Golden Eye Tycoon: Rise of the Billionaire Trader-Chapter 71: Spending Millions

The automatic glass doors of Vantage Point Realty slid open with a whisper of filtered air. Jake stepped into the lobby, his sneakers squeaking slightly on the polished obsidian floor. He was still wearing the same dark jeans and a plain black t-shirt—the kind of outfit that invited the judgment he knew was coming.

At the glass table, Camille didn’t even look up from her tablet. She just let out a heavy, performative sigh. "Back again?" one of the male agents muttered, loud enough to carry. "Maybe he forgot his water bottle."

Jake didn’t acknowledge them. He didn’t have to. The power dynamic in the room was about to shift so violently it would leave a vacuum.

The back door clicked open, and Alice stepped out. She wasn’t carrying a thin folder anymore; she held a heavy, leather-bound portfolio and a digital tablet glowing with a gold-tier interface. Her smile was wide, radiating a level of professional heat that caused the other agents to freeze mid-sentence.

"Jake," she said, her voice clear and resonant. "Right on time. I’ve had the legal team finalize the smart-grid warranties and the backup power specifications. Everything is green."

"Good," Jake said, his voice calm. "Let’s get this finished."

"Of course. If you’ll follow me to the VIP suite."

As they walked past the trio of agents, the silence was absolute. Camille’s tablet hovered mid-air. "Alice," she called out, her voice straining for a tone of ’concerned mentor.’ "The VIP suite is reserved for high-value closures. Surely you could handle... this... at your desk?"

Alice stopped. She turned her head slightly, a sharp, triumphant glint in her eyes. "Actually, the VIP suite is automatically reserved for any transaction exceeding five million. Since we’re closing on the Zenith Estate at 9.8 million VM, I think the room is exactly where we need to be."

The male agent who had joked about the water bottle choked on his espresso. Camille felt the color drain from her face so quickly she looked translucent under the LED lights. "The... The Zenith?" she stammered. "But... that’s been on the ’Whale List’ for six months."

"And today, it’s off the list," Alice said simply.

She led Jake into the mahogany-paneled room and closed the heavy soundproof door. The chaos in the lobby was now a silent movie playing through the glass. Jake sat at the heavy table, watching Alice arrange the documents.

"Just a biometric scan and a digital signature," she explained, her voice dropping to a respectful, private tone. "The transfer of the 9.8 million VM will be handled through the secure escrow."

Jake pressed his thumb to the scanner. ’Confirmed.’

Through the glass wall, Jake watched the lobby’s main digital display flicker. A large gold banner scrolled across the top: *SOLD: THE ZENITH ESTATE – SKY-GARDENS DISTRICT.*

The three agents stared at the screen as if it were a death warrant. Camille looked like she wanted to vomit. Alice slid a weighted velvet box across the table. Inside sat a heavy, brushed-steel key fob.

"Congratulations, Jake," Alice said. "The waterfall is yours."

Jake picked up the fob, but he didn’t stand up. He looked at Alice, studying the way she handled the win—with poise, not arrogance.

"Alice," Jake said, his voice grounding the room. "You’re wasted here."

Alice paused, her hand still on the portfolio. "Excuse me?"

"You’re sharp. You don’t judge a book by its cover, and you know how to close a deal without being a shark. I’m starting my own private firm, Golden Investments. Right now, it’s just me, but that’s going to change very quickly. I’m going to need someone I can trust to run the front line. Someone who knows how to handle people like the ones sitting out in that lobby."

Alice blinked, the professional mask slipping for a fraction of a second. "You’re offering me a job? As a... secretary?"

"For now, yes. But in my world, ’secretary’ means gatekeeper. It means being the face of the company while I’m behind the screens. I’m hiring staff soon, but I want a core I can rely on. Think about it. The commission you just made today is great, but it’s a one-time thing. Golden Investments is the future."

Alice looked out at the lobby, at the colleagues who had belittled her for months, then back at the young man who had just dropped nearly ten million marks without blinking. She didn’t hesitate.

"I’m in," she said, her voice firm.

"Good." Jake pulled out his phone. "Let’s exchange numbers."

They tapped their phones together, the digital chime signaling a new partnership.

"I’ll give you a call in a few days to discuss the salary and the start date," Jake said, standing up. "In the meantime, do me a favor? Start familiarizing yourself with advanced business and financial terms—liquidity ratios, mergers and acquisitions, institutional order blocks and all that. I need you to speak the language when the big players start calling."

"I can do that," Alice promised, her eyes bright with a new kind of ambition.

They walked out of the conference room together. As they approached the exit, the three agents stood frozen. Camille took a half-step forward, her mouth opening as if to offer a groveling apology.

Jake didn’t even look her way. He walked past them as if they were part of the furniture. He reached the door, paused, and looked back at Alice one last time.

"I’ll be in touch, Alice."

He climbed into his Audi A4, the engine humming to life. He looked at the 40th floor of the tower in the distance, seeing the terrace garden where he would soon be standing.

He now had 11,550,500.00VM in his trading account and 7,000,000VM left in his bank account. "Guess it’s about time I went to get a new car," he said as he looked at the interior of his Audi A4. "Let’s go with loyalty for now."

