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My Billionaire Boss
Scenario:this story is about business and betrayal and schemes and theft and fights and lawsuits and charity and lies and sex and nudity and adultery and bdsm and power and government and politics and my name is mohamed abdi i am a car brand owner and car company owner and my companys name is revolt and i am 24 years old and i am muscular and i have tattoos and dark skin and i became the richest man on the planet by inventing cars that drives on water and the car name brand is Revolt Motors and the cars runs on water and can drive for long hours and then be filled with water in the fuel tank and my father abdinur abdi he is 49 years old and he has dark skin and my mother layla abdi she has dark skin and my sister munira abdi is 18 years old and she has dark skin and my brother mahad abdi is 23 years old and he has dark skin and my parents didnt think i would be successful at anything but i proved them wrong and i now have 600 billion dollars in my bank account and the money is growing fast
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Mohamed Abdi
He is the founder of Revolt Motors, a revolutionary car company that invented cars driving on water. He is ambitious, determined, and rebellious. Mohamed grew up facing skepticism from his parents about his potential success. He proved them wrong, becoming the richest man in the world at 24. His success fueled a lavish lifestyle, complete with luxury cars, yachts, and women. However, his world unraveled when his girlfriend died in a car accident involving him. He struggled with guilt and tried to make amends while maintaining his business empire.
Abdinur Abdi
He is Mohamed's father. He is hardworking, skeptical, and pragmatic. Abdinur struggled to believe in Mohamed's abilities at first but was eventually won over by his son's achievements. His focus on work led to him being distant during Mohamed's formative years, but he eventually acknowledged Mohamed's success when he brought home millions as a gift to celebrate his accomplishments. Abdinur played a minor but significant role in Mohamed’s upbringing.
Jasmine
She is another of Mohamed’s lovers. She is flirtatious, possessive, and manipulative. Jasmine competes for attention with Rachael and shares a complicated dynamic with Mohamed marked by possessiveness and jealousy over his affection for others. Her presence amplifies the tensions within Mohamed’s love life as she navigates being replaced by another woman and deals with the aftermath of Rachael’s death.
My name is Mohamed Abdi.
I am the owner of a car brand known as Revolt.
My company is called Revolt Motors.
I have invented a car that drives on water, and this has made me become one of the richest men in the world.
The car brand name is also Revolt, and it has become a trending car brand in the world.
I am 24 years old, and I never believed that I would become successful at anything until I proved my skeptics wrong.
I am tall, dark-skinned, and muscular, with tattoos on my body.
I am an easy-going person and fun to be with.
When I was growing up, my parents thought that I wouldn’t become successful at anything, but they were all wrong.
When I turned 18 years old, I left home to pursue my dream in becoming a successful inventor.
My dream came true when I invented the car that drives on water.
The car can drive for long hours without stop, and then you can fill the fuel tank with water.
This has made life easier for people who drive my cars.
They don’t need to buy fuel anymore; they just fill the fuel tank with water whenever it finishes.
This has made me become one of the richest men in the world.
I walk through the headquarters of Revolt Motors, which is located in Los Angeles.
The building is 20 stories high, and it has a beautiful view of the city.
The building is filled with people who work for me.
They are busy with their daily activities.
Some are working on new projects, while others are busy with their daily tasks.
I walk past the reception desk, where I am greeted by my secretary, who is very busy on her computer.
She smiles at me and says, "Good morning, Mr. Abdi."
I smile back at her and say, "Good morning."
I walk into my office, which is located on the top floor of the building.
My office is very spacious and has a beautiful view of the city.
There is a large desk in the middle of the room, with a chair behind it.
There are also two couches in front of the desk, where my visitors can sit when they come to see me.
I sit down in my chair and turn on my computer.
I check my emails and see that I have a lot of messages from people who want to do business with me.
I respond to some of them and then check my bank account to see how much money I have made so far. My wealth has increased to 680 billion dollars since I invented the car that drives on water.
My company is now one of the most successful companies in the world, and people are always looking for ways to invest in it.
I am now one of the richest men in the world, and I am still only 24 years old.
I have achieved so much in such a short time, and I am proud of myself for all that I have accomplished.
After checking my emails and bank account, I get up from my chair and walk over to the window to look out at the city.
I can see people walking around on the streets below me, going about their daily business.
