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Originally Published on Literotica
April 5, 2020 here: https://www.literotica.com/s/harems-of-elites-ep-01-act-01
Clean up in progress since May 31, 2024
H A R E M S _ O F _ E L I T E S
C r e a t e d _ b y
L i a m _ M o r n i n g s t a r
a n d J o s h u a _ C . _ L i g h t m a n
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S e a s o n _ O n e :
T h e _ T a k e o v e r
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In 2107 AD, the world has changed four decades after World War Three.
Twins Nathan and Jeanie get a trillion dollar inheritance... and a new sister. With a secret past between her and Nathan. But even Jeanie has her unmentionable secrets with her twin.
Jeanie and Nathan figure out there's a HUGE catch to their inheritance, and now the three of them and their six other sisters must come together in a project to help save the gene pool of the world.
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Episode 1, Act I - The World in the 22nd Century
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The First Part:
Party's Just Begun
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'...-t's gonna be a windy day later this evening with light rains once the northern winds come by sunset.'
'Oh, what a *shame* it would be for those about to have date nights outdoors this Monday night.'
The two female anchors laughed as they made light of the 100% accurate weather forecast for the evening.
Nathan Scott quickly got bored of the wall-mounted holoscreen TV he just turned on and used his classic smartphone to play his favorite song on their wireless speaker. '1999' by Prince.
He scratched his full stubble and light features up to his long ebony hair and laid his well-built limbs across the couch, wearing just his black jogging pants. He skipped to 0:51 at the first verse.
His head bopped and his shoulders swayed to the classic funky song.
'I was dreaming when I wrote this
Forgive me if it goes astray...'
Jeanie Scott stepped into the living room and gave an audible, "Hmm..."
Nathan turned around from his seat at the couch to see his fair-skinned fraternal twin, wearing just his white striped dress shirt and her loose pink shorts.
She leaned her shoulder on the wall with her arms crossed. Her signature snide pose.
'But when I woke up this morning
Could have sworn it was Judgement Day...'
She slicked back a loose strand of her long Hollywood blonde hair almost reaching her waist and looked at the opposite wall in the corridor, narrowing her eyes at the paper calendar.
On it showed their current month of February 2107.
Jeanie couldn't help but poke fun at him. "I could have sworn it was the 2100s. I didn't know we went back two centuries," she said, making fun of his penchant for late 20th and early 21st century music.
He turned back and shook his head.
She walked over to her twin, strutting her evenly-toned, gym-curvy figure, then stood just behind his left to look at this morning's news. "When will you stop listening to hundred year old music exclusively?" she teased Nathan, not facing him.
"Once you stop being annoying. Which is never." He replied, also turning to the TV.
With his back turned, she hit his ear with her big, well-proportioned breasts cleverly hidden in her current clothes, annoying him further.
"HEY!" He shot out, startled.
She glanced at their coffee table and quietly sat beside him, ignoring his angry glares. Two prepared bowls of Chocolate Crunch cereal and a spoon in each lay in front. Getting no other reply, Nathan huffed, took his bowl and ate.
Then she said, "You can also stop being lazy and try learning how to cook."
"...I buy the groceries. Give me a break."
She snickered and took her bowl.
The music was still playing and the second chorus came.
'They say, two thousand, zero, zero
Party over, oops, out of time...'
The music fought with the TV barely audible. '...This Monday morning of the 28th...' Only the real-time subtitles made it understandable.
"At least turn the speakers down," she told him.
"...Okay, fine," he ultimately obliged.
"Thank you," she gave him a quick peck on the lips and stood.
He asked, "Where you going?"
"To cook us some actual food."
"This counts as food."
"Nathan, we are not *that* f*cking cheap." She walked back to the corridor and stepped into the kitchen. The view from the kitchen opened to the living room through a passthrough cutout just above the counters.
Her twin then moved to eat the other cereal bowl. "Really? You're that hungry?"
"Food is food." He said, still eating the cereal.
She sighed with a laugh, "I got paid for my paintings, remember? We don't have to conserve!"
Then, the TV anchors spoke seriously, 'Okay, there's breaking news. An unspeakable tragedy. Francis Armondale... head CEO of Armondale & Co... was shot dead just this morning on his trip in Europe, around 6 a.m. mere minutes ago, from an attack by eight masked assailants.'
Both twins shot their heads at the screen. Nathan turned up the volume and turned off his music.
'...No one else was badly injured. Police are alleging this as a professionally planned assassination. We don't have many details, but Co-CEO Gabriel DeMont was also a victim in this heinous crime, but was only mildly bruised.
At age 64, Francis Armondale, physicist, chemist, geneticist, tech scientist, world's richest man and first and only ever trillionaire, leaves a legacy behind that will not be forgotten...'
* * * * * * *
As Nathan and Jeanie drove through the solemn streets, they saw a large, black and white portrait of Francis Armondale in front of a Quantum store - the smartphone brand of Armondale & Co. that rose up after World War III and it's aftershocks, ushering in a new technological Renaissance. The brand that introduced quantum computing and put its capabilities in a handheld phone.
People are lined up and putting flowers and letters in tribute to the man many considered to have returned the world to its lost technology before the last world war began and pushed it even further than where it left off.
Men and women were crying. Many were sharing stories with each other. The world was in grief.
Nathan drove to the next block to drop off Jeanie to her office. They pulled over.
"I take it you'll have to cancel your event?" she asked. In a raffle draw between the top performing companies there in West Virginia City, Nathan's company won the chance to be welcomed as special guests to have dinner at Mr. Armondale's private city estate - Armondale Circle.
"I guess so," he replied with a frown. Nathan also looked up to the man and was excited to meet him in person.
Jeanie detached her seat belt, groomed her brother's slicked back hair and patted his deep navy blue blazer's sleeves clean. She also patted her white cardigan, blue sleeved dress and affixed her braided hair to her right shoulder. She gave one last check on her braid's red ribbon.
