“This is impossible,” remarked Naomi, frustrated. Benjamin was twitching to mow through everybody here and just get inside as quickly as possible. But it had to happen naturally so as not to arouse any suspicion. In the meantime, it looked like these people were the staff of MoonShot Industries, then were they hovering as flies outside?You would’ve thought that Kirkland had died or something. Benjamin looked again to find that Naomi was now near one of the abstract statues outside; a marriage of many cuboids, prisms, and pyramids into a single shape, standing on a square plinth, made entirely of glass.He approached to find that she was hovering over a young woman, who had buried her face in her locked hands, sitting on the plinth. “Benjamin,” said Amber “this is Nicole. Apparently, she’s Kirkland’s secretary. Benjamin couldn’t decide if she was beautiful or not, seeing as her makeup was drowned in tears and her expression of a droopy maid.“Nicole, can you tell us anything about wha

“Unlock it” he instructed.“At once, Master.”[Notice: CopyCat Level 1 Unlocked!][Notice: CopyCat Active. Select Target: Full Name]“CopyCat has three requirements for the target user to copy off: 1. You must know their Legal Full Name. 2. You must know what they look like and picture it. 3. You must have spent a minimum of 7 hours with the target.” stated PAYTON. [Notice: CopyCat Active, Select Target. Full Name.]“Full Name: Amber Stone” replied Benjamin, and a picture of Amber popped up on the system screen. [Notice: Target Acquired. Amber Stone. Copy Trait?”]“Some traits are more restricted in copying than others. Currently, only non-verbal traits are available” replied PAYTON. Non-verbal traits imply the existence of verbal traits, thought Benjamin. That means that at some point, I may be able to copy the voices. Is that truly possible?“Copy Trait: HandWriting” replied Benjamin.[Notice: HandWriting. Copied.]At first, nothing seemed to have changed, but Benjamin, so

“I said arrest him, you dumbfuck!”“I don’t appreciate your tone, Captain. Are all captains in the force as loose-mannered as you?” asked Benjamin, with authority.“Harris!” repeated the Captain, ignoring Benjamin. “I’ll have your badge for this!”“Mr Harris isn’t going to listen to you, Captain. And neither are those two over there” said Benjamin. The Captain looked behind him to both officers, their expressions still neutral from the effects of [Bow Down To Me].“What the fuck?” he muttered.“If you’re done gawking, I have a few questions to ask, if you don’t mind,” said Benjamin. The Captain recovered from his shellshock after a couple of seconds and grabbed the handcuffs from Harris.“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Warned Benjamin.The Captain scoffed but grinned. “What? You think you could actually take me in a fight?” he asked. He had absolutely no idea.“Yes” smiled Benjamin “but that is only my last resort.” He said, pulling out the card from his pocket. “Do we have a pro

Simon Black shamefully knocked on the entrance to the Black Manor. It had been over a week since the entire fiasco with Benjamin at the Auctions, and the eventual sale of the Obsidian towers to him. Simon had, instead of returning home for the past couple of days, locked himself miserably in the Millennium Hotel Downtown, trying to drink away the feeling of utter uselessness and incompetence, but more importantly, trying to comprehend how in high heavens had the Son of a Pauper, that Benjamin Black, how had he risen to such heights? He woke up the next day still drunk, still in possession of the deed of sale that had been transferred over to Ivy Corporations, which was apparently that Pauper's new company. So, it definitely wasn't a a dream or some wicked nightmare. The pauper had come into some serious money! In the second day, no sleep came into Simon Black's eyes. Imagining the possible repercussions, imagining the humiliation. The drinks kept piling up, and the hotel dispensed

Before he had a chance for another thought, they blocked his path.“What the fuck is this?” asked Simon loudly, looking carefully at three of them. It was then he recognized the one in the middle. He was a usual guard and envoy for the Black family! “Mr Simon” started the manager from behind. Simon turned to look at him. “I think you should at least listen to what I have to say.” He continued. Simon ignored him once more and turned to the family guars.“Why are you here?” he asked the guard most familiar to him. “Didn’t I leave you back at the house after we finished the auctions? Were you having me followed?” he asked them. Not a single response. That seemed to be it, then.“On whose orders, were you having me followed?” bellowed Benjamin, but he had a sneaking suspicion as to the identity behind the operation. She has been busy, thought Benjamin, referring to Mrs Black.“Answer Me!” he barked again.“Mr Simon” started the Manager again, creeping behind Simon. “You must forgive