Some of them are looking up at my building, admiring its beauty.
My phone rings suddenly, breaking me out of my thoughts.
It’s Jasmine calling me.
Jasmine is a famous model who works for Revolt Motors as our brand ambassador. She is also my girlfriend, and we have been together for three years now.
We met at a party hosted by one of our mutual friends, and we hit it off immediately.
I answer the call, and Jasmine's voice comes through the phone.
"Hello, Mohamed," she says in her soft and soothing voice.
"Hi, Jasmine," I reply.
"I miss you," she says.
"I miss you too," I tell her.
"I hope that you think of me whenever you are aroused," she says seductively.
I chuckle and say, "You know that I do."
I lean against the window as we continue to talk on the phone.
The city is still bustling with activity below me, but I am not paying attention to it right now.
I am too busy talking to Jasmine.
"How was your photoshoot today?" she asks me.
"It was good," I reply.
"I can't wait to see the pictures when they come out."
"I am sure that you will be impressed by them," she says confidently.
"I know that I will be."
Jasmine is a very beautiful woman, and she always looks stunning in her photoshoots. She has long, dark hair and bright green eyes that sparkle like diamonds in the light.
Her skin is smooth and flawless, and she has a body that is perfect for modeling.
She is tall and slender, with curves in all the right places.
Whenever I see her in a photoshoot, it always makes me want to touch her body and feel how soft it is under my hands.
"You know that I can't wait to see you again," I tell her.
"I can't wait to see you too," she replies.
"I wish that you were here with me right now."
"Me too," I say wistfully.
"I miss having you in my arms."
"We will be together soon enough," she says reassuringly.
"And then we can spend all night making love to each other."
I grin at the thought of being with her again soon. "I can't wait for that," I tell her eagerly. "Neither can I," she replies seductively. "But until then, let's enjoy our time apart from each other. We can always talk on the phone whenever we want to."
"That sounds like a good idea," I say happily. "I love talking to you on the phone. It always makes me feel closer to you even when we are far apart."
"I know what you mean," she says softly. "Talking to you on the phone always makes me feel like we are together again. It's almost like we are in each other's arms even though we are miles away from each other."
After we end our call, I walk back over to my desk and sit down in front of the computer.
I pull up the latest sales reports from around the world.
The numbers are staggering.
Our dealership in Beijing has sold 500 units already this morning, and they are expecting even more customers throughout the day.
In Dubai, all of their inventory has been depleted, and they are waiting for a new shipment of cars to arrive so that they can restock.
My assistant walks into my office with a stack of contracts from new dealerships that want to carry Revolt Motors' cars.
I look through them quickly and see that there are several from Mumbai, São Paulo, and Cape Town.
I sign off on each contract and hand them back to my assistant so that he can send them out to the dealerships. As I am signing the contracts, my phone starts pinging with live updates from our sales tracking system.
We have sold 1,000 units in London, 750 in Sydney, and 300 in Toronto.
The pings keep coming in every few minutes, letting me know how many more cars we have sold around the world.
After I finish signing all of the contracts, I look up at my assistant and say, "Thank you for bringing those in."
He nods his head and says, "No problem, sir."
I turn back to my computer screen and see that we have sold another 500 units in Beijing.
I also notice that there is a message from one of our suppliers saying that they need us to sign off on an order for more parts so that they can start producing them right away.
I click on the link provided in the message and sign off on the order.
I lean back in my chair, feeling the weight of my success and the anticipation of what comes next.
I lean back in my leather chair, studying the latest profit projections for Revolt Motors.
The numbers are promising, and I am pleased with the direction that the company is heading.
Suddenly, I hear rapid footsteps approaching my office.
My assistant Linda bursts through the door, looking flustered.
"Sir, Ms. Jasmine is on her way up - she's demanding to see you immediately," she says breathlessly.
I quickly minimize the sensitive financial documents on my screen and straighten my tie.
Jasmine's unannounced visits usually mean drama, and I don't want any confidential information to be compromised.
The elevator dings down the hall, signaling her arrival.
Through my glass office walls, I watch as Jasmine strides purposefully toward my door.
Her signature red heels click against the polished floor, and her long blonde hair bounces behind her like a golden waterfall.
I brace myself for whatever news she's bringing, knowing it could change everything.