Before going, she comforted him, "It's alright." She put a hand on his shoulder. "We'll just buy pizza tonight if you don't feel like making it."
He smiled. "Okay... Have a good day at work."
They pecked each other a kiss. The HR manager stepped out of their car, giving her twin one last wave before entering her insurance firm's building.
Nathan also took time to at least pat his light orange-brown pants clean, hastily re-used from the previous weekend.
He breathed a sigh for a moment.
...Then the car moved forward.
* * * * * * *
As Nathan arrived at his BPO office, his close high school friend and co-branch manager Noah Bilyeu caught up to him.
"Nathan! Perfect timing! We need to talk."
"This is about the event at Mr. Armondale's, isn't it?" Nathan followed his friend to the next corridor and continued to speak as they walked.
"Yeah, but not in the way you'd expect. They said Mr. Gabriel DeMont is looking for you."
"'They'? Who's 'they'? And you're talking about *that* Mr. DeMont?"
"Yeah. Mr. Armondale's co-CEO. They've got his lawyer and four guys in black in the conference room representing him. They said it was urgent that you speak with them alone."
"Just me? Why?"
"It's about the event. They said it's still happening, but in a different way. They have to discuss it with you. That's all they're saying."
"Wait, we're not in trouble now, are we?"
"No. They didn't say anything like that. There should have been a police escort at the entrance if there was."
They arrived at the conference room. Two black suited guys stood guard of the door. The glass window to the room was shut off by it's blinders.
Noah spoke to the two guards, "This is Mr. Nathaniel Scott, my co-head branch manager."
The guards saluted him, "Good morning, Mr. Scott."
One guard used his phone to make a call. "Mr. Nathaniel Scott is here... Copy... Okay, Mr. Scott, you are cleared to enter."
"Uhh... Okay..." Nathan turned to his friend, then asked the guard, not hiding his nervousness, "You sure Mr. Bilyeu can't assist me? It's a bit tense not knowing what to expect here. And in this setup."
The other guard replied, "We apologize, Mr. Scott, but this matter is of utmost confidentiality. Perhaps you can ask Mr. Harrington inside. Also, please put all your electrical devices in this pouch. You can carry it inside."
The guard handed him a black and silver lined pouch and quickly put in his old-school smartphone.
Noah assured his friend, "I can't help now, but later you can look for me."
"Okay, man. Thanks."
Noah gave him a fistbump to his left. "You got this."
"Thanks, dude." Nathan grabbed the handle and slowly went into the room.
He saw a fair haired British man and two tall guys behind him in similar black suits and ties. The lawyer stood up. The British man had a white dress shirt and a dark-brown waistcoat to match his pants. Prim and old-fashioned.
"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Scott. I'm Thomas Harrington," he introduced himself. "I'm Mr. DeMont and Mr. Armondale's head lawyer."
Nathan shook his hand. They sat down as Thomas explained, "We won't take much of your time. But I do have important things to share to you and I have to share them briefly, so please bear with me. Currently, with the tragic passing of Mr. Armondale, at the request of his will, we are informing his heirs and next of kin about their shares of inheritance."
"Uhmm.. Next of kin?" Nathan was confused.
"Yes, Mr. Scott. It may be of shock to you, but you and your twin sister, Jean Laurel Scott, are *both* legitimate children of Mr. Francis Armondale from his late wife. And both of you, by your birthright and his own will mentioning you both by name, are now heirs to Armondale Circle and his estate.
That includes his net worth in cash worth at least One Trillion Dollars for you each, a position in his board of directors and a residency in his city circle."
"Whoa... Whoa, whoa, whoa..." Nathan could not believe what he was hearing. Since childhood, Nathan and Jeanie knew they were adopted. Their late parents, Julian and Andrea Scott, never made them feel like they weren't their own children and raised them well.
Although many other tragedies happened, they always had a good relationship with their late parents.
However, the identities of their birth parents were somehow lost in the records when they were given up to adoption at just one year old.
Jeanie was born first, followed by Nathan after just a few minutes.
Their vital signs were there, but had no mentions of who their birth parents were.
Because they felt loved in their environment, they never bothered to search for who they were.
Now, at the age of 32, he was being told that his birth father is the man that, other than his adoptive dad, he looked up to the most since he was a teen. AND he was getting his unimaginable wealth!
The visionary. The philanthropist. The world saver. The genius. The world's richest man. Was... the world's richest man. Francis Armondale.
But now... he was dead.
The lawyer saw his apprehension and took out scanned pages and images on sheets of paper.
"These were your birth pictures and your original birth certificates which included your parents information. When Mr. Armondale went by his and his late wife's last name.. Garrison. It shows the DNA test proving you are their children."
He finally found out the missing information:
Father: Frank Garrison
Mother: Lydia Garrison
His birthdate, time and place matched with the copy he saw ever since he was a child:
August 9, 2076, 8:35 PM
Kansas City General Hospital
"I know this is a lot to take in. You might even be feeling this is a joke or a fraud but I assure you it's not. I c-"
"How did you even find us? And why am I hearing about this just now?" Nathan asked. His eyes suddenly glued to the floor.
Thomas answered, "...We cannot say for certain why just now. Mr. Armondale has kept tabs on you with his agents. That's all I know. And I cannot speak for Mr. Armondale himself. Only he knew why. We are simply honoring his last wishes."
"Does.. my sister know this now?"
"Yes. She's also being informed by one of his staff."
"Can I speak to her now?"
"Later, if you may. You can use my phone later so that we can have a secure connection."
"Oh, dear god..."
He clasped his hands and pressed them to his mouth, eyes still on the blue carpet.
"What does this mean for me and my sister, exactly?"
The lawyer exhaled and spoke, "Today, we would like to request for both of you to come with us right now to Armondale Circle so we can discuss this further over lunch."
"Whoa, whoa.. Can I call my sister first?"
