Ken who noticed Blake to be a bit more quiet. He realized that his anger may have had been the root cause of it all.

"Blake" Ken signaled

"Yeah?"

"Sorry for that anger outburst there, you didn't deserve to see it. I don't want you take it as you are going to dealing with the fallout of my anger." Ken tried to appease.

"I don't think you need to be apologizing, I know the anger was warranted, I am just not used it." Blake mentioned.

"Well, if I had taken the legal mean, knowing what I know about the underbelly this particular world, they probably would've had removed any foul-play evidence. They don't fear the consequence until they are on death door."

"That's fair, and I am not going to argue otherwise. Strength plays into politic, and they, Brock, was extremely cocky, not sure what they were thinking. If it was someone beside me or yourself, Brock would've had been dead, the betting agency would've lost many people due to the number of causalities breaking out from the battle. The agency is popular and guarded by their own hunters. The kingdom would enforce their knight to subdue the hunter. There is no good ending. Legal mean was to ensure to no lives were loss. You did it - but it was on razor edge, and you'll likely win without any repercussion." Blake explained.

"Well, it's good you see it that way, but I'll say this, I'll do the legal way, should it work. But the second it doesn't, I'll do it my own way and I'll fix it. At the end of the day, I want people to be consistent, Brock wasn't it. They were not working with me; they were actively working against me. When I am owed, I will be owed. " Ken pointed to the large tower in the downtown of City of Valahut.

Blake just nodded and Ken didn't proceed - seems like this is topic of contention.

"Anyhow, Sir Leonard invited me for lunch tomorrow, wanna join, it may be useful for your political expertise."

"Sure, in the meantime. What do you want to do now?"

"I’m thinking to buying an office that I can use to support near the dark burrow, I'll hire couple of people and get the ball rolling there, get the gauge on what's needed to be fixed."

"The dark burrow, you say, why?" Blake asked curiously asking.

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"Just one of many things I want to do now, since I have the mean, to better the quality of life in some of these areas. There's a gym that I go to and it's clean. It tries to clean up the street, but I think it has trouble revitalizing the street."

"And you think you can?"

"Well, yeah. If money is the solution, I can provide it. If protection is the solution, I can provide it. If two things are the solution, I can provide it. If they require another solution all together, I'll shall try to provide it. The biggest issue that I've seen is that the money doesn't go where it's supposed to, and I can ensure it does."

Blake just nodded, who has no real response to the issue at hand, as he grew up with a golden spoon.

"I am going to hire Ben for your information, he'll be responsible for growing the money and managing it. Is that something you can help with?"

"What do you mean?"

"Are you able to be run the day-to-day operation of the company, I don't know what to call it."

Blake surprised by the offer and confused by it "What do you mean, running the day-to-day operation?"

Blake, still processing the unexpected offer, furrowed his brow in confusion. “What do you mean, running the day-to-day operation?”

As they approached a modest inn, Ken’s stride didn’t falter, but the flow of their conversation did. “A room for two, or a suite for a night. Thanks,” he requested from the concierge without missing a beat.

Granted a suite with two queen-sized beds, the pair settled in, the morning light yielding to the afternoon’s embrace. Ken perched on the edge of one bed, while Blake opted for the chair near

the dining set, a respectful distance between them.

“I want you to essentially be the boss,” Ken began, his gaze steady. “I’ll be the founder, the one making executive decisions, but you’ll handle the rest. You attended a top-tier school, didn’t you?”

Blake, caught off guard by Ken’s assumption, nodded. “Yes, I went to a top school. I’ve dabbled in business, sure.”

“Then you’re more equipped than I am. I’m offering you an annual salary of one million dollars. You’ll work with Ben to scale the company. After a year, we’ll see where we stand and renegotiate based on our position. But tell me,” Ken paused, “what’s your take on the mission statement for a company?”

“Mission statement?” Blake echoed, seeking clarity.

“Yes, what should the company be known for? What’s our ethos?” Ken clarified, leaning forward with earnest interest.

Blake considered the question, the weight of the role suddenly tangible. “It should be something that resonates with our values, something meaningful.”

Ken nodded, his expression softening. “I want us to help humanity, to push us forward. To alleviate pain, to give everyone a fair shot at life. We’re not just another cog in the power cycle; we aim to break it. Think about it—when you had money and saw someone struggling, why didn’t you help?”

Blake hesitated, the question striking a chord. “I… I don’t know.”

“It’s not about guilt. It’s about awareness. We won’t change minds overnight, but we can offer support, justice, and equity. That’s our mission. To reach for the stars and bring everyone along for the journey.”

Blake nodded, the mission statement resonating with a newfound sense of purpose.