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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 sparked both admiration and envy. He struggled with his father's traditional views and his own desire for independence. His life was marked by both personal and professional achievements,earning him the nickname "Young King."
Abdinur Abdi
He is Mohamed Abdi's father,a traditional businessman who initially doubted Mohamed's capabilities. He is conservative,skeptical,and stubborn. Abdinur struggled to accept Mohamed's independence and decisions,such as living alone and engaging in nontraditional relationships. He wanted Mohamed to follow family business conventions. However,he eventually acknowledged his son’s remarkable success in the car industry,though he often felt left behind by Mohamed’s rapid rise to wealth and influence.
Layla Abdi
She is Mohamed Abdi's mother,who played a supportive role in his life. She is understanding,encouraging,and accepting. Layla stood against her husband's traditional views when she saw how devoted Mohamed was to his work. She helped create a more accepting home environment,allowing Mohamed to pursue his dreams without judgment. Her relationship with Mohamed was close despite their ages being different by twelve years. She welcomed the news of Mohamed’s success with joy.
My name is Mohamed Abdi.
I am the owner of a car brand and a car company called Revolt.
I am 24 years old.
I have dark skin, tattoos, and a muscular body.
I am the richest man on earth with $600 billion in my bank account.
I became the richest man by inventing cars that drive on water.
The car brand name is Revolt Motors.
The cars run on water and can drive for long hours before the tank is empty and then filled with water again in the fuel tank.
I was able to achieve this because I worked hard day and night for ten years straight without any sleep or rest.
My parents thought I was crazy, but when I proved them wrong and became successful, they were shocked beyond their wildest dreams.
My father's name is Abdinur Abdi.
He is also dark-skinned and 49 years old.
My mother's name is Layla Abdi.
She has dark skin and is very understanding and encouraging.
She played a big role in my life, supporting me whenever I needed it.
I also have a younger sister named Munira Abdi.
She is 18 years old, dark-skinned, naive, impressionable, and caring.
I also have an older brother named Mahad Abdi.
He is 26 years old and dark-skinned.
I walk through the streets of New York, my mind buzzing with the success of Revolt Motors.
Every corner I turn, I see a Revolt dealership or a Revolt factory.
The streets are filled with Revolt cars, all running on water and leaving no pollution behind.
I enter one of the Revolt buildings, and I am greeted by employees and customers alike.
Everyone is busy working on their tasks, and I take a moment to observe the operations.
Suddenly, I hear a familiar voice calling out to me.
"Mohamed!"
I turn around to see my father, Abdinur Abdi, walking towards me with a smile on his face.
"Father, what are you doing here?"
I ask him as he approaches me.
"I came to see how you're doing," he replies.
"I heard about your success and wanted to congratulate you in person."
"I'm glad you're here," I say, gesturing for him to follow me.
"Let me show you around."
I take my father on a tour of the facility, explaining the different processes and technologies that go into making the Revolt cars run on water.
He listens intently, his expression a mix of pride and disbelief.
As we walk through the factory floor, I point out various machines and equipment that are used in the manufacturing process.
My father asks questions and takes notes, clearly fascinated by what he is seeing. After the tour, we sit down in my office to discuss the global impact of my invention.
I explain how the water-fueled cars have reduced air pollution and greenhouse gas emissions, making a significant difference in the fight against climate change.
My father listens attentively, nodding his head from time to time.
"I never thought it was possible," he says finally.
"I always knew you were smart, but this... this is incredible."
I smile modestly, feeling proud of what I have accomplished.
"It's just the beginning," I tell him.
"There's still so much work to be done."
Just then, there is a knock on my office door.
One of my employees enters and informs me that a celebrity has arrived to pick up their new Revolt car.
I excuse myself and follow him to the showroom where the celebrity is waiting for me. As I approach them, I realize that it's none other than Leonardo DiCaprio himself.
He smiles warmly at me and shakes my hand before taking possession of his brand-new Revolt car.
As Leonardo drives away, my father turns to me and says, "You've changed the world, Mohamed."
I sit in my office, going over the latest sales reports.
Suddenly, my assistant bursts in with a stack of magazines in her hand.
"Look at this!" she exclaims, handing me the magazines.
It's Time, Forbes, Fortune, and other prominent publications.
And on the cover of each one is my face.
I open one of them and start reading the article.
It's all about how I've revolutionized the car industry with my water-fueled vehicles.
As I read, my assistant shows me some viral videos on TikTok.
They're of people filling their Revolt cars with water at gas stations.
Each video has millions of views and thousands of comments.
My phone buzzes nonstop with notifications from Instagram and Facebook.
I open them and see that #RevoltRevolution is trending worldwide.