Thomas frowned, "...Yes. Please use this."
He pulled out his smartphone. It was a quantumphone. The Quantum Elite 8S-1B to be specific. It wasn't even out in public yet. Only featured as the next upcoming phone in the brand.
"Is there anything I can't say or talk about to her?" he asked.
"None. Feel free to talk it through."
Thomas turned the phone on, typed his password and neared his left eye to the top left of the screen.
It opened and he quickly speed dialed one person.
"Hello, Ms. Challenger..."
That name... Could it be...?
"Yes, you can put Ms. Scott on the line." The lawyer handed him the phone and put it on conference call before he could find out.
"Nathan?" It was his twin's voice. He was sure of it.
"Jeanie? Did they tell you everything? The inheritance? The birth certificates? Armondale Circle?"
"Yes, Nathan. They told me about how we're Francis Armondale's children and how we're getting an inheritance. And we're having lunch at their city."
"What else did they say?"
"That's pretty much it," she said.
"I'll ask something. Wait for me."
He turned to Thomas, "Uhmm.. Mr. Harrington. Even if I can accept, I think I have to explain this to my company. I've used up all my leave days."
"That won't be necessary. We've made calls and formal requests for their cooperation. All you need to do is let us escort you to the place."
"Is that the same for Jeanie?"
"Yes."
"Jeanie?"
His twin answered on the line, "Yeah?"
"Do you want to do it?...I wanna know more about this, so I'm down if you want to go."
"Uhh... Wait, I'll ask something too."
He heard Jeanie ask another woman. "Ms. Challenger, can I share a ride with Nathan?"
The woman replied, "I'm afraid we can't, Ms. Scott. Us three will have to be escorted there separately for security reasons."
Her voice was familiar... Beckoning a night in New York.
Jeanie's voice asked, "Uhh.. Are we gonna have backup? Like, guards?"
"Yes. We'll be escorted to private subway bullet-trains through secure SUVs. The cars and carriages are bullet-proof, explosion-proof and radiation-proof with several agents and lawyers to discuss more of the matter in private. We have amenities there in the train the same you'd find in a five-star hotel. We assure you your safety is top priority."
"Uhhh... Hmm.. If I can't be with Nathan in the same car, can I at least have a phone to call him during the whole ride?"
"Yes, we can lend you a secure phone. Will you be able to accept? If we can get there earlier, the better. Once the media ever finds out about this in less than a week, we won't have another opportunity to talk."
Nathan bit his lip from asking who the woman was.
Jeanie accepted, "Okay, I'm willing to go. Nathan?"
"Yeah, I'm here."
"Did you hear all of that?"
"Yes, I have."
"Will you come with me?"
"Of course."
The woman with Jeanie interjected, "Wonderful, Mr. Scott. Our escorts are already there. I'll have our other lawyers give you a secure phone once you can take a ride along with them in your respective cars."
The way she said 'Mr. Scott'... She just might be..
"Okay, thank you, Ms. Challenger." Thomas finished the call abruptly. "We'll be going." He ended the call.
* * * * * * *
"We'll be going." The lawyer on the other line spoke, ending their call with Nathan. Jeanie saw the familiar looking woman slip her phone back to her red-orange blazer's pocket. The woman introduced herself earlier as Jenny Challenger.
Somehow, she was familiar to her. She knew she had seen her before somewhere. It was hard for her to remember *where* that was.
The woman said, "We need to hurry down as well. The guards will escort us."
The two women stood up. Jeanie took her long, white cardigan in her arms and followed Ms. Challenger out of the room. The four agents walked with them, positioned like a diamond around them - one in front, one at each side, one at the back.
Jeanie was openly tense about their situation. She didn't show it physically, but in her mind she was nervous about what will happen next. In her mind, she also tried to grasp when she'd seen Jenny before. But still, she can't quite point her finger where.
Jeanie set it aside when they arrived at the elevator and went in, still in position.
She asked Jenny, "So.. How long will it take to get there?"
"Less than five hours," the woman just in front was quick and brief.
She had an air of promptness and professionalism that she found a bit intimidating. But she wanted to thank her and break the ice.
"Thank you, Ms. Challenger... For helping us."
"No problem, Ms. Scott."
"..Uh...I like your suit, by the way. Very chic."
She complimented her matching red-orange blazer and pants.
The woman's smooth, straight dark brown hair swung as her head turned to Jeanie. Her eyes raised. She looked pleasantly surprised. Like it was the first time someone spoke to her like that. She smiled and said, "Thank you, Ms. Scott."
"You can just call me Jeanie. I'm more of a blue person as you can see." She gestured at her simple, knee-length blue-purple dress. "But I've always wanted to try a red ensemble like that."
The woman smiled again and said, "I'll give you my tailor's details later."
"Oh, thank you!" Jeanie still felt intimidated, so she spoke no more words.
As they reached the ground floor and stepped out of the elevator, Ms. Challenger whispered to Jeanie, "We'll have to go different routes. Have a safe trip, Ms. Jeanie."
"Thank you, Ms. Challenger."
They exited the building, shielded from their sides by the agents with black shields. They stopped in front of two parked black army SUVs. The SUVs were slightly longer by one seat row and had huge all-terrain tires, mobile car skirts and thick layered black-tinted glass.
From one SUV, agents with more flat black shields and a blonde woman in a black suit and white blouse stepped out.
"Good morning, Ms. Scott. I'm Lana Stevens," the woman said. "Please take a seat."
Jeanie stepped inside as the agents shielded her from the open air. She got inside the middle row that faced the back of the car and was followed by Ms. Stevens and several agents in the back row. Two other agents occupied the middle row and sat by Jeanie's left and right. She faced the blonde lawyer.
The car went forward wordlessly.
"Ms. Scott, I'm Lana. I'm one of Mr. Armondale's lawyers. As Ms. Challenger has already informed you of your status as a heiress, we will be driving to the North State Elite Subway to get you to Armondale Circle by midday."
