Reincarnated Trillionaire Tycoon

My Company

Zen came down from the car and stood before his workers, who all turned to look at him the minute he stepped down. Ariel started the car and drove off; he held himself from looking back because he knew that it would betray his stance as the leader. He soon realized that he didn’t need to do much.

Like the people he was so accustomed to seeing, these people knew how to recognize power. The body he was in exuded the most power he could ever dream of, a strong powerful man who secretly had arthritis.

The workers gathered around and he looked at their faces, one after the other. As someone who had been in their midst before, Zen knew the right words to use do they won’t be discouraged and spoil the work he wanted to put in this.

“Thank you for coming, guys,” he started.

The men edged forward, surprised that he was thanking them. Very few employers thanked their workers for coming, and the ones who did usually had a behind motive of overworking and underpaying them.

“I know you took your precious time out of your busy schedule to come work for me, so I’d better get to the point.” He said.

Zen looked around before continuing. “First of all, I want all hands on deck, Monday to Sunday, you will tow this ground, lay the foundation and build according to the plan I will lay out for you. And no, you don’t all have to work at once.” He added the last part when they started to murmur amongst themselves.

‘There will be shifts amongst you all; three hours each between each set. Food and drinks will be sent here every day for lunch, and your pay will be increased based on the merits and dedication you put into it.”

Zen spent about an hour with them, going over the salary and the food trucks with them. They mostly wanted to talk about the bonus and how much work they needed to do in order to achieve it. He found himself slowly assimilating into the boss mode. It was so easy to be a boss when these men flocked around him and ask questions about money. He couldn’t help but feel a little bit of pride that he was finally seen at last, even if it wasn’t his face.

His voice didn’t even make it easy for him. It was deep and seemed to vibrate in the air when he spoke. He liked it; no, actually he loved it.

“So,” he said when they finally concluded. “When are we going to start working?”

“Anytime you want us to start sir,” he answered.

“Good. I will like to take in your details so I can keep track of your progress.”

“Yes sir.”

Supervising a work was tiring. Two weeks into it and Zen was already finding it difficult to cope.

“When are you going to get me an assistant?” he asked Ariel irritably when she came to pick him one morning.

Ariel merely smiled and started the car. “You don’t look good. Are you stressed from work?”

“Obviously! I feel like I’ve aged twenty more years ever since I started supervising their work directly.”

“If that is the case, why didn’t you just tell me to find you a supervisor to do that for you?”

“I expected that you should know what I need.”

She laughed; and it sounded so heavenly that he turned slowly to stare at her for long moments. There was something about her laughter that was refreshing. Zen imagined that she loved torturing him so much that his discomfort brought her happiness. He rarely saw her give a genuine smile, so he wondered if he should let her trample on him and make her laugh more.

No, that was not the job of a boss. Her business should not concern him; she can hold in her laughter for a thousand more years if she wanted.

“Oh well, I can’t get you an assistant right now,” Ariel said, hiccupping as her laughter dried out. “But, I can get you something better.”

“Oh, what is that?”

“A supervisor.” She laughed at her words, pressing her foot down and causing the car to speed up.

Zen grabbed his seat belt even though he was already tucked in. Someone like her could crash and remain unharmed while he may die yet again and be taken to another dimension.

“Can you slow down?!”

She released her leg on the pedal and smiled at him. “Look at you, all stressed from rebuilding your company back. I will have a tiny pity on you and get you a supervisor.”

“Why, thank you,” he replied sarcastically.

“And a male personal assistant that would report to you what the supervisor would not.”

“Great. Why don’t you get me a maid while at it?”

“No, that is the work of your personal assistant—if you do get one, but I’ll get you a driver.”

“You know I’m beginning to think that you enjoy taking me to work. You promise to get a driver every day yet you bring none back. Is getting a driver that much of a hard work?”

She scoffed as she turned into an angle. “It’s not like I like driving you to work, Zen, but there is something you must know.”

The ominous tone in her voice kept him at an edge. Even when she unconsciously increased the speed of her car, he did not stop her.

“What is it that I must know, Ariel?”

“Well, you see, did you think it’s as easy as being in the body of a man?”

“What?” he asked, confused.

Ariel smiled and released her leg on the pedal, sliding into his work site. “Zen, you’re in the body of a man who’s affiliated with portals and demons. Did you think you were just occupying is body for no reason? You have a purpose, Zen, one that you may soon discover.”