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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. Proving them wrong, he became a billionaire by the age of 24, making him the youngest richest man in the world. His success led to a lavish lifestyle with multiple homes, cars, and a private island. His relationship with his family is complex, as he feels disconnected despite their shared heritage.
Abdinur Abdi
He is Mohamed Abdi's father and has a background in politics. He is traditional, skeptical, and conservative. Abdinur was initially against Mohamed’s entrepreneurial endeavors, viewing them as unfeasible and ungrateful. Having been a politician before, he now disapproves of Mohamed’s lavish lifestyle and lack of involvement in family business affairs. Despite their differences, Abdinur remains a figure of authority in Mohamed’s life, although their relationship is strained due to unfulfilled expectations and differing values.
Layla Abdi
She is Mohamed Abdi's mother and a former teacher. She is supportive, nurturing, and understanding. Layla was one of the few people who believed in Mohamed's capabilities when he started his business. She has been a constant source of encouragement throughout his journey to success. Her teaching background influences Mohamed's philanthropic efforts, particularly in education sector donations. Despite her supportive role in Mohamed’s life, she is often caught between mediating between her husband’s disapproval and her son’s ambitions.
My name is Mohamed Abdi.
I am the owner of a car brand.
My company's name is Revolt.
I am 24 years old.
I am muscular, dark-skinned, and I have tattoos.
I was born in a country called Somalia, which is in East Africa.
I didn't finish school because I didn't like it, so I never went to university.
When I started my own business, my parents thought I would fail because I didn't finish school, but I proved them wrong.
I became the richest man on the planet at the age of 24.
I have 600 billion dollars in my bank account, and the money is growing fast every day.
I am the youngest billionaire in the world.
I don't know what I did to deserve such blessings from God.
Maybe it's because I never betrayed anyone or stole from anyone.
I am a straightforward and honest person.
Maybe that's why God blessed me with so much wealth at a young age.
My business partner and best friend helped me find a new invention that made our business grow fast.
The invention was a car that drives on water, not gasoline.
We are the first and only car brand in the world that makes cars driving on water possible.
The car runs for long hours, and then you can fill the fuel tank with water whenever it's empty.
In my New York office, I sit at my desk, sipping water as I review the latest sales reports for Revolt Motors.
The screen shows figures from dealerships worldwide, and our water-fueled vehicles are selling fast.
We make 900 dollars per millisecond.
The water used for the cars is rain, toilet, bottled, tap, and sea water.
All types of water fuel our cars.
My phone buzzes with updates from factory managers across the globe, confirming that production is running smoothly.
I lean back in my chair, knowing that this is just the beginning.
I lean back in my ergonomic chair, swiping through the holographic displays that hover in front of me.
The numbers are impressive, and I feel a sense of pride knowing that our innovative approach to transportation is changing the world.
Suddenly, my phone buzzes with an incoming call from my assistant.
"Hello, Mohamed," she says, her voice filled with excitement.
"I just received confirmation that you've been booked for an interview on one of the biggest talk shows in the country."
I sit up straight, intrigued by the opportunity.
"Really? That's great news. What's the date and time?"
"It's scheduled for next week. I'll send you all the details."
I nod, even though she can't see me.
"Thank you. I'll make sure to prepare."
As I hang up, I can't help but think about how far I've come.
From pitching my ideas to Elon Musk at 18 to now surpassing him in wealth and influence.
It's surreal.
I spend the next few days preparing for the interview, rehearsing my responses to potential questions.
I want to share my story with the world, to inspire others who may feel like they don't have a chance.
The day of the interview arrives, and I arrive at the studio feeling confident and ready.
As I settle into the plush chair opposite the host, she leans forward with a curious smile.
"Mohamed, everyone wants to know—what's next for you and Revolt Motors?" she asks, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.
I take a deep breath, ready to reveal what I've been working on in secret.
Leaning forward in my chair, I lock eyes with the talk show host as the studio lights beam down on us.
The anticipation is palpable, and I can feel the weight of the audience's curiosity.
I take a deep breath, knowing that what I'm about to reveal will change everything.
"Revolt Motors has always been at the forefront of innovation," I begin, my voice steady and confident.
"And our latest breakthrough is no exception. We've been working tirelessly to push the boundaries of what's possible, and I'm excited to announce that we've made a groundbreaking discovery."