Jeanie requested, "Uhh.. Ms. Stevens, right? Can I be on the phone with my brother? Ms. Challenger said he was with a Mr. Harrington.
"Then he's probably with Mr. Silverman right now." The lawyer picked up her quantumphone and called a number.
* * * * * * *
Nathan sat inside a similar SUV, being addressed by another lawyer in front of him, Mr. Wesley Silverman.
"Don't worry kid, you got your whole life ahead of you!" Wesley spoke with eagerness. "Man! If only I was as ten, fifteen years as young as you with even a small piece of this kind of money, I would go nuts!"
His quantumphone rang. "Oh, excuse me, I have to take this."
Nathan took a look at the left window. More people paid their respects to Mr. Armondale through posters of his face displayed outside of their stores.
He took a brief glance to the agent at his left, his right and the agents surrounding him in the front and back row. Who knew he'd ever be related to the great Francis Armondale, much more so as his own son?
"Hello, Lana? Yeah, yeah, whatever. I'll give this phone to Nathan and put it on speaker. Hey, Nathan."
He turned his attention back to Wesley, "Yeah?"
"This is your sister on the line." The lawyer passed the phone to the young office manager.
"Jeanie?"
"Nathan! I'm here!"
* * * * * * *
The bullet train flew at a speed of around 280 to 320 kilometers per hour. The distance from West Virginia City to Armondale Circle, beside Iowa City, was around 1250 kilometers.
In two minutes, Nathan will arrive in Armondale Circle.
He sat beside another agent taking the window seat.
"Be excited, kid! You're in for a treat! I heard they're serving Lobster Thermidor!" The boisterous lawyer cheered him, sitting on the other side of the private train, another agent on the other window seat. More agents sat in front and behind them.
Jeanie's train arrived at the city 28 minutes earlier than him. They had to end the call so Jeanie can be given a short tour by car around the place.
He wondered what the 'future city' must look like?
* * * * * * *
The Second Part:
Could Have Sworn It Was Judgement Day
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Jeanie and the current de-facto head-CEO of Armondale & Co., Mr. Gabriel DeMont were escorted back to the subway station after a brief run around the city.
Nathan's train arrived at the stop, decelerating to a halt.
Wesley unclasped his seat belt and stood. "We're here. See you at the lunch thing," he said to Nathan as he walked along the far carriage to the exit with his guards.
An agent told him, "We can step out now, sir."
"Yeah, sure."
He unbuckled and stood, walking down the long stretch of carpet, surrounded by dim lights and reinforced metal. At the open exit doors, he finally saw his dear sister.
He stepped off the train and walked over to her, giving her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.
"How was the tour?" He let go and asked her.
"You won't believe how beautiful this place is." She answered, still spellbound.
"Mr. Scott," the maroon dressed man introduced himself, "Welcome to Armondale Circle. I'm Gabriel DeMont."
He offered his left hand, which Nathan shook with his.
"Hello, Sir DeMont."
"I'm glad you two were able to accept our request for lunch here. Let me escort you to the tower now so you can eat. We can do Nathan's tour later."
* * * * * * *
Surrounding the massive 12,310 square kilometer city circle were Armondale & Co.'s patented Future City Fences: towering thick, black inward curved poles made of a blend between carbon fiber and titanium, each about eleven stories high and reinforced with more support beams on the ground and a wider base. Within and between them are fine woven string wires made of nanotubes.
All the cities of the world have them, with differing features. For Armondale Circle, they serve three purposes: filtering the air to ensure no impurities, setting up the entire communications system of the city and acting as a selective Faraday cage to keep all unwanted surveillance out.
It surrounded Nathan's view of the horizon as the SUV drove by glasstech buildings, stores, condos and parks all immaculately designed. The city had, by far, the cleanest air and surroundings he and Jeanie had ever seen. Even cleaner than Japan!
The greens of the plants and trees of different types and species popped from the view and gave a complementary addition to the landscape. Nature and Technology as One - that was personified by this place.
The people living and working here, all workers and families of Armondale & Co.'s group of companies and subsidiaries had warm smiles and walked with springs in their steps.
He saw a family with a child walking their dog. Couples in business suits holding hands. Elder people who could still walk without canes. The city felt like a true living community.
And then they neared the center of the city. Armondale Tower.
A 48-story state-of-the-art highest-of-highs-tech building based from the luxury-futurist architecture of the classic Antilia Tower, but a bit wider and taller with a denser and deeper foundation, and commissioned to be made alongside the same design company.
Each floor, except the lobby, the theaters, several suites, recreation areas, and the various assembly halls, can be as high as one and a half or twice of a regular floor. The ceilings were constructed a bit higher than usual for better ventilation and aesthetics.
All floors have their own security systems and safe rooms. They were all designed to also be earthquake and explosion resistant, secure from damages whether from inside or out. The whole tower is managed round the clock by 1,200 people and is housed by the elite ranking officials of Armondale & Co.'s group of companies and other multi-billion dollar dignitaries making the tower their permanent residence.
The tower is eco-friendly, helpful to the environment and has various gardens and small forestries in some floors. All in all, the tower is worth 9.5 Billion dollars to complete and costs 12 Million dollars a year to manage.
The twins arrived to a rolled out red carpet.
Guards escorted them from their SUV fleet to the entrance, opened by the concierge with big smiles.
All of the building's lobby staff welcomed them with a salute as they passed them. They stood in two opposite lines leading the floor towards the elevators.
The main lobby was a three-story high hall more fitting of a six-star luxury hotel. There were gold chandeliers, white marbled surfaces, cashmere carpets, hundred year old vases, rare colorful bouquets and elaborate staircases you'd only find in a kingdom fantasy movie.
They were led the way in a straight path by Mr. DeMont. The red carpet flowed from beginning to end. Glasstech elevator doors that can fit 40 people opened up for the twins, Gabriel and 12 agents.
