By nightfall, the top executives of Virtue Financial had gathered at an exclusive resort—a sprawling testament to Mies Sai’s own vision and wealth, nestled along the pristine shores. The atmosphere was a blend of luxury and tension, as every guest present knew they were on the verge of a monumental decision. Conversations were quiet, voices hushed, the underlying intensity clear. The sense that something more was at play, something perhaps beyond even their comprehension, seemed to press down on the room.At precisely nine o’clock, Mies Sai entered the main hall, and the soft murmur of voices immediately ceased. His eyes swept over the group, each executive watching him with a mixture of respect and apprehension. Sai’s presence commanded attention—tonight more than ever, as he finally addressed his elite team.“Thank you all for gathering here,”he began, his voice measured and calm, though carrying an unmistakable weight.“What we discuss tonight will define Virtue Financials’ future
“Andy Greg,”.he began, his eyes narrowing slightly,“CEO of Saint George Hospital. I trust you’re aware of why I’ve singled you out.”.Andy Greg, a man who had once carried himself with confidence and pride, now looked uncharacteristically small. His shoulders tensed, and his face twisted into a grimace as he struggled to compose himself.“Mr. Sai,”. (Andy Greg)he stammered, attempting to summon a bravado that was nowhere to be found,“I don’t understand what this is about. There must be some mistake—”. (Andy Greg)“There is no mistake,”.Mies Sai interrupted, his tone leaving no room for doubt.“The mistake, Mr. Greg, was thinking you could sell out Virtue Medical without consequences.”.Sai’s words were razor-sharp, cutting through the flimsy excuses Andy Greg was trying to muster.“Let me outline your crimes, for the benefit of the room,”Sai continued; his demeanor unflinching.“Selling shares of Saint George Hospital to a U.S. congressman—Johnathan, I believe—without authorizat
“Leave,”.Mies Sai finally said, his tone as cold as the steel that fortified his reputation. In that one word, the fates of 120 CEOs were sealed. No one argued. No one negotiated. They filed out of the room, their footsteps echoing down the long hallway as the heavy doors closed behind them. Yet even after they were gone, the tension lingered, a palpable reminder of the purge that had just taken place. For several long moments, the room remained quiet, the remaining executives too stunned to move or speak. Then Catherine Kent, the formidable CEO of Virtue Financial, rose from her seat. Adjusting her posture, she stepped into the center of the room. Her commanding presence, though less severe than Mies Sai’s, was equally impossible to ignore. “Now that the cancer has been excised,”. (Catherine Kent)Catherine began, her voice steady but urgent, “We must turn our attention to the threat at hand. The meddling of the United States government is not something we can overlook. Their i
As the meeting adjourned, Mies Sai retreated to his private suite at the resort, seeking a moment of respite. Yet, it wasn’t long before the quiet was disrupted. As was her habit, Catherine Kent strode in unannounced, her signature confidence leading the way. Following close behind were Marcuez Vega, Ran Hyun-ok, and Maria Hills—all key members of Virtue Financial’s inner circle. The four quickly made themselves comfortable in his living room, their casual demeanor betraying the gravity of their roles. These were not just trusted subordinates but individuals who had earned the rare distinction of being counted among Mies Sai’s friends. The camaraderie they shared allowed them to breach formalities, though none would dare undermine his authority. “So, are you really sure about this?”. (Catherine Kent)Catherine started, leaning back against the plush sofa. Her tone was light, but her expression revealed a deeper concern.“Pulling out of the U.S. is… monumental.”. (Maria Hills) Maria
As they left the suite, a solemn determination settled over the two. They knew the responsibility that awaited them and the trust that had been placed in their hands. The era of Mies Sai’s unrelenting presence at the helm was shifting, and with it, Virtue Financial was poised to enter a new chapter. The decision to rebrand Virtue Financial and its subsidiaries as Virtue Financial International sent a clear and defiant message to the world’s governments: meddling in the company’s affairs would no longer be tolerated. Catherine Kent, representing Virtue Financial, alongside Marcuez Vega of Virtue Constructions and Maria Hills of Virtue Medical, led this bold transformation. With the term "International" now tied to their names, the subsidiaries stood unified, prepared to face the retaliation of meddling powers with a calculated and unyielding stance. Two days after the pivotal meeting, Catherine Kent stepped into the spotlight, holding a press conference at Virtue Financial Internatio
“Russia is prepared to provide land, tax exemptions, and long-term agreements to ensure Virtue Financial International flourishes in our markets,”. (Minister Schevenko Schevenkova)he promised, his words carrying both paternal pride and professional precision. Katerina’s lips curved into a smile at her father’s proposition.“That’s quite a generous offer, Father,”. (Katerina Schevenkova)she teased lightly.“But let’s not forget, generosity alone isn’t enough. Virtue Financial values stability, reliability, and a future we can depend on. What assurances can Russia offer to make this a seamless transition?”. (Katerina Schevenkova) Schevenko chuckled, his pride evident.“Ah, Katerina, you’ve learned well. Virtue Financial will have the full support of the Kremlin. Legislation can be passed swiftly to accommodate your needs, and we will ensure that no external interference—”. (Minister Schevenko Schevenkova)he glanced briefly at Jonathan“—jeopardizes this partnership.”. (Minister S
