July 29, 2015, 10:00 AM – The Office

The month had flown by in a blur of phone calls, deals, and relentless effort. June 28 had quickly turned into July 29, and I was ready to assess just how well our teams had performed over the past 30 days.

With a sense of anticipation, I activated our global monitoring system. The sleek, dark interface blinked to life on my screen, a pulse of data coursing through as the productivity of both Team Lars and Team Ray was laid out before me.

I leaned back in my chair, watching the figures begin to roll in.

Global Monitoring System – Nova Enterprise Sales Performance Overview

Team Lars

Sales Consultants: 25

Target: 500 customers

Actual Sales: 690 customers

Hit Rate: 138% of target achieved

Closing Rate: 27.6% (out of 2500 total leads)

A cool satisfaction washed over me as I reviewed the numbers. Lars had more than delivered on his team's goal. Hitting 138% was no small feat—his team had clearly been grinding hard.

Team Ray

Sales Consultants: 25

Target: 1000 subscriptions

Actual Sales: 1550 subscriptions

Hit Rate: 155% of target achieved

Closing Rate: 31% (out of 5000 total leads)

Ray's numbers were even more impressive. Bellalux was an easier sell, sure, but 1550 subscriptions in a month? That was monumental. His team had outperformed by a considerable margin.

The system displayed a summary of the month, neatly laid out in crisp, digital figures.

Monthly Sales Performance:

Team Lars: 138% target achieved

Team Ray: 155% target achieved

Overall Hit Rate: 146.5%

Combined Closing Rate: 29.3%

I couldn't help but smirk. Both teams had exceeded expectations. If they kept this pace up, we were set to hit our goals for the quarter and then some. The competition between Lars and Ray had clearly fired up their teams, pushing them beyond what I'd hoped for.

July 30, 2015, 3:00 PM – Monthly Meeting Day

Today wasn't about the grind, the calls, or the deals. Today was about recognition, celebration, and a moment to breathe after a month of relentless hard work. It was meeting day—a day where tension hung in the air like a weight, thick and palpable.

Onio had outdone himself. The conference room was transformed into a space of indulgence: tables lined with Italian dishes, Chinese platters, cakes, and drinks. Alcohol flowed freely—a rare treat in an office built on hustle. Everyone knew this wasn't just any meeting—it was a ceremony.

As the team gathered, voices buzzed with excitement, anticipation evident in their eyes. They had worked for this, earned this. Every single one of them. Laughter mixed with the clinking of glasses, but beneath the camaraderie, there was that ever-present hum of competition.

I entered the room last, trailing behind Evelyn, my assistant, who had been meticulously preparing the presentation. I could feel the eyes on me, the anticipation building. Evelyn clicked away at her tablet, queuing up the display, while I straightened my jacket and cleared my throat.

"Alright, boys," I began, the low murmur in the room dying down instantly as all eyes turned to me. "I know it's been rough. Sleepless nights, calls that didn't close, and moments when it felt like nothing was working."

I paused, letting the weight of the words settle.

"But let me start by saying this—there are no losers today. Not one."

I glanced across the room, making eye contact with Lars, then Ray. Their teams sat around them, looking weary but satisfied.

"I am freaking proud of every single one of you. You nailed it. You crushed it. And because of that, every single one of you will be walking out of here with a ten thousand kroner bonus."

The room exploded into cheers, fists pumping the air. The energy was electric. People were on their feet, laughing, high-fiving. The tension that had built up for days seemed to evaporate in an instant, replaced by a raw surge of excitement.

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"Calm down, everyone!" Evelyn's voice cut through the noise. She stood by the projector, hands on her hips, a smile tugging at her lips. The room slowly quieted, though the buzz remained in the air.

"With that being said," I continued, a grin creeping across my face, "it's time to announce this month's results."

Evelyn tapped the screen, and the numbers flashed across the room. Eyes were glued to the display as the leaderboard came into focus.

The lights dimmed as the projector came to life, casting a soft glow across the room. Evelyn tapped her tablet, and the numbers began to flicker onto the screen, bringing the leaderboard into sharp focus. The entire room fell silent, the previous excitement simmering into tension once more.

Team Lars – Monthly Sales Review

Expected Customers: 500Actual Sales: 690Hit Rate: 138%Closing Rate: 34% (from 2,000 total leads)

The figures stood bold and proud. Lars leaned back in his chair, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. His team exchanged glances, quietly satisfied with their performance.

Team Ray – Monthly Subscription Review

Expected Subscriptions: 1,000Actual Sales: 1,550Hit Rate: 155%Closing Rate: 45% (from 3,400 total leads)

Ray, sitting at the opposite end, couldn't suppress a grin. His team was buzzing with excitement, nudging one another and whispering in approval. Ray glanced across the room at Lars, who gave him a subtle nod. The silent rivalry was alive, but today was a win for both.

I paused, letting the numbers sink in. They weren't just figures; they were the culmination of an entire month of grit, determination, and countless hours of hard work.