* * * * * * *
The Lobster Thermidor meals came out, buttered and cheesed in French and Italian creams. Waiters with white long sleeves, black waistcoats and red waist aprons carried the food along with vinaigrette salads, garlic bread and grape wine.
Jeanie and Nathan sat on one side next to Gabriel on his end of the dining table.
As the help served the food to their plates, Mr. Harrington, Mr. Silverman and Ms. Stevens walked into the dining hall.
"It's the Thermidor! I knew it!" Wesley shouted.
The three lawyers sat opposite the twins on their side of the table. They were also served food.
Their lunch meet was complete. Nathan and Thomas faced each other and were sat closer to Gabriel. Lana faced Jeanie's side. Wesley was next to Lana, just there mainly for the food.
Lana noted, "Oh, and you both still have your security phone pouches, right? You can take them off here. All calls inside this city are untraceable. But they have to be within the city.
Don't worry about it too much though. We have our own cell towers and stations here. Any call you get from outside or any attempt to call to the outside gets blocked unless you're using a quantumphone."
Wesley spoke, "Let's all eat first, Lana. I'm sure they're starving."
Lana rolled her eyes.
Gabriel then added, "Oh, where are my manners? Before we talk shop, let's begin our lunch together now."
* * * * * * *
For most of the talk over lunch, Nathan was quiet all throughout. They went over the details of the will including them. One request was for them to be two of the board of directors of the company. Nathan felt this was all moving too fast, but he had to keep a poker face.
Jeanie, sipping on her wine glass, while feeling cautious, felt more confident about them both being qualified for their roles as they've both had seven-plus years of managerial experience each.
As they were served another round of pink chiffon cake for dessert, Lana continued to speak with the heirs, finishing up with the papers legally recognizing them as inheritors.
"That's pretty much it for what you can sign for today. A separate contract will be given in the future for when you can accept your share of the inheritance. Mr. DeMont will discuss that with you privately, along with the accurate amount, as with Mr. Armondale's request on his will. For now, as stated, the approximate amount is One Trillion Dollars."
Narhan and Jeanie took turns signing their names in the contract that enables their right to be legally and legitimately recognized as Francis Armondale's children.
Wesley took the signed papers to his co-worker, then Lana continued.
"As for whether you will accept your roles as board of directors in Armondale & Co., we leave that decision to you by this week."
She secured the papers inside an armored metal suitcase in her lap. "Now then... to other issues. Since we've discussed that your inheritance contract is still in the process, that will also be for another meeting this week. For now... we have another important fact to reveal to you both. We must also discuss with you your *other* co-inheritors. Namely... your other sisters."
"Wait! We have other sisters?!" Jeanie was surprised.
Nathan just stared. Numb from the onslaught of new life-changing revelations.
Thomas replied, "Yes, let me check here."
He flipped to a page on the copy of the will, "You both have a full-blooded younger sister... And six other half-sisters. All them younger. You two are the eldest of them all. However, I cannot share anything further."
"Can we at least have their names?"
Lana had to bring up, "We cannot disclose their names yet until they have met with us here in the city or have signed the contract."
"When do you think we can speak with them?" Jeanie was still the only twin asking questions.
Nathan still had a hard time processing.
Wesley then spoke, "Unfortunately, we don't know yet. It's up to them if they'll accept our invitation here. They're from all over the globe."
A beeping tone interrupted.
Gabriel answered his phone. "Yes, Ms. Challenger...? Okay, good. We'll be here in the dining hall."
The interim head of the company then turned to the twins.
"Nathan, Jeanie, I have good news for you both. You can meet one of your sisters today. In fact, one of your sisters just got here."
"What's her name!" Jeanie asked brightly.
"You can find out once you meet her. She requested confidentiality until she herself can meet you here. And in fact, she's probably in this building now."
* * * * * * *
After walking out of the elevator, a woman in thick bottom high heels made her way to the dining room doors. The guards opened the way for her.
* * * * * * *
The doors opened up.
Gabriel stood up to greet the woman in her red-orange suit. "Glad for you to catch up, Ms. Challenger."
Nathan recognized her immediately.
Gabriel walked up to her and shook her hand. The three lawyers also stood up. Nathan and Jeanie felt obliged to also stand.
She greeted the room, "Sorry I was late, everyone."
"It's alright, Ms. Challenger." Gabriel assured.
It *was* her.
"Jenny?"
It was the girl from New York...
"Hello, Mr. Nathan. It looks like you remember me. It's great to see you again."
She offered her hand and shook his. A confused smile on his face.
Gabriel then added, "Oh, you've been acquainted. That's good! I suppose it's time for you to make the announcement?"
"Why, yes." She turned to the two, "Mr. Nathan... Ms. Jeanie... I'm Jenny Challenger...
I'm your younger sister."
"WHAT!?" Both of their mouths dropped from the news.
Nathan's heart rate increased rapidly. A sick feeling in his stomach grew.
Jeanie now knew who she was. "Oh! *Now* I remember you! You tied with Nathan at the song contest in New York last year!
I was tipsy on wine that night! That's why my memory was fuzzy! Haha! Why didn't you say anything?"
Jenny laughed, "Yes. That was me. I'm sorry I couldn't speak about it earlier. I couldn't discuss it outside of this city."
"Gosh! Why didn't I remember sooner? Who knew you'd be our sister? We should jam sometime! You have an amazing voice."
"Heh, sure!" Jenny was genuinely touched by Jeanie's warm welcome towards her.
She then turned to Nathan, smiling nervously. "It's a shame I wasn't able to talk to either of you after that contest. I still remember that crazy thing *you* two did."
Jeanie burst a laugh and tripped over her words, "Ha-ha! That was.. just a heat of the moment.. thing! I knew I wa- needed to coc- ehemm.. *prevent* my brother from flirting with girls. Theatricality! That's all it was! Ha-ha!"
