment in his eyes. "Is that how you see me?"
"No, I mean—"
"Ed, listen. My morals are grey, not black, right? If someone put ten billion on the table for ending a life and one billion for saving it, I would take the one billion every single time. I'm not a saint, but I'm not a bleeding psychopath. Those pricks, though, oh, they would kill the poor sod, revive him, then murder him again and again like it's some perverse sport. What we're doing is going to push this world ahead by decades. We're revolutionizing the medical industry; in a few years, we'll be able to grow whole limbs, and it'll be as affordable as getting a fucking tooth ripped out. With Magic, we're working on tech that'll change the world.
"Spells that strip our research waste and material costs down to near nothing. My dream, and I feel every tech company's dream, should not be to maximize shareholders' profits, but to advance this planet to a height where all problems can be solved with tech. While making money, of course, but without being fucking evil. And if unchecked greed comes in my path, in whatever form, I'll give my all to crush it, destroy it. D&D will never go public for the same reason."
"What's the end goal?" Edwin asked as he stood. "I'm here for the long haul, boss. I enjoy working here. I just want to understand how far we're aiming to go."
Dudley was silent for a while.
He turned around and looked at the Thames River out of the glass window.
"I'm not a perfect man, I've done fucked up things, personally. But as long as D&D can improve the world, give it better options, I'll keep going. Food growing in deserts, so hunger is no more. Water pulled from thin air, so thirst is nothing but a memory. The day you can wake up, board a rocket, and walk on Mars before tea, that's the day I'll know it's working. Relentless progress, that's the dream. And if in chasing it we rake in a mountain of money, I'll bloody well take it. If a few bastards need trampling to get there, then they'll be trampled."
Finally, he turned back to Edwin.
"My dream is similar to others. Only, instead of maximizing shareholders' profit, we'll profitably maximize our company's global impact—positive impact."
Edwin sighed, giving a nod. "It's a slippery slope, boss. If you were just another tech-bro out of MIT, I'd have doubted. But I believe you."
"Great." Dudley clapped. "Now I'm off to my vacation."
"With the secretary?" Edwin eyed him with a smirk.
"As I said, ain't a perfect man."
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It would have been a lie if Narcissa Malfoy said she wasn't nervous. Deciding to join Dudley Dursley on the vacation was tough. But she made it, and now she felt as if she had walked into an entirely different world.
Dressed in a simple, elegant full-sleeved white shirt and a long, cream-colored skirt, she tried her best to look modest. Though she did put on some gentle makeup, she made her hair silky and wore some lipstick.
When she arrived at the D&D's parking lot with her bag, Dudley Dursley was already waiting for her, his lips curved into a gentle smile. He was dressed rather… normally. A simple oversized t-shirt and what appeared to be track pants.
Her nervousness peaked there as she sat in the car. Over the past few days, her realisation had only turned into certainty that Dudley Dursley was the owner of the Vanguards. After seeing the flurry of laws passed by the new Minister, she also knew that Dolores Umbridge was Dudley's pet.
Comparing his status to hers, she felt like an ant. Heck, she believed that even if House Malfoy's wealth was intact, she'd still be an ant to him. And here she was, going to an unknown place with him.
Moments later, they arrived at the airport.
She had never traveled in a Muggle airplane, so it was all a new experience. Though she doubted that common Muggles traveled that luxuriously. The entire, massive plane was all Dudley's, and its interior was like a palace.
She almost let out a yelp when she felt it in her stomach, how the cage of steel flew in the air. She clenched the armrests of the soft, cushiony seat.
But eventually, she calmed down. She tried to read this man before her, his intentions. She was expecting him to pounce on her the moment they were alone. But he showed not even the faintest intention of touching her.
Soon, the women, each more beautiful than the last, dressed in short skirts, brought them food. They smiled so sweetly at Dudley, leaning and teasing him with their cleavages.
Must have slept with them.
Narcissa thought, and for unknown reasons, she felt annoyed by their behavior. Though she was wrong, Dudley never touched them. The women teased him knowingly with a desire to get fucked. Because getting fucked by an ultra-rich like him was the easiest way up the social hierarchy. Too bad for them, they weren't Dudley's type. His type was sitting right in front of him.
"Where are we going, Mr. Dursley?"
"First things first, call me Dudley. We're not at work. And I thought we'd start with Venice."
"Venice?" Her thin brow rose in amusement.
"Have you been there before?"
"Never had the chance. I've been to France and Spain, but no further than that," Narcissa said gently, her tone betraying both a touch of nerves and anticipation, somewhat looking forward to it now. "Have you?"
"Not yet, never had the chance. I have been around the Mediterranean, though. Lovely part of the world, really. Clear skies, warm evenings, and honestly quite beautiful."
Narcissa just nodded and focused on the surprisingly delicious and extravagant meal. She really didn't know what to talk about with him. She feared she'd bore him with things that were too beneath his concern.
He probably sees me worse than how I once regarded the Weasleys. Poor lowlifes with nothing of interest.
"How's the job treating you? Hope Martha isn't dumping all the work on you."
"No, she is truly kind to me. Having her around calms me. She's always there to explain things I'm new to," she explained, finding herself surprised by how much she was sharing. "S-She… helped me get rid of some… annoying suitors."
"What? Who was it?"
He's angry? I… Why?
Narcissa hated that she liked his reaction at the mere mention of someone trying to win her over.
"They were dismissed by the HR," she said, and looked at his face intently.
"Good."
It made him… merry?
Without realizing, Narcissa found herself trying to provoke an emotional response from Dudley. Like noticeable hints that he had some kind of feelings for her.
"I… I also received a marriage proposal recently. By a wizard..."
Oh? He's furious again!
Seeing him frown brought her joy.
"Who was it?"
"A Polish wizard. But… he stopped once he realized I no longer held the wealth I once did."
"Bloody gold-diggers. Those are the type of men you should be careful of, Narcissa. You're far too good for leeches like that."
Adorable. She almost giggled hearing his response. So easy to read that it warmed her heart.
"I see. And what sort of men should I choose?" She asked, hoping to get a curious response. But all she received was a confident smirk, a smirk that told her that she walked into a trap.
"Someone tall, fairly handsome, with pockets deep enough to own his own plane and a habit of whisking you off on holidays. Hard to believe someone like that exists, but surely not impossible, don't you think?"
He was toying with me all along!
When she realized that, she tried not to blush, but she failed.
"Adorable."
That comment from him only made it harder. She looked down, embarrassed. Quickly, she wiped her mouth and stood up to vanish into the washroom to gather herself.
"Excuse me, Mr. Dursley."
The last thing she heard was him chuckling.
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