Chapter 75: Emma Markavat.

Max didn’t have to wait for long, the lady who went inside the glass maze returned quickly, her heels tapping faster than before, she was taking big breaths and a slight perspiration was visible on her forehead.

She had rushed through multiple offices, but there was a big smile on her face now, wider and more confident than before, her posture straighter than when she first escorted him.

“Sir, the branch manager won’t be able to attend at this moment, so the Regional Vice President stepped in and is waiting for you in her chamber. please follow me ”

When she first informed the branch manager, he tried to open Max’s full profile but most of it showed restricted access, even at his level, and that was what made him uneasy, so he immediately contacted the Regional Vice President out of nervousness, yelling at her for no reason at all.

The Vice President, who was alarmed, was pleased with the help desk lady’s foresight in bringing it up quickly instead of delaying it, even praising her judgment, Max’s account details were enough to move attention upward on their own.

Max stood up and walked deeper into the executive floor, leaving his helmet on the couch without hesitation, the space quiet in a way that felt expensive, thick carpet absorbing footsteps and glass walls reflecting soft light, the floor looked secure enough with discreet cameras placed in corners and staff moving in silence.

He entered a room that was large and noticeably colder than the rest of the floor, the air conditioning humming softly, the lady seated behind the huge desk stood up the moment she saw Max and smiled, trying to be very friendly and observant, she looked around Jennifer’s age and carried herself with authority, dressed sharply, posture straight, eyes assessing him in a single glance.

” Freida, thank you for bringing Mr. Weber up. You can return to your desk. ”

” Mr. Weber, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Emma Markavat. Please, have a seat. ”

Emma was a professional individual, even when she smiled at Freida who escorted Max till here, the smile was measured and brief, and as soon as Freida happily turned around and the door closed softly behind her, that smile faded and another one formed for Max, slightly warmer but clearly intentional, her attention now fully focused on him.

Max sat on the couch nearby, the office was spacious enough to feel like a private suite rather than a workplace, the desk massive but uncluttered, the walls decorated with minimal abstract art.

There was even a small bar neatly arranged in a corner with crystal glasses aligned perfectly, the whole aesthetic was minimal but calculated minimal, everything placed to signal control and wealth without shouting it.

” You’re quite young to be a Vice President. ”

” And you’re quite young to sell a website and start building a new portfolio right after. ”

Max raised an eyebrow slightly, he wasn’t even sure what she was referring to, seeing his confused look Emma leaned back lightly against the couch just opposite him, folding her hands loosely.

” I can see you’re surprised. I reviewed your profile — not to pry, but to understand who I’m speaking with. You’ve accumulated over six million euros in just a few days and paid taxes in full. That’s impressive. Our bank will, of course, assist with future filings and structuring. Would you like some whiskey? Or perhaps wine? ”

Emma stood up with a smile, explaining while walking slowly around the room, her heels making soft sounds on the floor, speaking in a tone that felt casual but deliberate, revealing just enough information to show her reach without exposing everything, testing his reaction more than informing him.

Max on the other hand became even more confused, not intimidated but trying to understand how much access she truly had to know this much which even he didn’t know, she looked confident, slightly theatrical in a way that suggested she was used to dealing with powerful clients.

Wait a fucking moment, credit app did tell me my balance is tax paid and legal.

” It’s only two fifteen in the afternoon. I’ll pass on the drink, but thank you. ”

Max understood that his credit card handled everything the moment funds were generated, converting it into fully legal income before it even reached his account, which meant taxes were already deducted at the source and properly filed under his profile, leaving no loose ends, no hidden liabilities, no future trouble with authorities, everything clean from the start without him lifting a finger.

Seeing him so composed, Emma was a little shocked, not fully, but enough to notice it herself, she was a pretty woman, or at least she believed she was, and a powerful one at that, most men who entered her office either tried to impress her or were subtly intimidated by her position, but Max had not even given her a proper glance beyond basic courtesy, his focus steady and unreadable.

Well, he did pay taxes in full which is very impressive, usually when someone becomes a millionaire this fast, especially at his age, they rush to spend it, fly off to the US or some tax-friendly country, avoid filings, and burn through it like it will never end, only to come back broke or under investigation later, this one didn’t even hesitate to clear everything first.

” Alright, Mr. Weber, how may I assist you today? ”

She returned and sat on the couch directly across from Max, sitting with composed posture and crossing her legs with confidence, she knew how to control the room once someone showed interest in her personality or body, she was used to guiding conversations and outcomes in her favor without raising her voice.

Max didn’t even look at her and as soon as she crossed her legs, he stood up and turned toward the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at the city skyline below, the distant train station barely visible from this height, but he could see it clearly with his new vision, a brief wave of memory passing through him before he closed his eyes for a second and pushed it aside, focusing on why he was here.

” I’m looking to acquire a property. I’ll require financing. ”

” Of course. I specialize in structured lending. What type of property are you considering? Residential, mixed-use, or purely investment-based? ”

Emma, seeing such composure and direction coming from someone his age, felt a brief but genuine shift in her expression, her earlier confidence adjusting into personal interest.

” Residential, primarily. I intend to occupy the top floor personally and lease the remaining units, the rental income should service the debt automatically. ”

” That’s a sustainable model. May I ask how much liquidity you currently hold and what percentage you’re prepared to commit as equity? The structure and rate will depend heavily on your contribution and the valuation of the asset. ”

Emma got up and stood beside him now, no longer performing those antics but engaging seriously in conversation, the distance between them smaller than before, the conversation finally turning natural.

She glanced at his side profile while he looked out at the city, the light from the window outlining his jaw and shoulders, and for a brief moment her professional mask softened.

She noticed how calm and focused he looked when speaking about the future, and without meaning to, she compared that quiet strength to the man she was supposed to marry, an ugly face came into her mind, the thought lingering longer than it should have.

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