Nathan gritted his teeth to his lips.
Jenny giggled, "Don't worry. I didn't see him talking to any girl that night, as far as I can remember." She defended him. Nathan knew why.
"I wasn't there to check, but I'm sure he did something sneaky," she half-joked. Jeanie never noticed any tense air between Jenny and Nathan. At least, the one-sided tenseness from Nathan towards Jenny.
"Let's give him the benefit of the doubt." Their sister smiled. She then addressed Gabriel, "Mr. DeMont, shall we move to the conference hall in half an hour?"
"Yes, but we can let them wait a bit longer."
Jeanie asked, "Is there some press con thing happening later?"
"Yes, Ms. Jeanie," Jenny shared, "But feel free to stay here or enjoy any of our recreational facilities for the time being. We wouldn't want the press to learn about you right away. I'm sorry we can't talk much, but maybe after the event?"
"It's alright. Can we go to the top?" Jeanie requested. "I read once there's a mini-forest and some hot tubs there! I'd like to see them."
"Sure. You can also watch the conference from the dome's screen TV. Our agents will accompany you. In the meantime, me and Mr. DeMont will prepare. See you after your tour here." She waved them goodbye as she and Gabriel walked off the hall.
Jeanie still had her smile on. On Nathan, his despair.
* * * * * * *
At the top of the building, Nathan and Jeanie enjoyed their time alone in a lover's swing, surrounded by some vibrant green trees and many flowers lush with reds, whites, yellows, purples and other colors.
The clear half-cylinder arched dome above them displayed a massive sport field-sized TV on one of its sides. The screen could be seen by the whole city even from the ground.
"It's a shame we couldn't use the tubs. I almost forgot we didn't bring anything." Jeanie joked with Nathan, but he was too focused on the screen. It showed live footage of the conference hall below them waiting for the arrival of Ms. Challenger and Mr. DeMont.
"Nathan?"
"Huh? What?" He snapped out of his daze.
"Are you alright?"
"No," he admitted, "Not really. There's a lot to take in." Especially now that he knows Jenny is his sister.
On its own, it would have been terrific news!
...Except for the fact that they've had a one-night stand.
* * * * * * *
At the conference hall, select members of the press swarmed below the stage. Different online newspapers and TV news stations filled the hall to about 480 people.
Finally, Gabriel and Jenny walked into the room with their security service.
The agents surrounding the room made sure no one swarmed them before they got to the stage.
Gabriel approached the podium first and spoke with a heavy heart.
"I'd like to thank you all for coming. I want to make this quick and clear as to not waste any more time. Today, we have lost a brilliant man. Francis Armondale.
A visionary in genetics, chemistry, physics and technology. More importantly, a friend. We grieve not just as a company, but as a community as we have lost a loving, passionate man. He was my friend and my colleague. Everyday, working with him was like working as artists. Painting a masterpiece one stroke at a time.
Our operations will continue, but we request to the public for privacy in our time of mourning. As per his wishes, he will be cremated and a private funeral will be held for him...
To address the next issue, I have an announcement to make regarding the current leadership state of Armondale & Co..."
He breathed out a weighted sigh and revealed his decision, "Effective this midnight, I will take this time of great sorrow and reflection to take a necessary leave of absence."
The press started to make noise.
* * * * * * *
Nathan and Jeanie were surprised by the news, still watching the livestream. They had expected Mr. DeMont to take over as head of Armondale & Co.
* * * * * * *
Gabriel waved his hands down, trying to quell the audience.
"I do not know how long this leave will take. Maybe half a year. Maybe indefinitely. But I assure you, this company will be in secure, capable hands.
Today, I would like to give this floor to the heiress of Mr. Francis Armondale. His daughter, Ms. Jenny Challenger, our Chief Operations Officer."
Gabriel motioned his arms to Jenny, walking towards the podium. The journalists made more noise. The press photographers flashed their cameras and walked closer to the stage. The agents held the floor next to the stage.
Jenny stood next to Gabriel. "Ms. Challenger will now be taking her father's mantle as head Chief Executive Officer of this prestigious company collective.
I'd like to thank the board and the entire committee for understanding my decision and the trust they've given me through this decade and a half I've been with them. Thank you all from the bottom of my heart."
* * * * * * *
"This day is a trip... Damn." Nathan scratched his head. He began to feel the same stir in his stomach again.
Uneasy, he asked a guard a few meters away, "Hey, Mr. Agents! Can I smoke here?"
"Yes, sir. Feel free. We'll get you an ashtray."
"Thanks." He pulled out one rolled stock of his medicinal marijuana, branded as a Makrozoia Inc. product. Another subsidiary brand of Armondale & Co. He put the roll on his mouth, took out his lighter then lit the end 'til he could finally puff a good smoke.
He puffed and breathed out a relaxed amount, enough for him to feel more at peace.
The guard came back and gave a carbon fiber ashtray to Nathan. "You can leave it here. Thanks." He took the ashtray by hand and put it on the swing's bench between him and his sister.
Jeanie fell to her own temptation, "Oh, f*ck it. Give me a puff."
Nathan passed the joint to her and she also puffed a small, chilled amount. She exhaled the vapor and felt her tenseness flow out.
"Fuuckkk yeahhh... That's the stufffff... Uhhhh.."
* * * * * * *
Jenny continued to speak on stage. With warmth and passion under control.
"Mr. Armondale always treated me with respect as his student. He was a true mentor to me. And personally... I felt that he treated me as his own daughter. Never have I thought just how true that would turn out to be.
In the eight years I've worked with him he never told that fact to me even once. Now, looking back, I felt as if he prepared me for a time like this. A time when someone else needs to be the next leader.
In all my time under Armondale & Co., Mr. Armondale treated everyone with respect. Whether his peers or his employees. Whether a new acquaintance or an old friend. I have no doubt that even if I was not his own daughter, he would have treated me the same way.