I look out the window and see a long line of customers waiting to buy their own Revolt cars at our Manhattan dealership.
The sales dashboard on my computer screen updates in real-time, showing that we've sold another 10,000 vehicles today at $70,000 each.
I stand at my office window and watch as a Saudi prince's motorcade pulls up to our flagship store.
It's followed by a line of diplomatic vehicles from various countries.
My tablet streams security footage from our dealerships around the world.
The Queen of England's representatives are at our London location.
Tech billionaires are at our Silicon Valley dealership.
Even suspected cartel leaders are buying fleets of Revolts in Mexico City.
My sales director bursts into my office with more reports of unprecedented demand from every continent.
The transaction alerts keep flooding my phone: $70,000, $140,000, $700,000 - entire fleets being purchased.
A notification pings on my phone: the U.S. President has just ordered 200 vehicles for his administration.
I sit at my mahogany desk, going over the latest financial reports from our global operations.
My personal banking app pings with a notification.
I open it and see that my balance has just passed $1 trillion.
The unprecedented sales to world leaders and the mass orders have pushed my wealth to new heights.
My assistant bursts in with a bottle of champagne.
CNBC is breaking the news: "Revolt Motors Founder Becomes Youngest Trillionaire."
The stock market ticker scrolls across the screen: Revolt shares are skyrocketing.
My phone lights up with congratulatory messages from business titans and celebrities.
I lean back in my chair and press the intercom.
"Schedule an emergency board meeting," I instruct my secretary.
"We'll establish a network of charging stations across rural Africa. Solar-powered, self-sustaining, and accessible to all."
The room erupts in nods and murmurs of approval.
My assistant rushes in with the latest sales figures.
I scan them - 10,000 units sold today alone, each at $70,000.
My phone buzzes with a new order - 50 units for a Saudi royal family.
Another alert pings - the President of China has just placed an order for 100 vehicles.
I look out the window at the bustling factory floor below.
Workers in Revolt Motors uniforms assemble vehicles, testing each one meticulously.
My tablet streams live feeds from our dealerships worldwide.
New York, Tokyo, Dubai - every location is packed with eager buyers.
The transaction alerts keep coming: $70,000, $140,000, $700,000 - entire fleets being purchased.
I walk through the factory floor, inspecting each car personally.
Our production line hums with efficiency as workers assemble water-powered engines and sleek car bodies.
I stop at a station where a worker is fine-tuning the suspension system of a nearly completed vehicle.
"Quality check," I instruct him. He nods and hands me the tablet connected to the car's computer system.
I scroll through the diagnostics - everything checks out perfectly.
"Approved," I say, handing him back the tablet.
As I walk through the factory, I see rows of completed vehicles waiting to be shipped out to customers worldwide.
In my private R&D facility beneath the Manhattan headquarters, I inspect our latest prototype - the Revolt Aqua X.
The sleek vehicle sits in a massive testing tank, its reinforced hull gleaming under industrial lights.
Dr. Chen, our lead engineer, stands beside me, explaining the vehicle's amphibious transformation system.
I record everything on my phone for later review.
"Watch closely," Dr. Chen says, tapping on his tablet.
"The Aqua X will seamlessly transition from road mode to underwater configuration."
The car's advanced computer system hums to life, and I watch as it smoothly shifts from road mode to underwater configuration.
Its wheels retract into specially designed compartments, and at the same time, specialized propulsion units emerge from the car's sides.
Through the large glass window of the testing tank, I see our test driver expertly maneuvering the vehicle around artificial coral reefs and underwater obstacles.
The car's advanced sonar system maps everything in real-time, displaying it on a holographic screen projected in front of the driver.
"Impressive, isn't it?" Dr. Chen remarks, glancing at me with a hint of pride.
"Beyond impressive," I reply, my mind racing with possibilities. "But tell me, is the sonar adaptable for military applications?"
In my private office with Dr. Chen, I pull up the classified documents on my secure terminal.
They show preliminary negotiations with Lockheed Martin and Raytheon.
The sonar system's capabilities exceed military-grade specifications, especially in deep-sea reconnaissance.
Dr. Chen leans forward, pointing to technical diagrams.
"Our proprietary algorithms could revolutionize submarine detection."
He explains how it can bypass current stealth technology, revealing even the most hidden underwater threats.
His hands tremble slightly as he talks about certain classified features.
Through the large window behind my desk, I notice two men in dark suits entering the building.
They're representatives from the Pentagon's Advanced Research Projects Agency.
My secretary buzzes.
"Sir, the gentlemen from DARPA are here to discuss the potential collaboration," she informs me.
Dr. Chen looks at me, his eyes wide with a mix of excitement and apprehension.
"This could change everything," he whispers, barely containing his anticipation.
