Chapter 40

"You want me to do what?" I ask the person who practically begged my secretary for a meeting.

"I'm asking for you to sell your shares to Stark Industries." Obadiah Stane said. "After Tony's announcement, a lot of people sold their shares, and I thought it prudent to buy them."

"So Stark Industries' temporary CEO wants that temporary title gone. It's a shame you weren't fast enough to buy all the shares. I wonder who was the asshole who bought them up." I say provoking him.

"It was you." He said while trying to stop his jaws from clenching in anger. Unfortunately, dear old Stane didn't have perfect body control, and I am an experienced empath.

"If you sell me a few of your shares, I could make you a rich man. Well, richer man. As much as I love Tony. After what he suffered, I am afraid he will make bad decisions for the company, causing us to lose more money. He already shut down the weapons manufacturing department, which was one of our main income sources."

"Your advice is sound, but I am sure Stark can manage. You should have more faith in your boss." To be honest, I wouldn't have faith in him either if I didn't have access to the time stone occasionally. I have known Yao for years, so she allowed me to experiment pretty frequently.

If the company didn't profit from stark's self-made inventions, he would have been booted out a long time ago.

"I have faith as a long time friend, it's just that, I need to be more pragmatic when it comes to the business."

"Selling my shares would be incredibly stupid since I would lose a lot of money."

"You will lose even more money if the company goes bankrupt because of Tony doing something stupid."

I just hum noncommittally. The guy did have a point. Tony did give his company to a secretary in the future. Of course, that is only because he thought he would die, so he wanted it to go to someone trustworthy.

The bald traitor tried to haggle for the rest of the meeting but I was just amused by his attempts.

"I hope you won't regret your decision when Stark Industries goes bankrupt, or be surprised when your investment fails massively."

Wow, really classy trying to threaten me. I doubt he would try and assassinate me since I am too high profile, but this is the same guy who wanted to kill Tony Stark so you never know.

Yelena pov:

Creating a criminal kingdom for a god is easier said than done. Why a god-like Loki would want to even create a criminal business with his power is anyone's guess.

I was currently in one of his famous nightclubs that he allowed me to use for operations, reading reports about our local brothels. One of the customers had gotten rather aggressive with one of the girls.

Loki's policy is that the comfort and safety of the prostitutes are more important than a bunch of horny people, so it was a somewhat delicate issue. Something that I can respect, to be honest.

While I was hanging out with Loki, I asked what he would do, his answer was to either cut off the guy's balls or kill him. Let's just say I am not asking him for advice again. Our business reputation would go to shit if the customers lose their balls.

As I continued going through the work, I felt an unnatural chill in the room. My hand goes to my gun holster and I quickly whip out the advanced pistol Loki gave me.

"Who's there?" I ask cautiously.

"So you're my father's newest pet? That's a shame, you really are cute," a gorgeous blonde woman probably in her early twenties says.

Her ears were slightly pointy and she had beautiful green eyes that reminded me of Loki.

"Pet?" I ask in an offended tone. I may be his henchwoman but I am certainly not his pet.

"Don't feel too bad, my dad is the greatest owner. Or are you his girlfriend? I really can't tell with him? The name is Elsa by the way. Elsa Lokidottir"

I don't know why but I don't feel threatened by her, nor do I wish to harm her. Maybe it is because of the fact that she could be Loki's daughter? Unknown to me, it is because of the influence of the fruit that gave me my power.

The computer Loki gave me switches on and the familiar presence of Oracle appears. "Hello young mistress, I see you found a new method of annoying your father."

"I am not annoying him, I am just getting to know his friends," The blonde retorts. "Isn't that right… um …"

"Yelena," I answer.

"You don't even know her name," Oracle replies.

"That is because you interrupted me from getting to know her."

"I had to interfere otherwise you would have gotten shot."

"Fair… but I wouldn't have gotten hurt."

"Her weapon was given to her by your father."

"Oh. So I would have died if I'd got hit?" She asks.

"No, your father isn't so reckless as to hand away a weapon that can kill someone of your calibre," Oracle says. "though i'll have to report you to your father. He will punish you for your arrogance. After what happened to your cousin he is certain to get you to be more cautious."

"Right, I am certain my father is very sad about what happened to poor Magni," Elsa says sarcastically.

Oracle disconnects, and now I am left with a centuries-old woman. The silence is awkward for me and if it wasn't for my training I would certainly be overwhelmed.

"Aren't you thousands of years old? Why would your father still punish you."

"I am not nearly as old, and because my cousin lost his balls due to him being arrogant. That was different though, since the person he irritated was as strong as my father. So what is your name again? I want to stop referring to you as Rachel in my head."

"Yelena. I would say it is nice to meet you, but you are my kidnapper's daughter."

"I am sure you don't mind the kidnapping too much. I feel that you are already suffering from a healthy dose of Stockholm syndrome." Elsa says.

'Fuck. I hate the fact that she's right.'

"How did you even know I work for your father," I ask curiously since I am unsure why Loki would tell his daughter about his criminal empire. Unless he is shameless, which is a massive possibility.

"Oh, my second mother told me about his newest hobby."

"Second mother?"

"Yeah, she practically raised me alongside my father."

"So your dad has a harem." It wasn't even a question, I just stated it as a fact.

"I don't think two girls counts as a harem. My father only has two permanent lovers. I had a harem once, and it was tedious to emotionally satisfy everyone. If the charming lady couldn't enjoy it, then I doubt my scoundrel of a father can manage. Don't tell him I said that, I am already in the bad books with my mother because of me neglecting my princessly duties."

"I won't say a word."

"Cool. Do you wanna go to this burger place I found? I know a spell to not gain weight, so you don't have to worry about ruining that sexy figure of yours."

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