The ink on the Sequoia deal was barely dry, but Jason was already thinking two steps ahead.
Next move: international expansion.
He gathered his executive team in the newly leased Manhattan office, a panoramic view of the Hudson behind him.
"We've proven the model. Now it's time to go global—starting with India, Brazil, and the Philippines," Jason said. "Mobile-first economies. Young populations. Creator-hungry cultures. And they're being ignored."
Amy nodded. "We'll need translators, local ops, regional partnerships…"
"I've already reached out to ByteMax," Leo interjected. "They're massive in Southeast Asia. If we integrate their payment systems, we can monetize local creators from day one."
Jason smiled. "Exactly. I don't want just users—I want founders in every market."
Then he turned to Naomi.
"You'll be in charge of PulseCast Global. Build me the first international creator council. Make it elite, visible, and irresistible."
Naomi's eyes lit up. "I already have three influencers in mind. Two from Manila. One from Bangalore."
Jason nodded, satisfied.
"And I'll do the fireside chats myself. We're going to show the world what PulseCast is."
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Over the next six weeks, Jason's face was everywhere.
Bloomberg, TechCrunch, Fast Company. "The Billionaire of Attention." "The Man Who Refused to Sell." "The New Disruptor."
He spoke at NYU. Keynoted a creator summit in São Paulo. Was offered a guest column in Forbes.
In every interview, Jason repeated the same philosophy:
> "In the new era, attention is currency—but trust is the vault. Whoever earns trust, wins."
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Then came the call that changed everything.
His assistant popped in with a confused expression.
"There's a… royal family representative on the line. From Dubai."
Jason blinked.
"Put it through."
The voice that came through was smooth and accented.
"Mr. Nash, I represent the Al Rashid Investment Group. His Highness is interested in creating a state-sponsored creator incubator, and your platform seems ideal. If you're open, we would like to host you in Dubai. First-class, of course."
Jason leaned back slowly in his chair, a grin spreading across his face.
"Tell His Highness I'm honored—and intrigued."
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That night, Naomi watched Jason pack.
"Dubai? Really?"
Jason smirked. "Global empire. Global partners."
She stepped closer. "You sure it's not about the five-star desert resorts and imported scotch?"
He kissed her lightly. "I'd rather take you than any liquor."
"Then take me."
Jason paused. "You serious?"
"I'm not your assistant anymore. I'm your COO. And your girl. So yeah—I'm coming."
He zipped the suitcase shut.
"Then we leave at dawn."