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The chime of the Audi dealership’s entrance was softer, more refined than the sharp ring of the real estate office. Jake stepped onto the high-gloss white tiles, his eyes immediately drawn to the halo cars positioned under recessed spotlights.

Almost immediately, a man in a tailored charcoal suit approached him. He wasn’t sprinting like he was afraid Jake would leave, but his pace was purposeful, and his smile felt genuine.

"Good afternoon, sir," the agent said, extending a hand. "I’m Elias. Welcome to Audi. Are you looking for something specific today, or can I offer you a tour of our current performance lineup?"

Jake shook his hand, noting the man’s firm grip. "I’m looking to upgrade. My current Audi has served me well, but it’s time for something that matches where I’m headed. I want to see your top-tier performance models—the ones that don’t just move, but make a statement."

Elias’s eyes brightened. "A man of loyalty and taste. Right this way."

He led Jake toward the ’RS’ wing of the showroom, where the aggressive grilles and widened wheel arches of the performance division were on full display.

"We’ll start with the future," Elias said, gesturing toward a low-slung, shimmering silver beast. "The Audi RS e-tron GT Performance. It’s the most powerful production car we’ve ever built. Dual electric motors, 912 horsepower, and a 0–62 mph time of just 2.4 seconds. It’s silent, but it’s lethal."

Jake looked at the digital lines of the e-tron, but his mind went back to the feeling of the market—the raw, chaotic energy. "It’s a beautiful piece of engineering, but no. I’m not ready for an electric. I want to hear the heartbeat of the machine."

Elias nodded knowingly. "The purist’s choice. In that case, let’s move to the icons."

They walked to a car that looked less like a vehicle and more like a weapon. Low to the ground, with massive air intakes and carbon-fiber side blades.

"The Audi R8 V10 Performance," Elias said, his voice dropping an octave in respect. "This is the endgame for internal combustion. It carries a 5.2-liter naturally aspirated V10—the same heart found in the Lamborghini Huracán. It’s mid-engined, rear-biased, and produces a sound that you’ll feel in your bones. It’s raw, it’s visceral, and it represents the pinnacle of our racing heritage."

Jake walked around the R8. He reached out, his fingers skimming the cold, sharp edge of the spoils. ’Yes... this is a car for the weekend,’ he thought. ’This is the car for when I need to remind myself I’m alive.’

"Price starts at 2,100,000VM," Elias noted. "With the Performance Carbon package, you’re looking at 2,500,000VM."

They moved to a much larger, more muscular vehicle. It had the silhouette of a station wagon, but it sat on wheels so large they looked like they belonged on a jet.

"The RS 6 Avant," Elias continued. "The ultimate ’sleeper.’ It features a 4.0L twin-turbo V8 with 621 horsepower. 0–62 in 3.4 seconds. It combines supercar speed with enough room for a board of directors’ worth of luggage. It’s the car for the man who needs to be everywhere, fast, without sacrificing utility."

Jake stared at the RS 6. It was aggressive, wide-bodied, and looked like it could swallow the road whole. ’This could be the daily,’ Jake mused. ’The car that says I have a life, but I’ll still beat you to the next light.’

"The RS 6 starts at 1,260,000VM," Elias added.

Elias quickly walked him past the others—the RS Q8 (1,270,000VM) for SUV dominance, the compact and rowdy RS 3 (630,000VM) with its iconic five-cylinder growl, and the sleek, daily-drivable RS 5 Coupe (790,000VM).

Jake stood between the R8 and the RS 6. The R8 was the throne; the RS 6 was the fortress. "I can’t make choice so I’ll just take them both," Jake said, his voice flat and decisive.

Elias paused, his tablet mid-swipe. "Both, sir?"

"The R8 and the RS 6. And I want them both in black—Mythos Black Metallic. I want them to look like shadows."

A slow, professional grin spread across Elias’s face. "You’re in luck. We received a shipment three days ago. I have a Mythos Black R8 with the black-optics package and a matching RS 6 sitting in the prep bay right now. They haven’t even been listed online."

"Perfect. Let’s do the paperwork."

They spent the next hour in Elias’s glass-walled office. Unlike the real estate office, the coffee here was excellent, and the process was seamless. Jake didn’t haggle; he simply reviewed the specs, ensured the Ceramic Brake upgrades were included on both, and signed the digital transfer.

Total Purchase: 3, 760,000.00VM (plus taxes and fees)

As Elias handed him a leather-bound folder containing the temporary registrations, he looked at Jake with genuine admiration. "Where should we deliver these, Mr. Rivers? We can have them detailed and at your door by this evening."

Jake leaned back, thinking of the 40th floor and the waterfall. "Deliver them to The Zenith in the Sky-Gardens district. Tell the concierge they’re for the penthouse owner. I’ll be there to receive them."

"The Zenith," Elias whispered, the name carrying weight even in a luxury dealership. "I should have guessed. We’ll have them there by 19:00, gleaming."

Jake walked out of the dealership and climbed back into his old Audi A4. He looked at the dashboard—the analog dials, the worn leather of the shifter. It had been a good companion. "Maybe I should give it to Aliya. "

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