The host's eyes widen with excitement, and she leans forward even more.
"What is it?" she asks, her voice filled with anticipation.
I smile, savoring the moment.
"We've developed a new technology that allows our cars to transform into submarines," I reveal, my words hanging in the air like a challenge.
The host's eyes go wide, and she gasps in shock.
"A submarine car?" she asks, her voice filled with disbelief.
I nod, my smile growing wider.
"Yes. We call it the Revolt Aqua X. It's a game-changer."
The host looks stunned, and she takes a moment to process what I've just said.
"How does it work?" she asks finally, her voice filled with curiosity. I lean back in my chair, ready to explain the details of our latest innovation.
"The Revolt Aqua X uses advanced technology to transform from a car into a submarine," I begin.
"It's equipped with state-of-the-art sensors and software that allow it to navigate both on land and underwater."
The host nods, her eyes wide with wonder.
"That's amazing," she says.
"But how does it stay safe underwater?"
I smile, knowing that this is one of the most important questions.
"The Revolt Aqua X is designed with safety in mind," I explain.
"It's equipped with advanced life support systems that allow passengers to breathe easily underwater. And in case of an emergency, it can quickly transform back into a car and return to land."
The host nods, looking impressed.
"That's incredible," she says.
"But what about fuel? How does it run underwater?"
I smile again, knowing that this is another important question.
"The Revolt Aqua X runs on water," I explain.
"It uses advanced technology to convert water into energy, allowing it to run for long periods of time without needing to refuel."
The host looks stunned again, and she takes a moment to process what I've just said.
I signal to my assistant backstage, and the studio's massive backdrop screen splits open.
A gleaming silver Revolt Aqua X emerges on a rotating platform, its metallic scales reflecting the studio lights.
The audience gasps in amazement as I walk toward the vehicle, running my hand along its streamlined body.
"This is it," I say, my voice filled with pride.
"The Revolt Aqua X. It's a car that can transform into a submarine."
The host approaches me, her eyes wide with wonder.
"How does it work?" she asks.
I smile, eager to show her.
"Watch closely," I say, pressing a button on the car's dashboard.
Instantly, the car's body panels begin to shift and change shape, revealing retractable fins hidden beneath the wheel wells.
The glass dome that forms the cabin begins to glow with a soft blue light, illuminating the interior.
The audience watches in awe as the car transforms before their eyes, its sleek design morphing into a futuristic submarine.
"Wow," the host breathes, her eyes wide with amazement.
"That's incredible."
I nod, smiling proudly.
"The Revolt Aqua X is equipped with advanced technology that allows it to transform seamlessly from a car to a submarine," I explain.
"It's powered by an advanced electric motor that provides both speed and efficiency."
The host looks impressed, and she nods thoughtfully.
"That's amazing," she says.
"But what about safety? How does it protect passengers underwater?"
I smile again, knowing that this is another important question. "The Revolt Aqua X is designed with safety in mind," I explain.
"It's equipped with advanced life support systems that allow passengers to breathe easily underwater. And in case of an emergency, it can quickly transform back into a car and return to land."
The host nods thoughtfully, her eyes still wide with wonder.
"That's incredible," she says.
"I can't believe this is possible."
I smile again, feeling proud of what we've accomplished.
"The Revolt Aqua X is just one example of what we're capable of at Revolt Motors," I say.
"We're constantly pushing the boundaries of what's possible, and we're committed to creating innovative solutions that make a difference in people's lives."
The host nods again, her expression thoughtful.
"Well, I have to say, this is certainly impressive," she says.
"I think our audience would love to see more of the Revolt Aqua X. Would you be willing to give us a demonstration?"
"Absolutely," I reply, as the studio doors open to reveal a shimmering pool, ready for the Revolt Aqua X's maiden dive.
Standing beside the gleaming Revolt Aqua X, I grip the keys tightly as the studio crew finishes filling the demonstration pool.
The host steps back, giving me room to enter the vehicle.
I open the gull-wing door and slide into the driver's seat.
Inside the cabin, I activate the biometric scanner and press the ignition.
The engine hums quietly as I ease the car toward the pool's edge.
The audience holds its collective breath, sensing the moment of truth.
I accelerate smoothly, and the car glides into the water.