I'd like to thank Mr. DeMont once again for entrusting me this task. It's only been since the start of this year that I've been made COO, and now..."
She paused, a slight tear in her eye, "Now, I'm honored to be entrusted with more...
That's why, as head of this community, I promise to bring the same passion and excellence my father has continuously given.
I know the work will be difficult even at Day One tomorrow, but this burden is an honor to carry forward. I know we as a team will carry our community forward and continue the vision of my father.
With that, I thank you all for your time. Good day to you all."
She ended her speech. The press respondents stood up to ask questions, but Jenny continued to walk off the stage and away from the conference hall.
Agents accompanied her and guided her to the elevator, denying the audience a chance to make their inquiries.
* * * * * * *
Nathan puffed again on his roll.
He exhaled the leaf smoke, "Fuuuckkk... That could be us soon!" Staring at the livestream that's about to end while shaking his head.
Jeanie replied, "Ughh! Goddammit!! Give me one more puff!"
* * * * * * *
A man with sunglasses, wearing a green jacket and brown camouflage pants stood in front of a large curtained glass wall. His words echoed in the dark room.
"Soon, Lydia... Soon..."
It was all he spoke as he touched at the covered glass, wanting to speak through.
His eyes behind the shades held back tears, both of anticipation and pain. With a reluctant step back, he turned away and walked to exit the room.
One last look, he said, "We'll be together again."
* * * * * * *
The two forty plus year old lawyers argued inside the theater as they watched a World War III documentary essay.
"Why do we even need to watch this? This feels like we're back in elementary." Wesley quipped.
Lana answered, "Because *you* acted like a 12 year old to the bar! I have to babysit and make sure *you* have accurate knowledge with history! Remember, we both have to take a quick test after this. The least you can do is shut up."
The title card flashed on the screen in big letters:
'The Tragedy of World War Three'
A British man narrated the events shown on the screen.
Different shots of the devastated cities and citizens around the world flashed on the screen as the voice narrated:
'From a population of 9 billion became 4 billion. The atmosphere changed and the seasons were altered. Death rates rose and birth rates plummeted. The infrastructure of the Internet was destroyed. And bioterrorism almost ended the world.
Such was the horrific effect of World War III.'
The next subject card came up:
'The Aftermath of a War'
More images of what happened were shown. Maps of countries dividing into cities. Shots of different politicians. Rallyists triumphing in making their voices heard in agreement of the divisions.
'The war began in 2050, then ended in 2058.
In the span of eight years, the World War's most pronounced effect was after it ended.
The worldwide socio-political, economical and communal climate changed drastically.
Nations have abandoned the idea of countries and settled into city states. Each former country acts as a region only, while each city acts as their own sovereign land. All cities are interconnected, yet are still independent.
The nations have agreed to decentralize their governments. Concepts of presidencies, prime ministers and monarchies have effectively become a thing of the past.
Each city has its own form of government. The highest role is now of a governor, with several mayors and the rest of the office under their rulership.
Living conditions in terms of individual human microbiological health is dwindling. People are still sicker than ever despite the higher standard of living. There's a higher mortality rate than ever since the pre-20th Centuries.'
Wesley couldn't take one more second of boredom. "Ugh! I know all of this already!"
"We can't leave!" Lana said. "They're checking out time-ins and outs here!"
"What about this? We stay here and stop the film. After thirty minutes, pretend we've seen the whole video!"
"But the test!"
"Look, just give me the test. I swear I'll get it right.
* * * * * * *
Jenny went down from her private suite to the pool area. She had at least the rest of the day to take a *very* rare break.
Walking a fair distance away from the bar, into the short steps down leading to the main pool...
She was surprised to see Jeanie. Her newly met sister lounged on one of the white poolside recliners.
"Hey," Jeanie greeted her.
"Hey, Jeanie. You're not with your brother?" She took a seat right next to her.
"Nahh..I just wanted to chill for a while." She answered, martini with a mini umbrella in her fingers.
Jenny grinned, "Same here. I'm glad I can be myself for the rest of the day. Breaks like these are hard to come by for me."
Jeanie wondered, "Really? Don't you take vacations?"
Jenny laughed. "The last official vacation I've had was two years ago."
"WHAT? Shiiittt... How are you alive?"
With a chuckle she said, "The food here helps. Also, I really like my job. Accomplishing things every day gets me going."
"That's good to hear. I like my HR job too, but even I need a break every four months. You better give me tips!"
Jenny really enjoyed Jeanie's company. How she spoke to her with warmth and energy in her words.
Jeanie then said, "Hmm.. So.. You're our sister, huh?"
"Yeah. It's true. I'm sorry again for not telling you this morning."
"It's fine. Don't worry! I'm just glad me and Nathan have one relative we know for sure. How old are you, by the way?"
"I'm 31. My birthday's July 8, 2075, so I'm one year younger than both of you."
"And all this time you never knew you were Mr. Armondale's daughter?"
"I'm afraid so, yeah." Jenny paused.
Jeanie sensed what seemed like discomfort, "Oh gosh, I'm sorry if that question wasn't appropriate."
"No, it's okay, really. I'm just glad I don't have to face this alone. All my life I thought I was born an only child. To know that at least I have siblings with me... it's enough."
"I'm glad to know you're my sister too." Jeanie held her hand up for a fistbump.
Jenny smiled and returned the gesture, glad that her new found sister likes her.
* * * * * * *
Nathan saw it all from the city-round trip tour. The GMO farm. The forestries. The ground-level cloud seeder. The nuclear power station.
For the last stop, his SUV took him to the nearby monorail station, hoping to take a trip to encircle the whole city.
* * * * * * *
Wesley and Lana finished grading each other's tests. They got 22 and 24 items out of the 25 correct.
"Okay. Wow, you're just two items below me." Lana was fairly impressed with her colleague.
"Now can we at least watch something else here that won't dry my eyes out of boredom?" He said, irritated.