I lead the two DARPA representatives, Thompson and Miller, down to our secure underwater testing facility.
The massive tank stretches three stories high, filled with crystal-clear water and various obstacles simulating underwater terrain.
Dr. Chen activates the Aqua X's transformation sequence while explaining the classified sonar modifications.
The vehicle's sleek frame shifts as panels slide away, revealing the military-grade detection arrays.
Our test driver enters the vehicle, and I hand Thompson and Miller special tablets displaying the sonar's real-time feed.
Thompson studies the tablet intently, then looks up with a raised eyebrow.
"This level of precision... it's unprecedented," he says, his voice tinged with disbelief.
Miller nods, glancing at me. "With this tech, we could redefine naval warfare."
We stand by the testing tank's observation window, watching the Aqua X's sonar display.
The first Aqua X rolls off the delivery truck and into our Manhattan flagship store.
Customers line up around the block - celebrities, business moguls, even royalty.
Their excitement is palpable as they wait for their turn to take the wheel.
I personally greet each buyer, shaking hands and posing for photos.
Our sales team works tirelessly, processing orders as fast as they come in.
Within an hour, we've sold out our initial stock.
I check my phone: notifications of more Aqua X units being produced and shipped worldwide.
Elon Musk's angry tweet about Tesla's loss flashes on my screen.
I review real-time market data on the screens lining my office walls.
Revolt's stock price is skyrocketing after the Aqua X launch.
Bloomberg terminals show our market cap has surpassed Tesla's by $500 billion.
My assistant rushes in with the latest financial reports.
Aqua X pre-orders have generated $25 billion in revenue within 24 hours.
A notification pops up - Elon Musk is rage-tweeting about Revolt's "unfair advantage" in the market.
CNBC calls, requesting an interview about our success.
Before I can respond, another alert shows my net worth has increased by $100 billion today.
I stride onto the set, shaking hands with Maria Chen.
After the interview, I walk out with my armed security team.
We push through the crowd of fans and reporters.
They shout questions and snap photos.
I nod and smile but keep moving.
My focus is on getting back to Revolt Motors headquarters safely.
Inside the building, I head straight to my office.
My assistant is waiting with updates on Aqua X production and new market expansions.
I lean back in my leather chair, looking out the window at the Manhattan skyline.
I scroll through production reports on my tablet.
The numbers are staggering: Revolt dealerships in 50 countries, 100,000 employees worldwide, and a market cap larger than Apple and Tesla combined.
My phone lights up with texts from world leaders and celebrities wanting meetings.
On my desk, invitation letters pile up for global climate summits and economic forums.
I pick up the latest Forbes magazine with my cover story "Mohamed Abdi: The Water Car King Who Changed Transportation Forever."
I lead my family through the grand foyer of my mansion.
Uniformed staff bow respectfully as we pass.
My mother Layla can't stop admiring the crystal chandelier.
Mahad heads straight for the bar, mixing himself a drink.
Munira runs around, exploring every room and taking selfies.
My father Abdinur walks quietly, taking in the wealth around him.
We enter the dining room where two personal chefs have prepared a feast.
The long table is filled with traditional Somali dishes and international cuisine.
We sit down and begin eating.
Between bites, we talk about how different our lives are now.
From our humble beginnings to each having our own mansions and Revolt cars.
I clear my throat and begin.
"Today, Revolt Motors is not just a company. It's a global phenomenon. The Aqua X has captured the imagination of the world. From Tokyo to New York, from Dubai to London, people want a car that can take them on land and under the sea."
I pause for dramatic effect.
"And it's not just the technology. It's the luxury, the status symbol that comes with owning an Aqua X. The price tag of $1 million per unit hasn't deterred buyers. In fact, we've had to increase production to meet demand."
I glance at my father, who nods slightly in acknowledgment.
"Our revenue has hit $10 billion in just two years. And as for me personally?" I smile, "Well, let's just say I'm now worth $1.5 trillion, making me one of the richest men in the world."
Mahad sips his drink, seemingly unfazed by my revelation.
Munira continues filming my speech.
My mother beams with pride.
And my father remains silent, but his eyes tell me he's impressed.
"But it wasn't always this way," I continue.
"When I graduated at 18, seven years ago, many doubted me. They said I was too young to make it big. That I needed experience and connections."
I raise my glass in a toast.
"I motion for the chefs to bring in our feast. They wheel in carts laden with steaming dishes. The aroma of traditional Somali food mixed with high-end cuisine fills the room.
Mahad cracks jokes about his latest escapades, sipping expensive whiskey.
Munira giggles, capturing everything on her phone.
Mother asks about my recent Time magazine cover, her eyes bright with pride.
I sit at the head of the table, watching my family enjoy the feast.