"690 sales for Lars' team. 1,550 subscriptions for Ray's team," I repeated, my voice steady. "Not only did both teams exceed expectations, but you absolutely crushed it."

The room remained still, the weight of the achievement hanging in the air.

"If we keep this pace up," I continued, a note of intensity creeping into my voice, "that 4 million we initially invested? We'll be seeing it return threefold."

A ripple of excitement passed through the crowd. There was no need for me to say more—everyone could feel it. We were on the verge of something big.

As the room began to clear out, I straightened my tie and nodded to Evelyn, signaling the end of the meeting. She smiled, a knowing look in her eyes as if she could sense what was coming next.

With every step I took towards the exit, I felt it building—the momentum, the ambition, the hunger for more. My empire wasn't just about the numbers on the board or the teams I'd built. It was about the dream that had carried me this far, the belief that I could create something bigger than myself.

My empire had a solid foundation now—a team I could trust, results that spoke louder than any pitch I could ever give. And with that, the next phase was clear: expansion. Bigger dreams, bigger risks, bigger rewards.

As the meeting room slowly began to empty, the weight of everything settled into place, but it wasn't heavy—it was exhilarating. The echo of cheers and clinking glasses faded into the background as I glanced at the screen, the final numbers still glowing. The bar graphs and percentages had transformed from abstract goals into reality. This was it.

I straightened my suit, my mind already pushing ahead to the next move. Tomorrow wasn't just another day. No, tomorrow I would walk through the doors of Bellalux and Sentech, but it would be different this time. No sales pitches. No meetings to hash out details. This time, I'd be showing them what I had built—what we had built.

I could see it already—the looks of disbelief, the flicker of awe in their eyes as they saw the result of months of effort come to life. The dream, once just a whisper, now standing tall and undeniable.

"Now," I said, stepping forward, my voice cutting through the hum of the remaining conversations. "To celebrate the end of the month... enjoy yourselves. This party—it's for you. Let loose, eat until your bellies burst. You've earned it."

The room erupted in laughter and applause, the tension from the meeting giving way to relief and excitement. Tables filled with food—Italian, Chinese, the finest we could find—beckoned the team to indulge, and the clink of glasses and hum of conversation grew louder.

I stood back for a moment, watching as they mingled, relaxed, and enjoyed the reward of their hard work. They weren't just employees—they were the backbone of the empire I had envisioned for so long. Each one of them played a part, each sale a building block, each moment of effort adding to the structure we were creating together.

Beside me, Evelyn, Onio, Nora, Mia, Lars, and Ray stood quietly, watching the party unfold. Their faces reflected the same sense of pride and satisfaction I felt, the culmination of months of grind and late nights, of risks and leaps of faith.

"Congratulations," Lars said first, clinking his glass against mine. The others followed, adding their voices, soft but filled with meaning.

"Dio, we did it," Nora said, her eyes shining.

I turned to them, taking in each face—my team, my foundation. I shook my head with a small smile. "Thank you, guys, but this isn't just me. We built this together."

And the numbers... They told the real story.

Bellalux deal had generated a staggering $3.1 million in profit for the month, smashing all expectations. Sentech wasn't far behind, pulling in $2.8 million. Together, our total profits exceeded $5.9 million—a figure that had once seemed impossible. Now, it was our new normal.

The surge of sales, driven by our subscription packages and relentless hustle, had paid off in ways none of us could have anticipated. Our targets had been ambitious, but we'd blown past them.

"Dio, you should be proud. This is a game changer," Ray said, his voice low, the weight of our accomplishment settling in.

I nodded, glancing at each of them. "This is just the beginning. We're building something unstoppable."

For now, though, I let myself savor the moment. "But tonight," I said, raising my glass higher, "tonight is for you guys. To celebrate the end of the month—enjoy yourselves. This party is for you. Let loose, eat until your bellies burst, and just know you all deserve every bit of this."

The room erupted into cheers. People clinked their glasses and dug into the feast with abandon. It was their night, a well-earned victory lap.

As the noise swelled around us, Evelyn leaned in, whispering, "You know, this is only going to get bigger from here."

I glanced at her and then at the others. "I know. And we'll be ready."

We stood there, quietly soaking it in. The grind, the long nights, the uncertainty—all of it was worth it. This was what we had fought for, and it was only the beginning.

Tomorrow, I'd walk into Bellalux and Sentech with my head held high. My vision had come to life, and with this team behind me, there was no limit to where we could go.

We had built something unshakable.

And now, we were ready to soar.

Dio Stat's Info:

Lvl: 15

Skill Count: 3 (Key selling point analyze) (Analyze) (Global Monitoring System)

Strength:35

Agility:24

Intelligence:28

Endurance:21

Charm:23

Dio influence, power & riches:

Money - 5.9 Million Kroner

Associate - 8

Asset - 0

Digital Asset - 250 BTC

Goons - 10

Car - 1

Guard - 0

Employers -25

Company - 1