"No! We still have to watch another documentary!"
"About what?"
"That Same-Gen Incest & Polygamy Bill!"
"Oh, give me a break!"
* * * * * * *
"We're both 32. We were born August 9, 2074. We grew up our whole lives in West Virginia. The farthest we've ever been is a trip to a countryside in Japan last year. I'm beginning to think maybe we should go one last time before me and Nathan become part of this if we decide." Jeanie spoke, sipping another glass.
Jenny thought of an alternative. "It depends actually.. I think there's a way for this to get *slightly* easier. Our other sisters... I can't really say much.. But if they sign up, they can help share the load with the skills they have. All of our sisters are smart, capable women too. Guess excellence runs in the genes."
"I hope I can help somehow. I just don't know how much I'll be responsible for."
"It's alright. You can say no if you'd like. At least you're getting your share either way. If you want, you can get a suite here and live just like me. You can live here in the Tower too and use all of it's facilities everyday with the money you'll have. Or, if high-rise living isn't your thing, you can get a house and lot nearby. At least we can bond here if you're close."
Jeanie liked the idea. "We might just do that."
"Sure... As long as your significant others are also good with the move."
"Oh.. Actually.. we don't have anyone we're with."
"Really? But you're pretty! And your brother's so handsome!"
Jeanie was flattered with her compliment, then her lips twitched at her compliment to her twin.
Jenny noticed her reactions.
"We just... haven't found the right people yet. I've dated but I haven't even had a boyfriend yet."
"That's okay! So do I!" Jenny admitted.
"What, really?"
"Yeah. Sort of.. What about Nathan?"
"Hah.. My brother though.. He never tells me, but I think he has something going on with one of his friends."
"Girls? I mean, just curious."
Jeanie answered, "Uh, yeah. He's hetro too."
* * * * * * *
Nathan took the glass-tube elevator up 'til it stopped on the platform.
He got out and was greeted by Gabriel.
"Ah, Mr. Scott! Welcome to the last stop. I hope you've enjoyed the tour so far."
"Yeah, it's been a wonderful time."
"Glad to hear that. This is today's last stop. We won't need agents here. The monorail is fully reinforced to protect us even in a nuclear attack. We're also here in private because I need to discuss with you something important."
"Oh, okay Mr. DeMont."
"Please, feel free to call me Gabriel."
They stepped in the train. The doors closed instantly and went forward without a signal.
Gabriel gave a call from his quantumphone as they walked to the driverless front.
"Yes... We're here."
* * * * * * *
"Okay.. Do you think he has bed-friends or something?" Jenny asked.
Jeanie bit her lip, "Yeahh.. I think he does. He has a history.. I don't like that side of him. I feel like he wants to admit it, but he knows I don't approve. The girl seems cool, but.. if they're getting into something like that if they don't really know each other that deeply... But, whatever! That's his headache. Haha!"
Jenny was curious about something. She sensed a secret from Jeanie but she had to wait for her chance.
She wanted to ask Jeanie one thing. What kind of relationship does she *really* have with her twin brother?
* * * * * * *
Nathan saw another breathtaking view of the city circle. From the built-in binoculars on the rails of the monorail's front carriage, he saw so many house roofs and building tops showing their home gardens. Some grew flowers and some grew crops of fruits and vegetables. All looking vibrant and perfectly healthy.
He wondered what kinds of soils, seeds and watering systems they needed to accomplish this above ground. It was truly nature and technology in sync. The 'future city' was way more than it was cracked up to be.
Looking at the view from the monorail glass, Gabriel spoke with a sudden sullenness.
"Nathan... I'm sorry.. about something..."
"Huh? For what, Mr. Gabriel?" Nathan took his eyes off the binoculars.
"I... We... haven't.. been completely honest with you."
Nathan didn't reply. He let him speak.
"There's something we have to show you, but you can't say a word about this to anyone else."
Nathan's nervousness returned. The sick feeling from his gut was more strained and sharp. All he could do was nod.
Gabriel took a step back. The view of the carriage corridor now clear.
From the shadows, a man with short hair started walking toward them. The lack of lights only giving a faint outline.
The figure emerged from nowhere. Slowly, his dark green jacket and worn-out brown camouflage pants became easier to see, but not his face.
As he neared them in their clear glass end of the train, his features finally appeared from the dark.
He was a man with unkempt looks, a goatee and sunglasses in his eyes.
He was...
No. He couldn't be.
The man spoke. "Son?"
Nathan's eyes and mouth went wide. Tears formed as he asked, "...Mr. Armondale? ...Is that you?"
The man took off his sunglasses. Nathan looked him in his similar dark brown eyes.
There he was...
Francis Armondale.
Alive and in the flesh.
"Yes, Nathan...
It's me."
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T o _ b e _ c o n t i n u e d . . .
C r e a t e d _ b y
M r. _ L i g h t n i n g _ S t a r
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M y M e s s a g e
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Hello and welcome, everyone! I'm glad you're able to express your interest in my first story by checking this out.
Welcome to the start of this show!
As an important note, I still want to point out here that this show's characters engaging in sexual acts *are over 18*, and the coming acts and episodes *WILL* contain depictions of sex between a brother and his twin sister, his younger sister or his half-sisters for *EVERY* coming episode.
Buuuuttt.. I know most of you are here because of that anyway, you lovable pervs!
This act didn't have overt sexual content yet, but the next act will MORE than make up for it. This part begins the world building and sets up the future plot points of the story where we'll get to see the sweet bro-sis incest action that we ALL love.
Also to note, the story quotes lyrics from the song '1999' written by Prince and owned by his estate.
For more background info about my story, check my 'Author's Notes: Harems of Elites.'
There, you'll find more info about the setting, how I'd fan-cast the characters with celebrities to give an idea of how they look in my imagination, why I wrote it and the inspirations I took from.
Again, thank you for being here!
On to the next one...
