When Emilia arrived in school on Monday morning along with Dixie, she couldn't help but marvel at the speed and efficiency with which Samantha's secretary got things done.
Not only had she already received the 'incriminating evidence' she had been looking for, even the 'shower arrangement' she had requested for at school was already in place.
Not to mention that this was only the early morning of the first working day after Emilia had requested the shower facility at school from Samantha, it had already been past midnight when she told her she wanted the evidence!
That is to say, between twelve at midnight on Sunday and six in the morning on Monday, Noelle had to have already taken the relevant surveillance devices under her control and already gone through the data recovery.
She couldn't help but be a little curious. "Didn't you say it takes a while to recover lost data?"
Cynthia nodded. "Not only that, it's also almost impossible to recover if it's been properly overwritten. But from how quickly you got the video, I'm guessing they either didn't bother deleting it in the first place, or simply deleted the record recently without overwriting anything, making the recovery simple and quick."
"I guess we got lucky, then. But still, maybe I should give this Noelle girl a reward."
"I think you shouldn't. The girl's doing good work, what if you melt her brain?"
"Good point."
When they finally reached the fourth floor of the recreational clubs building, where Emilia was told their 'showering accommodation' was supposed to be, she gained a whole new understanding of the power of money.
Dixie couldn't help but look around in wonder. Was this five-star hotel suite like room really a part of their 'school' now? "Wow, Emily… I asked you for a shower room, but you got us a whole suite!"
Emilia chuckled, slightly embarrassed as she jumped on the fluffy king-sized bed. She hadn't seen what the attached bathroom looked like, but going by the size of the kitchen… it would probably be on the same level as the one in her own room. And that was already luxurious enough.
Emilia didn't think this kind of place had been a part of their school from the beginning. This was clearly all remodeled to fit her needs.
Of course, compared to rescuing nearly four hundred trafficked children from overseas within a day, this was nothing much to be surprised about.
Although she had long since learned it, only when she witnessed its effectiveness did Emilia realize just how impressive this world was in terms of 'speed' at which things could get done.
Transport and communication, the two most determining factors and the biggest issues in getting almost anything done in the world, were both multiple orders of magnitude faster in this world than in her previous ones.
If she was careless and didn't keep that in mind, her previous 'experience' might have ended up harming her instead as she got blindsided by her opponents. Of course, having already witnessed such things, Emilia would have to be an idiot to not keep this in mind.
What she was curious about, however, was what kind of excuse would be used to give her such privileges. After all, not many would question it if she was allowed to use some showers, but how could the other students not be jealous of such blatant 'favoritism'?
While Dixie was still bathing in the bathroom, Emilia examined the fluffiness of the bed as well as the comfort level of the sofas. "There's no way I'm ever going to the library or cafeteria again…"
After all, wouldn't it be much more fun to just bring whatever she needed here in her 'secret base' while at school? Of course, this also included her friends.
Emilia hummed thoughtfully as she gazed at the still closed bathroom door. "I wonder if Crystal will mind if I drag her here too?"
Cynthia of course didn't think that was a good idea. "That will probably leave a bad impression on the heroine. After all, she is a serious, studious girl who dislikes elitism from the rich. And not only will this disturb her study time, it's also just a blatant show of your privilege over the girl."
Emilia clicked her tongue, but didn't argue with her partner. After making out with Dixie that day, she noticed that her strategic thinking had been somewhat affected by her desire for 'intimacy'.
So until she could get herself back to 'normal', Emilia decided it was better to run anything that involved Crystal or Dixie by Cynthia first. After all, though sometimes petulant, her partner was still a very objective judge.
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While Emilia was still marveling at her newly acquired 'secret base' in school, Mr. Black was staring blankly at his computer screen, wondering if his eyes had already gone bad from staying up too late at night.
When he first found out about the White Deer corporation using almost three billion dollars to counter his 'move' against their precious little girl, he had almost laughed out loud.
Although the difference between their two corporations wasn't that big on the surface, the strength of the 'White Deer' came from the fact that Mr. White's control over it was far greater than his own, and both the power and money he wielded exceeded those of Mr. Black considerably.
This was because although they were both 'publicly traded' corporations, Mr. Black had a fifty-five percent stake in the 'Black Tiger', which was significantly dominant compared to what the 'owners' of publicly traded corporations usually had.
That is, until someone compared it to the 'White' family's stake. With a mind-bogglingly huge eighty-five percent stake, sometimes Mr. Black wondered if the only reason they went public was to show off their wealth.
Of course, this had been a good thing until recently, when he still believed that one day the 'White Deer' corporation would fall into his own hands. But as he watched the results on his screen, he found all his 'wishful dreams' dissolving in the blink of an eye.
White Deer was no longer a 'prey' he could hunt and possess… It was a predator he must get rid of!