“Gentlemen,”.he said, his voice carrying a calm yet commanding tone.“Welcome. I’m glad you could join us.”. The ministers exchanged excited glances, realizing that their efforts had brought them face-to-face with the man who could reshape their nations’ futures. The real negotiations were about to begin. The meeting between Mies Sai, Jonathan Togo, and Schevenko Schevenkova began with a calm that belied the magnitude of their discussion. Within the luxurious café at Mies Sai’s private resort, the atmosphere was cordial yet laced with purpose. The two ministers, initially hesitant, found themselves disarmed by the straightforward and accommodating manner in which Mies Sai addressed their concerns.Jonathan Togo, seated opposite Mies Sai, could not help but reflect on the moment. He had known Virtue Financial International to be immensely wealthy, but witnessing this meeting in real-time underscored a truth that left him in awe: this was not just a corporation. It was a global entit
Meanwhile, chaos erupted in the United States as Virtue Financial International began its systematic evacuation. Subsidiaries, branches, and investments vanished from the American landscape one by one, leaving behind a void that sent shockwaves through the economy. Protests broke out across major cities as employees, shareholders, and citizens struggled to comprehend the loss.Within the White House, panic ruled the day. In the Oval Office, the President paced back and forth, his phone clutched tightly in his hand.“Have we gotten through to Catherine Kent yet?”. (The President)he barked at his Chief of Staff. The Chief of Staff shook his head, beads of sweat visible on his brow.“No, sir. All our calls to Virtue Financial International are being ignored. Emails, messages—everything’s bouncing back or left unanswered.”. (Chief Of Staff)The President slammed the phone down on his desk.“Damn it! Do they not realize the damage they’re doing? Without Virtue Financial’s investments, our
Inside the Presidential Office, I sat at my desk, reviewing a final document with Vice President Elijah and Minister of Culture, Evelyn Rhemis."Are we all in agreement?" I asked, setting the paper down.Elijah smirked, arms crossed. "Absolutely. A national holiday to celebrate our multicultural unity? It’s about time."Evelyn nodded in excitement. "This is more than just a celebration, Mr. President. This solidifies Aeternum’s identity as a nation of the future—a place where people, regardless of origin, can thrive under a common dream."The new holiday, aptly named "Unity Day," would be an annual celebration where all citizens, native-born and immigrant alike, could come together in festivals, concerts, and cultural showcases.It would be a reminder to everyone—past, present, and future—that Aeternum’s greatest strength was not just its technology, but its people.I smiled. "Then let’s make it official."The day of the first Unity Day festival had arrived, and the New City Central S
The refugees of the Battle Star Empire were determined to prove themselves.The Aeternum government had granted them legal residency, but full citizenship required them to live lawfully, work hard, and integrate into society. It wasn’t a difficult requirement—the people wanted to stay, to belong, and they were more than willing to do whatever it took.Crime among the former refugees was almost nonexistent. They respected the law because they had never known justice before.Education was another priority. Schools and learning centers had been set up specifically for immigrants, teaching them not only about Aeternum’s history and culture but also modern skills—reading, writing, mathematics, and even vocational training.Mira had already enrolled in evening classes, determined to further her education.Her dream?To open her own tailoring business one day.Back in the Empire, she had been forced to sew uniforms for soldiers under brutal conditions, her work never appreciated, never compe
This was Aeternum’s first fully televised football match, being broadcast internationally to allied nations like Dukedom of Angela, Kingdom of Zaredon, and Kingdom of Eloesa.Even rival nations, like Hallerus Kingdom and the Golden Triangle Nation, watched the match with a mix of jealousy and curiosity.For them, this was completely new.A sport played in a massive stadium. A crowd of thousands cheering in unison. Leaders sitting among their people, showing unity and camaraderie."Is this… what Aeternum entertainment looks like?""No wonder their people love them…"Aeternum was changing the world, one goal at a time.The match continued, New City United pressing forward, desperately trying to equalize. And then—Thirty minutes in—goal! New City United equalized with a powerful shot from outside the box.Forty-second minute—goal! Another attack from New City, and they took the lead.President Mies stood up and cheered loudly with the crowd."Looks like the President is having a great t