Mahad says, "We're so rich now, we can eat gold."
Everyone laughs.
Munira films us, capturing our happiness.
My mother asks, "Mohamed, what's it like being on the cover of Time magazine?"
I share stories about the interview and photo shoot.
My father listens quietly, nodding in approval.
We talk about our lives, making sure everyone is safe and happy.
I raise my glass in a toast to Revolt Motors and our success.
After dinner, I lead my family to the home theater.
It's a cavernous room with a 120-inch screen and plush leather recliners.
The walls are adorned with gold trim, and crystal sconces illuminate the space.
We settle in to watch the latest blockbuster.
My mother's eyes wander around the room, taking in the opulence.
During a quiet scene, she whispers, "Mohamed, how much did all this cost?"
I pause the movie and turn to face them.
I explain how I bought the mansion for $40 million at age 19 when Revolt first took off.
My father's coffee cup freezes halfway to his mouth.
Mahad whistles low.
Munira shakes her head, a small smile on her face.
My mother's eyes widen, but she remains silent.
I settle back into my plush leather recliner and press play.
The movie resumes, filling the room with its cinematic soundtrack.
Suddenly, the screen flickers and goes dark.
CNN breaking news appears on the screen.
"Revolt Motors Dealerships Open in Dubai and Singapore"
The news anchor appears on screen, speaking quickly.
"Revolt Motors has officially opened its doors in Dubai and Singapore. Thousands of customers lined up outside the dealerships to be among the first to get their hands on the revolutionary Aqua X."
Footage of the dealerships plays on the screen.
Aerial shots show thousands of people waiting in line, all eager to see the Aqua X up close.
My mother gasps, "Mohamed! Look at that!"
Mahad chuckles, "Man, your face is everywhere."
Munira pulls out her phone and starts livestreaming the coverage.
The news switches to Wall Street, where a financial analyst is speaking.
"Revolt's stock has hit another record high. The company's valuation has surpassed $200 billion, making it one of the most valuable companies in the world."
The financial charts appear on the screen, showing Revolt's stock price skyrocketing.
My father leans forward in his seat, studying the charts intently. Finally, regular programming returns to the screen.
The movie resumes playing, but none of us care anymore.
I stand up from my leather theater seat and gesture to the staff waiting in the wings.
"Bring the champagne," I say.
The butler wheels in an antique silver cart, adorned with crystal flutes and a single bottle of Dom Pérignon.
The bottle alone costs $50,000.
He carefully pours the champagne into each flute, filling them to the brim.
As he hands us our glasses, I watch my family's reactions.
Mahad reaches for his glass eagerly, ready to celebrate.
Munira positions her phone to get the perfect shot of us raising our glasses together.
My mother dabs at her eyes with a silk handkerchief, overwhelmed by the moment.
My father examines the label on the champagne bottle, appreciating its fine craftsmanship.
Taking my glass, I clear my throat and raise it high.
"To the family who never imagined we'd be here," I begin, "watching our success story unfold on national news in a private theater."
After my family leaves, I walk them to their individual Revolt cars in the circular driveway.
Mahad revs his engine playfully, while Munira takes a few final selfies against her white Aqua X.
My parents climb into their matching black models - gifts I insisted they accept.
I stand in the doorway watching their taillights disappear down the winding private road.
Inside, I pull up the security interface on my phone and methodically activate each system - perimeter sensors, cameras, motion detectors.
The mansion feels suddenly empty as I trudge upstairs to my master suite.
I close the door behind me, feeling the weight of solitude settle in.
I drag myself up the grand marble staircase to my master suite, exhausted from the emotional family gathering.
The automated blinds open as I enter, revealing the glittering Manhattan skyline through floor-to-ceiling windows.
I strip off my designer suit, leaving it carelessly draped on the Italian leather armchair, and collapse onto my California king bed with its Egyptian cotton sheets.
The smart home system dims the lights and adjusts the temperature to my preferred 68 degrees.
Despite my trillion-dollar success, I'm too tired to shower, simply sinking into the mattress.
I stir awake, the afternoon sun blazing through the floor-to-ceiling windows I forgot to tint last night.
The time on my smartwatch reads 1 pm.
I push myself up, the heat of the sun warming my skin.
I make my way to the bathroom, where I turn on the cold shower, letting the icy water wash away last night's fatigue.
Once refreshed, I step out and toss my sweaty clothes into the washing machine in the corner of the room.
After dressing in fresh clothes, I brush my teeth and run a comb through my hair before making my way downstairs to the dining room.
The chefs have already set out breakfast for me - eggs, bacon, toast, and a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.
As I eat, I notice the maids waiting to clear the dishes once I'm done.
It feels like a routine after yesterday's excitement.