As we submerge, I engage the transformation sequence.
The cabin seals automatically, fins extend from the wheel wells, and blue lights illuminate our path underwater.
The host's voice crackles through the intercom, filled with excitement.
"Mohamed, this is unbelievable! How does it feel to be piloting the first car-submarine hybrid?"
I grin, watching the aquatic world unfold around me. "It's like nothing else—freedom in two realms."
I grip the steering wheel as the Revolt Aqua X glides effortlessly through the crystal-clear demonstration pool.
The underwater hoops, illuminated by blue LED lights, form a slalom course ahead.
Checking the depth gauge showing 15 feet, I engage the enhanced steering mode.
The vehicle responds instantly as I maneuver through the first hoop, its streamlined body barely creating ripples.
The audience's muffled gasps reach me through the hull's audio sensors.
Through the panoramic windows, cameras capture every movement as I thread the car-submarine through each successive ring, demonstrating the precision of our aquatic navigation system.
The host's voice comes through the intercom again, tinged with awe.
"Mohamed, this is groundbreaking! But tell us, what inspired you to create a vehicle like this?"
I guide the Revolt Aqua X through the final hoop, and then I ascend smoothly to the surface.
The audience erupts in applause as I open the gull-wing door and step out, water dripping from my clothes.
The host approaches, microphone in hand.
"Mohamed, that was incredible. Can you tell us what inspired you to create such a revolutionary vehicle?"
I take a deep breath, reflecting on the journey that brought us here.
"The idea for the Revolt Aqua X came from a desire to explore the world's oceans without harming the environment," I explain.
"We wanted to create a vehicle that could navigate both land and sea, allowing people to experience the beauty of our planet while minimizing their impact."
The host nods thoughtfully.
"That's amazing. And how does it feel to be America's hero?"
I smile humbly.
"I don't see myself as a hero. I'm just someone who wants to make a difference. The real heroes are the people who work tirelessly to protect our planet and its resources."
The host extends his hand, and we shake firmly.
"Well, Mohamed, your vision is certainly making waves," the host says with a grin.
"Thank you," I reply, feeling the warmth of the audience's admiration.
"But there's one more thing," I add, my voice steady as I prepare to share the final revelation.
"The Revolt Aqua X isn't just a car-submarine hybrid. It's also powered by a revolutionary new technology that allows it to run on water."
Two months after the talk show, I visit our flagship dealership in Manhattan to oversee the launch of the Revolt Aqua X.
I walk through the sleek showroom, where customers are gathered around the gleaming vehicles.
Sales staff are busy demonstrating the car's transformation into a submarine, guiding potential buyers through its features.
I overhear snippets of conversation as people marvel at the technology.
"It's unbelievable," one customer says, eyes wide with wonder.
"And it's only $70,000?"
I smile, knowing that we've priced it competitively.
As I watch, a couple signs the purchase agreement for their new Revolt Aqua X.
The sales staff hand them the keys, and they drive off into the sunset, eager to experience their new vehicle.
The sales figures continue to roll in, pushing my net worth closer to $800 billion.
I leave the dealership feeling satisfied with the success of our latest innovation.
I park my Revolt SUV in the circular driveway of my parents' mansion, noting that Mahad's and Munira's identical vehicles are already there.
I step out, breathing in the familiar scent of Somali spices wafting from the kitchen.
Inside, Mahad and Munira are already seated at the large dining table, surrounded by the opulence I've provided for them.
We exchange greetings, but I can sense the tension between Mahad and me.
Munira smiles warmly as she takes her seat beside him.
"Assalamu alaikum," she says, her voice filled with warmth.
"Wa alaikum salaam," I reply, taking my seat across from them.
The table is laden with traditional Somali dishes: sambusas, hilib ari, and basmati rice.
Munira begins to tell us about her day, sharing stories of her volunteer work at a local school.
Mahad listens intently, his eyes occasionally darting to me with a mix of envy and resentment.
I serve myself a portion of each dish, remembering the days when we struggled to make ends meet in Brooklyn.
Now, thanks to my success, we can enjoy the finer things in life. As we eat, the conversation flows easily.
Munira asks about my latest business ventures, and I share stories of my travels and meetings with world leaders.
Mahad remains quiet, his eyes fixed on his plate as he pushes his food around.
