.... It wasn't yet peak time.
A chopper glided through the humid air near the Kris & Sons Car Dealer. Hidden and secured on a private island in Nolvermaton. The atmosphere around here is usually warm because almost 80% is land.
The chopper landed gently on a heliport metres from where suited men and women lined up to welcome their distinguished guest today, a one-in-a-million customer. This car dealer store isn't for the office workers nor traders who make a few thousand dollars' profit.
But the new money. The big dogs – billionaires and trillionaires.
As Kieran, his friends and his 5'6'' tall P.A. stepped out of the chopper, all the employees bowed. After walking through the automatic steel doors, to a glass-walled passageway and finally into the spacious lounge, the deafening instrumental was all they heard... Rage Against the Storm.
Kieran mentioned this was his favourite in one conference he attended, and, as expected, the people here wanted to please him.
The lounge had white marble floors, glass walls, and even a cigar station. Much like what a trillionaire-thing car dealer store would have.
An employee led them into a car showcase room. Wide. Reinforced walls. And each car around was on a lit platform, rotating slowly under lights that mimicked sunset. They didn't show a bunch of cars first... No, but the rarest ones. Like the Bugatti La Voiture Noire.
Cutting it short, Kieran turned to Zyn and Jaxon. And asked them.... to choose the cars they loved. That he brought them here to buy their cars, not his.
Jaxon watched him for a moment with a smile on his face, maybe actually surprised or waiting to get told this was a prank. As for Zyn? She had already walked towards a Pagani, her legs moving slowly and slowly as though on a perfection autopilot.
She was giving off the boss wife's vibe, and Kieran smiled at that.... though staying loyal to one girl forever wasn't his cup of tea. Not even when he's not the usual cannon fodder anymore.
After a test drive in a VR room on the upper floor, the surface as slippery as possible, Kieran's P.A. paid with a Black Card. No credit limit, with insane benefits like access to private jets. Just spend $250,000 to $500,000 annually and it's all yours.
Jaxon chose a black Koenigsegg while Zyn... Her pink Pagani wasn't getting to the Holland penthouse until the next week. Kieran asked them to customize the car so that the engine starts only when she says her name... It would require an in-built voice recognising AI such that only Zyn can start the car. Only her and her alone.
A car dealer store tailored for a trillionaire is less about cars and more about legacy and experience. The best way to get how such places work is to think of them as high-tech lab built inside a private museum.
... With this, Kieran had proven another theory of his, right. Appearing super rich is to use money as a tool to manipulate, not one of luxury. Even if this wasn't so profound on the ever-friendly Jaxon, it was, on Zyn.
Because it takes more than just a shared past bond for your ex-gf to look you in the eyes, smile as though you were a bouquet of golden flowers and say, "Thank you, Kieran. You're the best."
Now, Kieran was about to prove his last theory right. Someone who passes everything is already a big dog in people's eyes, a new money... a super-rich SOB.