World Domination Begins With Getting a System in a Modern World-Chapter 51: Setting Up a Meeting With The Private Investigator

James and Patty made their way home after leaving the law firm, both feeling a deep sense of accomplishment.

The meeting had been a resounding success, and now all that remained was to wait for the lawyers to draft the necessary documents. Once everything was in order, they would be notified, and James could officially begin building his empire in secret.

The car ride back was mostly quiet, with Patty occasionally glancing at James, who was deep in thought.

She could tell he was processing everything that had happened today, already planning his next move. That was one thing she admired about him — his ability to adapt and strategize quickly.

Just a few days ago, he was an ordinary young man with no clear direction. Now, he was setting the foundations for something much bigger than even he fully understood.

More than half an hour later, they finally arrived home. James parked the car in the driveway, turned off the engine, and stepped out. Patty followed, adjusting her purse as they made their way to the front door.

As soon as they entered the house, they were greeted by Leslie, who was slouched on the sofa, flipping between watching TV and scrolling through her phone.

She barely spared them a glance before muttering a lazy:

"Welcome back."

James shook his head, amused at Leslie’s act.

"You’ve been like this all day, haven’t you?" He asked curiously.

Leslie smirked, her eyes still glued to her screen.

"Of course. This is what happens when you two abandon me to suffer alone."

Patty chuckled, as she took off her jacket.

" I’ll go make lunch. It’s past noon already."

James nodded, already heading toward the stairs.

"I’ll be in my room."

Leslie waved a hand dismissively.

"Go on, then. I’ll just be here, starving and neglected."

James smirked but didn’t respond. He climbed the stairs, entered his room, and locked the door behind him.

Taking a deep breath, he pulled out his phone and immediately put a call through to the law firm.

The phone rang for only a few seconds before it was answered by the same receptionist who had greeted them earlier.

Her voice was professional and polite, the kind that was trained for high-end client interactions.

"Good afternoon, this is Harrington & Co. Law Firm. How may I assist you?"

"This is James Zolomon," he said, keeping his tone calm and direct.

"I was in a meeting with Mr. Harrington earlier today regarding the offshore trust holding company. I need to speak with him again about another matter."

There was a slight pause, then the receptionist’s voice came back, slightly more attentive than before.

"Of course, Mr. Zolomon. Please hold for a moment while I connect you."

James tapped his fingers lightly on the desk as he waited. Less than a minute later, Mr. Harrington’s enthusiastic voice came through the speaker.

"Mr. Zolomon! I wasn’t expecting another call so soon. Is there anything I can clarify for you regarding the trust setup?"

James appreciated the eagerness in the older man’s tone. It was clear that Harrington valued him as a client, and for good reason — he wasn’t just another businessman looking for legal loopholes. He was a long-term investment for them, and they knew it.

"No, everything regarding the trust is clear," James replied.

"I actually called for something else. I wanted to ask if your firm has a private investigator on staff, or if you or anyone on your team has contacts with a trusted PI."

There was a brief silence on the other end, followed by Harrington’s intrigued voice. ƒreewebɳovel.com

"A private investigator? That’s an interesting request, Mr. Zolomon. May I ask what you need one for?"

James had already anticipated this question. He knew how lawyers worked—they didn’t like getting involved in anything that could backfire on them legally. That’s why he had already formulated a response that sounded completely business-related.

"It’s for due diligence," James said smoothly.

"Now that I’m expanding my assets, I need to conduct background checks on certain individuals and businesses I may be dealing with in the future. You understand how important it is to know who you’re getting involved with."

Harrington seemed to accept the answer because he responded immediately, his voice back to its businesslike efficiency.

"That’s a very wise approach. And yes, our firm does have a private investigator we work with regularly. He’s highly competent and discreet."

That was exactly what James wanted to hear. He leaned back in his chair, a small smirk forming on his lips.

"That’s good to know. I’d like to meet with him as soon as possible. Ideally, before the day ends or first thing tomorrow."

Harrington hesitated for a moment.

"I can’t guarantee a meeting today, but I’ll reach out to him immediately. If he’s available, I’ll have my receptionist call you back with the details."

"That works for me," James replied. "Let me know as soon as you get an answer."

"Of course, Mr. Zolomon. I’ll handle this personally."

"Appreciate it, Mr. Harrington."

With that, James ended the call and set his phone down on the desk. He exhaled slowly, feeling the thrill of progress. Everything was falling into place.

If this private investigator was as good as Harrington claimed, then it wouldn’t be long before James had everything he needed on Cullen Corp and the McCullen family.

He wasn’t just looking for dirt — he wanted everything. Their financials, their business deals, their skeletons. The things that hadn’t been made public yet.

James rested briefly, before standing up and stretching. He knew that there was no point in obsessing over it right now — he would know soon enough if the meeting could happen today.

Deciding to pass the time, he left his room and went downstairs. He found Leslie still in the same position on the sofa, but now she was watching some drama with intense focus.

"You’re still here?" James teased, sitting down beside her.

She glanced at him briefly before turning back to the TV.

"I have nowhere else to be."

James grabbed the remote and lowered the volume, making her groan in protest.

"Hey!"

James didn’t pay attention to her as he changed the channel to an HDMI channel, and switched on the console. He took his seat and allowed the console to boot, and after he was done,he started playing game.

Leslie saw this but didn’t dare to pick up the pad. She won’t let James have his way again, a third time, and so, she decided to sit this one out.

James, from the corner of his eyes watched Leslie, with a smirk on his face, and he when he saw that she wasn’t going to pick up the pad, he continued playing on his own.

***

A couple of minutes later, Patty walked in from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel.

"Lunch is ready."

Leslie clapped her hands together dramatically.

"Finally! I was dying of hunger!"

James rolled his eyes but smiled as he followed her to the dining table.

As they ate, his phone vibrated on the table. He glanced at it and saw the number was from the law firm, and a his lips stretched into a smirk.

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