I'm The King of Business & Technology in the Modern World-Chapter 84: A Night to Remember
The cold November air blew softly over Bonifacio Global City, the towering skyscrapers glimmering under the city lights. The streets were still alive, despite the pandemic—masked pedestrians strolling along High Street, cars cruising through the well-maintained roads, and the hum of nightlife slowly recovering.
Inside the penthouse of Vanguard Residences, Saimon stood on his expansive balcony, a fresh drink in hand. He leaned against the railing, staring down at the city below. For the first time in his life, he truly felt like he had made it.
Leo stepped out onto the balcony, stretching. "You still admiring the view?"
Saimon smirked. "Can you blame me? I went from renting a cramped apartment in Makati to owning one of the best units in Manila."
Leo nodded, taking a deep breath. "Yeah, feels good, doesn't it?"
The two had spent the past few days moving in, decorating, and getting their new homes ready. Sentinel Systems had handled their mortgage paperwork seamlessly, and both of them had already made their mark on their new spaces.
Saimon had gone for a modern, minimalist theme—glass, dark colors, and sleek furniture that screamed executive elegance. Leo, on the other hand, had made his place look like a bachelor's dream—leather couches, neon lighting, a state-of-the-art home theater, and even a mini-bar fully stocked.
As Leo took another sip of his whiskey, he glanced at Saimon. "Where's Matthew? I thought he was gonna stop by."
Saimon shrugged. "Knowing him? He's probably stuck in a meeting or handling something for Sentinel."
Leo pulled out his phone. "Let's call him."
Matthew's Office – Another Deal in Progress
Over at Sentinel Systems Headquarters, Matthew sat at his desk, dressed in his usual charcoal suit, top button undone, and a coffee cup half-finished beside his laptop. The screen in front of him displayed a video call—a contract negotiation with a Singaporean investment firm that was interested in Sentinel's cybersecurity division.
Angel stood beside him, arms crossed, also listening.
The masked executive on the other end of the call spoke. "Mr. Borja, Sentinel's technology has already proven itself with SM Prime and San Miguel Corporation. We're prepared to invest $150 million into your expansion across Southeast Asia."
Matthew leaned back slightly, considering it. It was a tempting offer, but Sentinel didn't need outside investors—he had enough capital to expand without giving up control.
"I appreciate the offer," Matthew said calmly, "but Sentinel's expansion isn't an if, it's a when. We don't need outside capital, and I'm not interested in diluting our ownership."
The executive on the other end hesitated. "But—"
Angel cut in. "Sentinel is a private company, and we intend to keep it that way. If you're looking for a piece of our growth, the answer is no."
There was a brief silence. Then, the executive nodded. "Understood. We'll be in touch if anything changes."
The call ended.
Angel smirked. "That's the third investor this week."
Matthew sighed, rubbing his temple. "They all see Sentinel's rise and want a cut. They don't understand that we're not for sale."
His phone buzzed. Leo.
He picked up.
"What?"
"Damn, bro," Leo chuckled. "You sound stressed. I thought we were celebrating tonight?"
Matthew checked the time—8:27 PM.
He exhaled. He had been so buried in work he had forgotten.
"Alright, I'll head over," he finally said.
Leo laughed. "You better. Saimon's been standing on his balcony like a rich villain staring at the city."
Matthew smirked. "Sounds fitting."
Thirty minutes later, Matthew pulled into the private basement parking of Vanguard Residences in his Maserati, the engine growling softly as he took his reserved space next to Leo's AMG GT R Pro and Saimon's BMW M8 Competition Coupe.
The elevator ride to the penthouse was quick, and when the doors slid open, the scent of expensive liquor and grilled steak filled the air.
The penthouse was alive with music, and Leo and Saimon had already made themselves comfortable—whiskey glasses in hand, a small buffet of catered food on the dining table, and the BGC skyline glowing through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Matthew pulled off his N95 mask, tossing it onto the counter.
Leo raised his glass. "Finally! The king has arrived."
Saimon smirked. "I was starting to think work was your real girlfriend."
Matthew chuckled, grabbing a glass of Macallan 18 from the counter. "Work pays for all of this. You should be thanking me."
Leo laughed. "Fair point."
The three of them clinked glasses.
For the first time in a long time, Matthew let himself relax.
The past year had been nothing but constant hustle—building Sentinel, securing his fortune, ensuring his family was taken care of. He had spent so much time climbing that he barely took a moment to enjoy the view.
And tonight?
He was going to enjoy it.
A few drinks in, the conversation drifted toward the future.
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"So," Saimon said, swirling his glass. "We've got the cars, the condos… what's next?"
Leo grinned. "Maybe a yacht?"
Matthew smirked. "I don't need a yacht. I'm still considering a house in Forbes Park."
Leo raised an eyebrow. "Forbes? Damn. That's billionaire territory."
Matthew shrugged. "If I'm buying a house, I want the best."
Saimon leaned back. "Honestly, after this year, nothing seems impossible anymore."
Matthew nodded. A year ago, none of this seemed possible. Now, they were sitting in multi-million-peso penthouses, drinking top-shelf liquor, driving supercars, and owning businesses.
It was surreal.
Leo exhaled, looking out at the city. "It's crazy to think how far we've come."
Matthew smirked. "And we're just getting started."
The Social Media Flex – Again
Of course, no celebration was complete without letting the world know.
Leo's Instagram post: First night in the penthouse. This view hits different. #LivingLarge
Saimon's Instagram post: Success isn't bought. It's built. #TheGrindPaysOff
Matthew's Instagram post: Work hard. Play harder. #EarnIt
Within minutes, the comments and likes flooded in.
"Flexing again, I see."
"Damn, y'all really made it."
"What's next? Private jets?"
Matthew chuckled.
"Private jet, huh?" Saimon mused.
Leo smirked. "Now that's an idea."
Matthew shook his head, amused. He wasn't there yet—but give it time.
For now, tonight was about celebrating how far they'd come.
And tomorrow?
Tomorrow, it was back to business.
