I Inherited Trillions, Now What?-Chapter 67: Breakdown

Alexander sat at his desk, eyes fixed on a book with documents arranged neatly in front of him. His secretary, Everlyn, stood before him, having just completed a task he’d assigned—a task that involved billions. Now, he expected a full rundown.

"So, what happened during the meeting?" he asked, his tone calm yet expectant. "Also, give me a breakdown of how much we’ve used and what we own now."

Everlyn, despite the hours of work and little sleep, had just flown in from California to New York after the meeting. She’d been busy planning every detail, making sure everything was in order, and giving instructions to Paul along the way. Though jetlagged, her appearance was impeccable, her hair neatly done, and her business suit sharp as ever. She answered without hesitation, her voice steady and professional.

"The meeting went as planned," Everlyn began, her tone measured but carrying a hint of surprise. "The only thing that caught me off guard was BlackRock voting during the first part. I didn’t expect that—I thought I’d have to strongarm the minor shareholders and convince Gerald. Honestly, I went in blind," she admitted, glancing at Alexander.

He was seated calmly, a copy of 1984 in hand. Without lifting his head, his black eyes scanned her briefly, signaling her to continue.

She cleared her throat and pressed on. "But I believed you would have made the necessary preparations to ensure it passed. I just didn’t expect BlackRock to be the one to come through."

Alexander’s eyes trailed back to his book as he opened his lips, his deep voice filling the room. "I called Nathaniel Rockefeller and offered him half our shell shares to secure his vote," he said matter-of-factly.

Everlyn’s eyes widened in shock, the words tumbling from her lips. "That’s—" she stammered, unable to finish her thought. Her surprise left her momentarily speechless.

She wasn’t surprised that her boss had called Nathaniel Rockefeller to strike a deal. After years by his side, growing into his trusted second-in-command, Everlyn understood Alexander better than anyone. He was a man who would do anything for business—even making deals with those he referred to as "enemies." No, what shocked her wasn’t the act itself but the terms of the deal.

Shell—a corporate giant worth $200 billion overall. The Blackwells had owned 20% of it, a staggering $40 billion stake. Now, half of that was gone, sold to the Rockefellers. The price tag, while massive, was just a drop in the ocean of the Blackwell fortune. What truly stunned her was the historical and symbolic weight of those shares.

The late chairman—Alexander’s father—had gone to extraordinary lengths to acquire them. It had been a strategic and personal triumph, a bold retaliation against the Rockefellers and other elite families who had sought to suppress the Blackwells for decades. Owning a significant stake in Shell, a company the Rockefellers had coveted for generations, had been a declaration of power. It sent a clear message: the Blackwells were not to be underestimated—they were here to stay.

And now, Alexander had given up a piece of that legacy.

She stared at her boss, unable to mask the disbelief etched on her face. Alexander Blackwell, the man she had spent years serving with unwavering loyalty, had just sold a cornerstone of his father’s legacy. A monumental triumph of the late chairman’s life had been handed back to the very people he had wrested it from.

"Sir, you gave away the Shell holdings? That’s insane! What about the stress your father went through to acquire them?" she said, her voice laced with a mix of shock and disbelief.

Alexander’s gaze lifted from the book he had been reading, his cold, icy black eyes locking onto hers. She had worked with him for years, but even she wasn’t immune to the chill of his unfeeling stare. It was as if all warmth had been drained from the room. His voice, low and deliberate, cut through the tension.

"What are you saying?" he asked, his tone laced with quiet authority.

Everlyn swallowed hard but pressed on, her professionalism battling with her emotions. "Sir, you, of all people, know what those shares meant to the late chairman. He even gave bonuses to everyone in the company when he acquired them. And for what? Nvidia? Is that company even worth it? I mean, sure, it’s a leader in AI, but it’s not the only one. The Chinese, the Koreans, even other American companies are all making waves in the field. We had to use billions and leverage some of our other holdings for this deal. Sir, I know I shouldn’t question your decisions, but this feels reckless—like it could be a costly mistake."

Her voice wavered slightly at the end, but her conviction held firm. She had always been loyal to Alexander, but today, she couldn’t hold back. The weight of the decision was too immense to stay silent.

Alexander’s gaze remained fixed on her, his voice calm yet deliberate as he spoke a single word: "Apple."

Everlyn, who had been mid-sentence, faltered, her worry giving way to confusion. "What?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Alexander leaned back in his chair, his composure unshaken. "If you could own 20% or more of Apple stock when it was valued at the level Nvidia is now, would you do it?"

Everlyn paused, the weight of his question sinking in. After a moment, she replied, "From a business perspective, that would be groundbreaking. With Apple’s current valuation, a 200% increase—or more—would go down as one of the greatest investments of all time. Possibly ever." She stopped, her brows furrowing. "But that’s Apple. Nvidia, while promising, is not Apple. It doesn’t have the same level of market domination or the proven trajectory."

Alexander nodded slowly, his expression unreadable. "You’re right—it’s not Apple."

Everlyn seized the moment to interject. "Then why did you invest so much in it?"

Before she could continue, Alexander’s deep voice cut through her words, firm and compelling, silencing her instantly. "Because Nvidia will be much more than Apple."