I pass the platter of sambusas to him, breaking the silence.
"Mahad, have some more," I say, trying to lighten the mood.
He looks up at me, his expression unreadable.
"Thanks," he says gruffly, taking a sambusa from the platter.
Over dinner, I share stories of our childhood in Brooklyn, remembering the cramped apartment we shared with another family.
I tell them about how Mom worked night shifts at the hospital while Dad drove taxis to make ends meet.
Munira's eyes well up with tears as she remembers the worn-out clothes and shared bedrooms.
Mahad's expression softens as I describe how I used to watch Dad count pennies to buy groceries for the week.
I tell them about the countless nights I spent in our garage, experimenting with water fuel cells until I finally succeeded.
I remind them of how I insisted they each accept a mansion from me last year, despite their initial reluctance.
Mahad finally speaks up, his voice filled with gratitude.
"The Revolt SUV you gave me has changed my life," he says, his eyes meeting mine for the first time that evening.
I smile, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment.
"I'm glad you like it," I reply, glancing at my own Revolt watch—a prototype I designed specifically for my family.
Mom enters the room with a steaming pot of traditional Somali tea, its aroma filling the air.
I carefully lift the ornate Somali teapot, its brass surface reflecting the warm dining room lights.
Steam rises as I pour the spiced tea into each family member's traditional dhiil cup, starting with my parents as custom dictates.
The familiar scent of cardamom and cinnamon mingles with the lingering aroma of dinner.
When I reach Mahad's cup, our eyes meet briefly, and he gives a slight nod—the first genuine acknowledgment all evening.
Standing at the head of the table, I raise my cup in the traditional manner, speaking the words our father always used during celebrations in our old Brooklyn apartment: "To the strength of family and the grace of Allah."
I lean back in my cushioned dining chair, taking a sip of the steaming tea before answering the question my parents posed earlier.
The light from the chandelier catches the gold trim of my custom Revolt blazer as I pull out my phone and swipe through to the real-time sales data from our global dealership network.
I pass it to them, showing the surge in demand for our newest model.
Then, I swipe through photos of the Saudi royal family receiving their fleet of pearl-white Revolt SUVs, and footage of the Japanese Prime Minister test-driving the new Aqua X.
Mahad leans forward despite himself, his eyes widening at the sight of Hollywood A-listers posing with their new Revolt vehicles at our Beverly Hills showroom.
"Why didn't you tell us about all this sooner?" Mahad asks, a hint of accusation in his voice.
"I wanted it to be a surprise," I reply, trying to gauge his reaction.
Munira interjects softly, "It's incredible what you've achieved, but we just wish you'd share more with us."
I lean back in my ornate chair, the warmth of the spiced tea seeping through the traditional dhiil cup in my hands.
The familiar scents of cardamom and cinnamon remind me of countless family gatherings in our cramped Brooklyn apartment.
Looking at my family's expectant faces around the table, I feel a sudden urge to bridge the gap that success has created.
I set down my cup deliberately and pull out my phone again, this time opening my private calendar.
"How about weekly family dinners?" I suggest, marking out Thursday evenings.
Mahad's eyebrows raise slightly - the first genuine interest he's shown all evening.
I pull up my phone's calendar, marking every Thursday evening as "Family Dinner" while the spiced tea's warmth spreads through my hands.
Mahad shifts in his seat, leaning forward with unexpected interest.
"Seven o'clock works for me," he says, his voice carrying none of its usual edge.
I notice Mom dabbing her eyes with her headscarf as I set recurring notifications.
Mahad reaches for the teapot, refilling my cup first - a gesture of respect he hasn't shown in years.
When our eyes meet, I see a glimmer of the brother I used to know before success divided us.
"Seven o'clock works for me," he says, his voice carrying none of its usual edge.
I notice Mom dabbing her eyes with her headscarf as I set recurring notifications.
Mahad reaches for the teapot, refilling my cup first - a gesture of respect he hasn't shown in years.
After the emotional family dinner, I drive my Revolt Aqua X through the winding roads that lead to my hilltop mansion in the heart of New York City.
The next day, I step out of my sleek Revolt Aqua X and onto the cobblestone driveway of my New York mansion.
The grand entrance opens into a spacious foyer, with armored doors and a state-of-the-art security system.
