Debra

It was plashed all over the city now in advertisements pushed toward the Nomads and underground business sector. I had managed during this time to buy out the company I wanted during the upheaval.

War was here again in the dream realm. The newsfeed solos were out recording the advance of the frost army toward the city but they had already sent out agents toward the farming expansions outside of the city. Once they took captive all the farms they would attempt to starve us out and then the Frost bastard would come making his proposal for our surrender of the realm into his federation of realms under his control. It was strange. I remember when the war began I had been a small child apart of large pack and then in five years I had become one of the last soldiers fighting back the frost army until the war was ended.

Hmm. Ended?! No. The war hadn’t ended it just had been put on a pause and now given the enemy enough time and knowledge the realm to strike at us for takeover and raid on all our asses and assets. The war felt like decades ago at one point now I felt the itch and wondered if I would be able to resist taking a leave of absence from the company to go out against the invader trash. There would be no truce this time. No. This time we had to totally destroy any and all fight in the enemy. The question was how. If the HeavyMetal Dragon couldn’t drive that fear into the frost king and his soldiers what the hell would? I felt a buzz in my pocket and took out my detapad. “Take Call!”

“What’s going on in your head baby girl? Talk to me!”

I shook my head. “War. We’re headed into the shit again.”

“Okay. I’m missing the part where any of that has to do with you. Let the Kings and generals in charge handle it. How’s business going?”

“Good. I bought out the company and we’re in the process of valuing the assets for sale and then building up the company to earn more. Easy work. Easy money. Why don’t you want to challenge Sigma? Is it because you don’t trust me to handle him or you don’t think I’m strong enough?”

“None of that shit. Sigma doesn’t own a business. He is his business. All that paperwork about a business that’s an illusion he uses to hide what he is. Sigma is an enigma. I don’t fuck with his type. Their to much of a mystery. You can’t figure out where the fuck they’ll strike back at you or with what weapon. I don’t trust them and I don’t fuck with anything they might own. Hold on, Daisy! Bring up Sigma’s file!”

(Confirmed)

I looked up to my screen as profile appeared of Owen Sigma.

I frowned at the last line. “Daisy. Two questions. What’s up with the Net Worth issue about and what’s up with job title THE Fixer? Fixer is a common enough low class job title in the Underground business sector. Sigma owns a corporation. Shouldn’t he be a executive class?”

(Negative. Fixer is a common job title for thirty-five hundred citizens in the city state however THE Fixer is the main job class of the current King of the Underground so his net worth can not possible me Under 3.5 Million ebs. Estimation of net worth is a fabrication.)

I leaned back in my chair and looked down at Dad’s image on my detapad. “I didn’t know the underground sector had a King status.”

Dad shook his head. “They didn’t. Sigma chose to stay in the Underground instead of going into the Executive branch and he managed to do what nobody in that sector has done sense it’s inception. He legitimized it. You didn’t even notice how you call it the underground business sector. That wasn’t a common thing in my time growing up. Sigma did that when he got the authority kings on his side and started charging his services publicly to executives and everybody in between. It took him twenty years to do it. None of the kings knows what the hell he’ll do in the next twenty let alone what he’ll do now that war is coming to the city with him in power. He’s ghosting us right now. But, we know that asshole is Fixing to do something big if he hasn’t started it already.”

I started to ask him how he knew what the kings were thinking then it hit me. I stared at him. He wasn’t my Dad right now. He was A king of Newark City State. “So do you know what other the kings are planning?”

Dad shrugged. “The kings position is clear. Their invasion is their annialtion. The kings are taking out ever last one of them fuckers and destroying whatever back key or backstabbing bitch got them back into the dream realm. The last time we were in defense this time they ain’t seen shit yet. They going to learn quick enough to leave us the fuck alone and stay the fuck off our block. But, you don’t need to worry about the lightning storm about to come down on that Ice head Frusty. When the time comes there’s going to be businesses I’m going to need you to capture and raid of assets. Mr. Golden is going to be your back up while you go to war in the executive sector. You got me!”

My heart was hammering in my chest but I nodded my head. Things were beginning to become clearer now and why My Dad the King was insistent I think of myself as an executive. What better means of masking what I was or what he needed me to do. “Yes. I got you. You don’t have to worry about me. Just concentrate on what you need to right now and when the time comes tell me what business you want the corporation to look at targeting.”

Dad sighed and seemed to relax his face into a smile. “That’s good. That’s good. Trust me Baby girl. I know it seems boring and easy work to you but your doing and what your going to do is important to your future.”

I smiled. My head hurt at the stress that now I really couldn’t screw this up for him. He was depending on me in the war. Traitors.