RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System-Chapter 216: The Great G

Saturday, 8th of June, 2002

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After a grueling night spent satisfying Denise and Isabella, the weight of the previous evening was still lingering. Yet, despite the exhaustion, I had completed all my exercises just in time.

Stepping off the treadmill, I draped a red towel across my left shoulder and wiped the sweat from my face. The hotel's gym was quiet this late, and I moved towards the section where weight bars were stacked, feeling the coolness of the air-conditioned room as I made my way over.

I halted beside an individual lifting a loaded barbell across her shoulders, performing squats with ease. Her form was impeccable, and though her round fat ass was certainly eye-catching, I found my gaze drawn more to the muscular tension of her thighs as they worked beneath the weight.

This wasn't some random gym-goer—it was Denise, deeply immersed in her workout.

The gym was sparsely populated, and Denise had no hesitation in showing off how her tights stretched to their limits as her body descended.

"150 kg? Aren't you a bit too strong for this?" I asked, eyebrow raised as she completed another set and stood to set the bar down.

"I keep up a daily routine," she replied, brushing a few stray hairs from her forehead.

My eyes briefly wandered to her exposed thighs, but I caught myself and waved her over, pushing the thought aside.

"Come here. Your arms could use more work—let's bulk them up."

...

By 9:30 PM, Denise and I were in a limousine, making our way toward the Googleplex. The streets outside were tranquil, the world bathed in the soft glow of early morning light.

"What do you think about developing an estate here?" I asked, breaking the silence.

"Not a bad idea," Denise mused, glancing out the window with a thoughtful expression. "But we don't have the skillset or foundation to dive into real estate just yet."

"We already acquired a resort, didn't we? We'll learn from there. No need to rush."

We exited the calm streets and entered the highway, the hum of the road filling the quiet. As we passed a sign reading "Amphitheatre Parkway," Denise turned toward me.

"You've been firing on all cylinders since you came back. What happened?"

"Nothing much. I've always had plans, but now I've got the funds to push them forward. But we still have a long way to go, Denise."

I held her gaze for a beat before returning to my contemplation of the passing scenery. My mind drifted to the future of this place—how it would grow into something monumental in years to come.

Our journey through Mountain View was brief, only taking about 26 minutes. We exited the highway and entered a vast road lined with trees, the area strikingly quiet and serene.

At last, we passed through a gate and arrived at the impressive Google headquarters. The sleek, modern glass building rose before us like a monument to the future.

The limousine dropped us off at the front of the building, and we stepped out, heading towards the entrance.

"Hmmm, no asses in skirts to watch today," I muttered, observing the near-empty interior of the building.

Aside from the receptionist behind the desk, the lobby seemed devoid of life. Denise approached the counter while my gaze was drawn to the large illuminated G sign in the center of the room. I was still admiring the design when Denise returned, informing me that someone was on their way to guide us up.

Less than a minute later, an elevator door opened, and a man dressed in black trousers and a crisp white shirt stepped out, walking toward us swiftly.

"Sir, Ma'am, please follow me. The founders are waiting for you."

We were told that the founders awaited us, but when we entered the large, regal conference room, it was eerily empty. The man who escorted us apologized, stating that the founders were running a bit behind.

He pulled out two seats for us before excusing himself, and Denise, always one to keep a sharp mind, spoke with a hint of skepticism.

"I didn't expect them to start things off like this."

"Don't blame them," I said with a lazy smile, settling into the luxurious black chair. "Maybe someone misplaced their shoes."

Denise ignored my words, but I couldn't help but state the truth. Up in their office a floor above, Sergey had, in fact, lost his shoes. They were tucked behind his desk, but both he and Larry were searching the desks in front of them, oblivious to where they had fallen.

"Comedic," I muttered to Denise, who glanced at me, confused.

Minutes passed before the door opened, and in walked Sergey and Larry, the co-founders of Google, dressed in matching black trousers and white shirts. I stood, smiling as I shook hands with both of them, my grin drawing their attention.

"Is there a problem, Mr. Lawson?" Larry asked, noticing my lingering gaze on his trousers.

"You both look like you're ready for a picnic once this is over," I quipped.

Larry glanced at Sergey, who shrugged in acknowledgment.

"Well, you're not entirely wrong," Larry said, with a wry smile. "Saturday's a good day for rest, not so much for meetings."

The comment held some truth, and I could hear a faint grievance in his tone, but I let it pass.

"Sorry if we pushed too hard," Sergey added. "But we had to meet with you before Vanguard gets its claws into you next week."

"Your secretary called in some heavy favors, and we had no choice but to meet with you," Larry chimed in, his voice a mix of cordiality and business.

We took our seats and locked gazes, the atmosphere shifting as the two men's auras became palpable, resting firmly on me.

"Woah," I thought, taken aback by the weight of their presence.

Sergey and Larry, though still relatively young, had already developed the ability to manifest aura, this a testament to their years of hard work and overcoming obstacles to bring Google to its current stature.

"Things won't be easy," I realized, not holding back as Larry made their stance clear.

"I'll be honest with you, Mr. Lawson," Larry began, his tone turning businesslike. "Right now, we're not looking for investors.

As you've already mentioned, we're in talks with Vanguard, and we have deals to finalize with them and other groups next week.

We've already brought enough outsiders into the company. For now, we want to remain lean and focused on building."