I walk past the sweeping staircase and into the expansive living area, where floor-to-ceiling windows offer breathtaking views of the city skyline.
I head to the gourmet kitchen, where my chef is already preparing breakfast.
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the air as I take a seat at the island.
I pull out my phone to check on Revolt Motors' latest updates while I wait for my breakfast.
The screen glows with real-time data from our global dealership network, showing another surge in demand for our newest model.
After a quick breakfast, I head down to the basement, where a state-of-the-art home theater awaits.
I settle into one of the plush seats and dim the lights.
The large screen flickers to life, displaying a documentary about cutting-edge water technology. As I watch, I munch on popcorn and sip on a cold drink from the mini-fridge nearby.
The documentary takes me back to my childhood days spent tinkering with engines and dreaming of innovation.
It's hard to believe how far I've come since then.
Just as the documentary ends, my phone buzzes with a notification from Mahad.
"Hey, can we talk?" his message reads, unusually direct.
I hesitate for a moment before replying, "Sure, what's up?"
I sit across from Mahad in the study of my New York mansion, the city lights twinkling through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
He fidgets with his wedding ring, a rare display of nervousness for my typically composed brother.
The silence stretches between us, thick with unspoken words.
Finally, he breaks it.
"Dana's pregnant," he says, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and apprehension.
My chest tightens with a mix of emotions as I process the news.
"Congratulations," I manage to say, forcing a smile.
Mahad nods, his eyes searching mine for any sign of genuine happiness.
"We're having a girl," he adds, his voice filled with pride.
I remember the day Mahad and Dana got married last year - the grand ceremony, the joy in their eyes as they exchanged vows.
And now, they're expecting their first child together.
I stand up and walk over to Mahad, pulling him into a hug.
For the first time in years, he hugs me back without hesitation. "I'm really happy for you both," I say, meaning every word.
Mahad pulls away, his eyes shining with gratitude.
"Thank you," he says, his voice filled with emotion.
I pull out my phone and dial my assistant's number.
"Order a custom pink Revolt SUV for Mahad and Dana's baby," I instruct him.
"Yes, sir," he replies promptly.
Mahad chuckles, shaking his head.
"You always go overboard," he says, but there's warmth in his voice.
"Just making sure my niece arrives in style," I reply with a grin.
I lead Mahad through the marble hallways of my mansion to the kitchen.
"Chef, we have a special dinner tonight," I say, glancing at my watch.
"It's 4:00 PM. Can you prepare something special for us?"
"Of course, sir," the chef replies, already starting to plan the menu.
I turn to Mahad.
"What do you think? Should we invite the whole family?"
He nods, a hint of excitement in his eyes.
"I'll text everyone to come over at seven."
As I pull out my phone to send the messages, Mahad watches me with a mix of curiosity and skepticism.
I shoot off a quick text to Dana and the rest of the family, letting them know about the impromptu dinner gathering.
Once I've sent the texts, I turn back to Mahad.
"Now, let's finalize the menu. What do you think? Should we go with something traditional or modern?"
Mahad shrugs.
"You decide. You always know what's best."
I smile, feeling a sense of responsibility wash over me.
"Alright then. Let's go with a mix of both."
I turn back to the chef.
"Prepare some hilib ari and sambusas for appetizers. And for the main course, let's have some basmati rice with chicken tikka masala and some vegetable biryani."
The chef nods, jotting down my requests.
"And for dessert?" he asks. "Something sweet and traditional," I reply with a smile.
"Let's go with some baklava and ghoriba."
The chef nods again, this time with a hint of excitement in his eyes.
"I'll get started right away," he says before disappearing into the kitchen.
Mahad watches me with a mix of admiration and amusement.
"You always know how to throw a party," he says, shaking his head in wonder.
I shrug, feeling a sense of pride wash over me.
"It's just something I enjoy doing," I reply with a smile.
"But are you sure you're not doing too much? It's just a simple dinner gathering."
I pause for a moment before responding.
"No, I'm not doing too much," I say firmly, meeting his gaze directly.
"This is your first child. You deserve to celebrate it properly."
Mahad nods slowly, finally seeming to accept my gesture without resistance.
"Thank you," he says softly, his voice filled with gratitude.
I nod in response before pulling out my phone again.