The gravity of his tone commanded her attention as he went on. "Nvidia’s potential is beyond anything Apple achieved in its time. The world is moving toward AI and machine learning at a pace no one can fully grasp yet. Nvidia is at the forefront of that shift. Owning this much of its stock positions us not just as participants but as leaders in the industry. When Nvidia surpasses Apple in value—and it will—we will be at the forefront of the next technological revolution. This isn’t just an investment, Everlyn. This is the future."

His words hung in the air, compelling and absolute. For a moment, even Everlyn, who had never challenged her boss before, found herself silenced by the sheer conviction in his voice.

"That’s why I made the deal," Alexander said, his voice steady and resolute. "I know my father. If he knew how much we stood to gain from this, he’d have sold the entire 20% without hesitation to make it happen. Remember, we’re an investment company—we follow the money. And right now, Nvidia is where the money is. Now, continue with what I asked earlier. What’s our position with the company?"

Everlyn stood rooted to the spot, still processing the bombshell revelation. Nvidia, another Apple? The thought reverberated through her mind. She knew better than to doubt Alexander’s instincts—his uncanny ability to spot a financial juggernaut before anyone else. It was a talent he’d clearly inherited from his father, a man who had built a trillion-dollar empire from the ground up.

Still, the implications of this move were staggering. If—no, when—what Alexander predicted came true, it would shock the financial world. From allies like Vanguard and State Street to adversaries like BlackRock, they had all worked tirelessly to increase their stakes. But she realized something critical: while they anticipated Nvidia’s value rising, none of them believed it would reach Apple’s level. If they had, they would have fought tooth and nail to prevent the Blackwells from acquiring such a significant share.

Before she could speak, Alexander’s voice cut through her thoughts, colder than before. "And Everlyn," he said, his black eyes boring into her, "I seem to have missed when this became a democracy."

The air in the room grew tense as his words landed with precision. "Make no mistake," he continued, his tone as icy as his stare. "You are an extension of me. Yes, your input is valued in certain instances, but at the end of the day, your role is to follow orders. Is that understood?"

Everlyn felt the weight of his gaze, unyielding and unrelenting, pressing down on her. His words were a stark reminder of who he was—a man who demanded absolute loyalty and obedience, no matter the stakes.

Everlyn, realizing the weight of her earlier outburst, immediately lowered her head in a show of contrition. "I am sorry, sir. I’m sorry I got emotional," she said quickly, her tone humble and apologetic.

Alexander’s piercing gaze remained fixed on her, and the silence stretched for over a minute. She stayed in her bowing position, the tension almost unbearable, until he finally spoke. "It’s okay. You’re forgiven. It’s all because of the respect you have for my father," he said, his tone softer but still firm.

Everlyn straightened, a wave of relief washing over her as she responded, "Thank you, sir." She quickly regained her professional demeanor and continued her report.

"About the share prices," she began, her voice steady, "we used an additional $300 billion to buy the new shares, with State Street and Vanguard each contributing $100 billion, which increased their stock valuation. The minor holders, despite their protests, were left with just $4 billion to share among themselves. With that $300 billion, we acquired 20%, and combining it with our existing shares, which diluted to 5.07%, our total stake should now be 25.07%. Paul is still negotiating on the board’s behalf and has promised a satisfactory response regarding the employee stocks, currently valued at 4.03%."

She took a quick breath but didn’t falter, knowing her boss preferred efficiency. "After everything, we will have spent a total of $448.06 billion for 30% of the entire company," she concluded, confident in the clarity of her explanation.

Alexander, who had resumed reading his book midway through her report, gave a single-word acknowledgment. "Good."

Everlyn stood quietly, waiting to see if there were further instructions. Sensing her lingering presence, Alexander spoke again, his voice as measured as ever. "Good work, Everlyn. I’ll call you when I need you. For now, you can go rest in your quarters."

Everlyn nodded immediately, her expression composed. "Thank you, sir," she said before turning to leave the room, her steps purposeful yet light. As she exited, she felt a strange mix of exhaustion and satisfaction, knowing she had done her part for the day.

As Everlyn passed through the grand hallways of the mansion, her steps faltered when she saw a maid passing by. She stopped her with a curt question. "Where is my father?"

The maid, startled and visibly anxious from being called, stammered, "Mr. Sebastian is outside the island, ma’am. I... I don’t know where he is."

Everlyn dismissed her with a flick of her wrist, her mind racing. Out of the island? That couldn’t be good. Her father, Sebastian, was the private butler to the head of the Blackwell family—his absence meant something significant was unfolding, something she wasn’t yet privy to.

She ordered the maid to bring food to her room and continued on her way to her quarters, her thoughts churning. Something was off.

Entering her room, she noticed the bed was neatly made, a stark contrast to her frayed nerves. She barely had the energy to remove her clothes before collapsing onto the soft sheets, the weight of the day sinking into her muscles. The stress of the entire situation—the takeover, the deal with Nvidia, the difficult conversation with Alexander—had left her mentally and physically drained. Talking to her boss had been more exhausting than trying to take over a trillion-dollar company.

She lay still, her body begging for rest, and within moments, sleep took over.

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On her nightstand, a plate of high-quality seared foie gras with truffle oil, paired with a delicate side of roasted heirloom vegetables and a glass of fine Bordeaux wine, sat untouched. The maid had brought it to her room, but Everlyn was too tired to eat. As the tranquility of sleep enveloped her, the plate remained there, a quiet reminder of the luxury that surrounded her, while she rested, unaware of what tomorrow might bring.

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