At first, even with professional teams and structured matches, the stadiums weren’t full. People didn’t understand why they should care. But then… he first matches were broadcasted on television. And suddenly, everything changed.For the first time, people saw their own cities competing. New City United vs. Shark Bay FC. Ironridge Titans vs. Silverport Eagles. Blazing Tundra vs. Redwood Strikers.It wasn’t just football anymore—these were their cities, their teams, their pride. And when fans saw their teams winning, they felt the rush of victory. When they saw their teams losing, they felt the bitterness of defeat.The spark had been ignited. Soon enough… Supporters’ clubs started popping up. Fans flooded stadiums on weekends. People debated tactics in bars, cafes, and workplaces. Children started dreaming of becoming professional players.Saturdays and Sundays were now known as Football Days, where everyone tuned in to watch their favorite teams battle for supremacy.The AFL wasn’t j
“Learn the Craft of Visual Storytelling! Enroll in the Aeternum Film Academy Today!”Students from all over Aeternum flocked to sign up. Aspiring actors hoping to be the next big star. Writers eager to bring their stories to life. Technicians fascinated by the magic of film.Even our allied nations sent students, eager to learn about this new frontier of entertainment. The future of the film industry had been secured.“If there are no theaters, there’s no audience.”Right now, Aeternum was the only nation with cinemas. But the true money wouldn’t come from just our own population—it would come from exporting movies and cinema technology to our allied nations.And so, we struck a deal. Each allied nation would provide land and funding for the construction of cinemas. Aeternum would bring in the technology, train workers, and provide the films.The profits would be split—40% for Aeternum, 60% for the host nation. This trade cooperation would not only strengthen alliances but also ensur
“Coming Soon: Aeternum’s First Movie – Directed by the President Himself!”The public reaction was beyond anything I had imagined. People were talking about it in markets, cafes, and even at work.“Did you hear? The President himself is acting in this film!”“I don’t even know what a movie is, but if the President made it, I have to see it!”“They say it’s like a play, but the characters are on a magical screen. How does that even work?”The excitement was contagious. Even foreign merchants and diplomats in Aeternum were intrigued—they, too, wanted to witness this mysterious new form of entertainment.Shooting the movie was not easy. Unlike Earth, Aeternum had no experienced film industry professionals. Camera operators had to be trained from scratch.Actors had to learn how to deliver lines naturally instead of exaggerated stage acting. Lighting and set design had to be invented entirely from the ground up.One of my biggest struggles?Teaching the actors to not look directly at the
On screen, ANBC reporters walked the streets, interviewed important figures, and even showed battlefield footage of Aeternum’s military exercises. The people were shocked, their jaws dropping as they saw moving images of places they had never been."It’s like I’m standing there with them!" A shopkeeper had exclaimed in an interview, reacting to seeing footage of Angela’s train network expansion.But news wasn’t the only thing that took the world by storm.I had taken it upon myself to recreate classic entertainment from Earth, bringing a whole new level of culture to Aeternum.Dramas and Soap Operas – Noble romance, political intrigue, thrilling battles, and dramatic betrayals captivated viewers. Families gathered around the television, watching scripted stories unfold before their eyes for the first time.Short Films & Movies – Storytelling evolved overnight. Actors and playwrights who once worked in theaters had now found a new home in television. The birth of Aeternum’s film indust
“For the first time ever, we bring to you, the Dukedom of Angela—as seen through the lens of Aeternum television!” Quara announced proudly.The footage zoomed in to Angela City, its sprawling medieval-style castles and townships standing in stark contrast to Aeternum’s modern metropolis. The streets of Angela were bustling, the markets filled with traders, and most importantly, the brand-new train station was shown in full glory—with an Aeternum-built high-speed train pulling in.Loud cheers erupted from across the nation.“I never thought I’d be able to see another country without having to travel!” a young boy marveled, watching from his family’s living room.Back in the Angela Grand Plaza, where a giant public viewing screen had been set up, Angela’s own citizens were watching themselves on the Aeternum News.A young Angela nobleman paled, tugging at his collar. “Is this how they see us? We look so… so old-fashioned compared to them!”His companion, a wealthy merchant, nodded. “The
As life in Angela rapidly modernized, one final surprise awaited its citizens—a marvel unlike anything they had ever seen before.Under President Mies’ orders, Minister Rafaela of A.R.D.H.M. (Art, Research, Development, Health, and Magic) had finally completed a project years in the making.Aeternum had officially invented the world’s first television.At Angela’s Grand Plaza, a massive gathering of people stood in front of a newly constructed screen.“Is this… some kind of moving painting?” an old man asked, adjusting his spectacles.His grandson, a curious boy named Emile, tugged on his sleeve. “Grandpa, look! The picture is… changing!”The crowd gasped as the screen flickered to life, revealing an image of DJ Skelly and Quara Raedrim, two of Aeternum’s most famous radio hosts.“Greetings, citizens of Angela!” DJ Skelly’s booming voice echoed across the plaza. “Today is a historic day! For the first time ever, the people of Aeternum and Angela will witness the future of entertainmen