The Greedy Heart

Meet Mr. President of G4US entertainment

Nathan’s POV

I sit in my office chair and take in the view from my 85th floor office, in the city of Atlanta watching the sun set over the horizon. I contemplate all that I have accomplished the past 7 years, which was quite a bit. I established my first virtual game online that could be played by multiple players in a virtual reality realm, accessed using basic internet, using affordable virtual glasses and just your typical keyboard and mouse. I was looking to create something that any income could afford, once it was launched with the help of my parents funding of course, it went viral like an airborne disease.

I was an instant millionaire in a matter of days, a billionaire in under a year, and now one of the richest young men in the world. My company, G4US, was on the top list of every successful company in the world. Within the past 7 years, we have tweaked my game to have different levels of entertainment, so that those of any income could still participate and play, even gaining points to enter higher levels without needing to spend any actual cash out of pocket.

The past couple of years, I have been working on a new game but keep coming up with a roadblock. Unable to shake it, I end my days like this sitting quietly in my office watching the sun go down, as a favorite past time of mine. The quiet moments are always my favorite, my time to relax and unwind my mind for even just a minute. I miss those days of just living a normal stress-free life.

 I never thought that I would encompass to this. I should be forever thankful, which I am, but how I miss those days where I had no responsibilities, other than my daily chores and making it home on time before my parents woke up, from a night out of gaming with friends from school.

I hear a knock at the door, and I say, “Enter.” I turn back around and look at the clock on my desk, it’s 6:30 pm. The door opens and Fred walks in with his faithful iPad in his hand, scanning his finger up and down the screen.

“Hey, Fred. What’s going on?” I ask wondering what he was perusing on his iPad.

“Hey Nathan, so we need to get moving, sir. We must pick up your outfit for this evening’s events and get you dressed for the get together at 8:00pm. I double checked your schedule, and everything has been cleared until noon tomorrow, that way you can take your time this evening and rest up in the morning for your 1:00pm meeting with the gaming crew on the new upcoming accessories.” He states to me, looking up he raises his glasses back up his nose.

“Alright then, shall we get this done and over with?” I say getting up from my desk and grabbing my top-of-the-line laptop that held almost all my life’s work in it. Place it into my secure laptop case, which I seal and lock.

What can I say? I’m a nerd. I’ve always been a nerd since I could possibly remember. I was the top of all my classes and excelled at anything I put my mind too. I couldn’t help it, except for when I was forced to do something that I didn’t want to do. Something most people would be excited to do, especially, when it was practically given to you. I was a young man already 18 years old and my parents wanted me to go to college. College of their choice, of course, Harvard, Stanford, MIT, etcetera. However, I just couldn’t do it though, I was smart enough to gain a scholarship of my choice and with the backing of my parents I could’ve literally gone to any college I wished too. But even then, I couldn’t do it.

Call it stubborn, call it a tantrum, call it whatever you want to call it, I don’t give a damn, but I just didn’t want to do it. For some reason, I had the urge to make my own way. Every day of my life, I lived with a silver spoon in my mouth and practically I was tired of it.

I wanted to make my own way, not from my parent’s money, not from a scholarship, but just plain hard work. My parents owned one of the top pharmaceutical companies in the world. We’ve owned the company for generations. Granted, I could’ve just taken the money, gone to college and ultimately work under my father, but I didn’t want to do that.

So, I struck a deal with my father, and that was if I can create my own game with some funds from my parents to get it started and if I could get it launched and became a millionaire within a year then I can do whatever I wanted. However, if I created something and it didn’t profit a million within that year, then I would head on to college.

Well, we all know what happened there, I was an instant millionaire in a matter of days.

My dad eagerly agreed and loaned me $50,000 to get my game started, not thinking that much would come from it. However, I proved them wrong and even better I only used $10,000 before launching the game.

When my parents found out about my instant rise in society, they threw in the white towel and helped me build my company to what it is now. I love my parents as I wouldn’t have been here if it weren’t for them. More than anything, I was happy to know that they were proud of me and willing to help me with whatever I needed.

As I lock my office with my fingerprint and code, I follow Fred to the elevator to head down to my awaiting car. Fred, my personal assistant, who has been with me since the beginning was secretly like a nerd like me, but he was also my personal bodyguard. At first, he was hired on by my parents to protect me as attempts at my life started to become a nuisance from jealous competitors or other companies that wanted to threaten me because of my rise to fame. Finding out that the previous ex-Marine was a mathematical genius, I decided years ago to hire him on directly as my personal assistant and bodyguard. Over the years, we’ve became good friends, and he was my closest confidant.

“Hey Fred, is there any way I can get out of this evening's events and just send him a gift or what not?” I ask him, not really wanting to partake in going out this evening.

He looks up at me from his iPad, “No not really, tonight is to basically represent your parents, even though it's in a rather promiscuous accommodation, but your parents insist you join as they could not, or should I say, would not, go?” he says.

“Fine.” I stated frankly.

Knowing that no matter where I went Fred would be near, at least I would have him to talk too. I barely knew the guy that my parents wanted to shake hands with and make friends, he was some son of another competing pharmaceutical company and for some reason they wanted me to get know him.

We exit the elevator, and Fred is finally on attention putting his iPad away, switching from personal assistant to bodyguard. We make our way to one of my many vehicles and Fred opens the door for me to enter, closes it behind me as he walks to the front and drives out of the massive underground garage.

Now don’t get me wrong, I am a nerd, but I’m also a good looking one too. I’m 6’3”, brown dark hair, green hazel eyes, I workout daily, so I’m fairly built, and to top it off the ladies go crazy for my dimples, one on each cheek. I shrug, just thinking about my looks, sometimes I wish I didn’t look like this either. I don’t care for all the attention. After the first attempt at my life, I have been vigorously training with my personal trainer on defensive and offensive moves. In case I was ever attacked unaware, I was efficient on my own really. Tactfully, I could plain defend myself, so I really didn’t need Fred as my bodyguard, but then its always better to be safe than sorry. In a way, I guess I just got used to Fred and he is one of my closest friends.

“Hey Fred, did you eat yet?” I ask him.

“No, sir.” He states.

“Quit that s**t, man. We’re not at the office,” I tell him and continued, “Wanna grab a bite to eat after we get my outfit for the evening?” I see him look at me through the rearview mirror.

“Sure, man, that sound’s good. Where do you wanna go?” he asks.

“How about you surprise me bro? I’m open to anything right now; I haven’t eaten anything since this morning.” I tell him.