The New President
In total, the janitors were paid 36,000 credits, the general employees 152,000 credits, and the waiters/waitresses 57,600 credits per month. A total of 245,600 credits, and with the manager being paid 107,800, and Fox's profit, the total net sales remained in 161,200.
After the war, 3 months passed, with this month not about to be too different until the end of the elections. The voting would start today and end today, for it to be counted for 2 days, then analyzed, with the results confirmed in the 4th day of the 10th month. Maybe afterwards, once he was sent off or so, the restaurant would gain its well-deserved popularity, with the others in the making.
In any case, the 9th Order Restaurant’s reserves had accumulated to 967,200 credits by now.
The Blackflower Boutique had also made its own earnings while the war was raging, bringing the 5th floor to a full remodeling and integration to the boutique, with the elevator and cargo lift still in the making.
The BB had made the usual amount, with the addition of the 5th floor, during the war. As of today, since it was established, the 5th floor makes about 311,500 credits per month, with niche snacks, relaxation, high-end tables, spots, and even views, as well as electronics.
It has 12 employees that are paid 6,000 credits per month, whose salary will remain even as the rest of Fox’s business improves. Its 311,500 are downed to 251,500 credits, while its resupply is also worked by the overall BB, Blackflower Boutique’s, monthly cost from taxes and resupplying.
After the war, the Blackflower Boutique made much more money. Not more than anything but because another 4 floors, not counting the 5th, were bought during the war. It was also after the war that the cargo lift, elevator, and plus accessibility elevator were finished.
After the war, with Fox administrating whatever was happening with his immensely invested business, and whenever he wasn’t furiously overwhelmed with studies with the President’s daughter, he attended his businesses.
The purchases of the other 4 floors costed a lot of money, from almost 12,000,000 credits in reserve, only 200,000 remained. Furthermore, seeing the great profit from the 5th floor, he decided not to take it into consideration, and only use the net sales of BB’s 9 floors to take his profit from.
The floors were bought during ‘prime time’, with the sellers, who were selling since before, or after the war blasted their minds into unrest, proactively lowered its price. Otherwise, besides taking more time to deal with them, which Fabiola doesn’t have nor can afford to do it alone in less than a month, she would’ve gotten at least 1 floor at most.
Even during the war, the fact that Fabiola achieved all of this on her own impressed Fox. Thus, after the war, the BB’s monthly gross sales were increased to 3,692,100 credits.
It now had 9 floors, so everything became costlier, from the cost to the employee payroll. The monthly tax/resupply increased to 315,000 credits. The overall resupply was 120,000 credits, with 15,000 credits per floor, and 60,000 alone for the 5th floor.
The 5th floor was also being trained with pizza-making methods. The Sargonde’s way wasn’t known, much less their ingredients, but those 12 employees had to at least have a bit of experience before being taught how to make those masterpieces.
There were now 56 shop employees, with 48 attendants, who are monthly paid 4,900 credits. The 8 clerks are now monthly paid 6,000 credits. A total of 235,200 credits for attendants, and 48,000 credits for clerks. A total of 283,200 credits per month for employee payroll.
Additionally, the manager, Fabiola, is paid 553,815 credits. A huge sum for a young woman… an ordinary young woman.
Its monthly cost became as high as 1,121,015 credits, and its monthly net sales to 1,372,455 credits. In reserves, after these 3 months and counting this 9th, with the previous 200,000 remaining from buying nearly the rest of the floors for the boutique, there were 4,316,365 credits.
Business was becoming much more profitable to Fox, and once they were big enough, say, the pizzeria chain and boutique at least grew to their full, initial plan, they could be merged… For now, it was as such, and during the time Fox wasn’t in Lýmoca, he made 2,041,100 credits.
357,300 from the boutique and 323,300 from the 9th Order Restaurant for 3 months are equivalent to it alone. Naturally, these weren’t much compared to Fox’s nowadays monthly earning, but they still increased his bank account.
Fox’s bank account increased a lot after he returned from the Ters-Ly War. From a few shy million credits to 22,348,300 credits just with a combination of his business and individual activities.
Fox gains 1,431,030 credits per month from his business, and 2.2 million credits from his bions. He now learned to make excellent quality bions 1 month after the war, but he still made many good quality bions to sell to PSD and Colmillo, who was glad to increase the money a bit.
He also made 1.6 million credits with Nala’s team assignations. There was a catch, as he would’ve gained a bit more than those 22 million if it wasn’t because he now brought Nala to date. His 300k monthly from the suite were still being charged, with Mena sometimes using it so that it wouldn’t be useless. But… dates with Nala costed 450,000 credits a month.
Thus, from the initial earnings of 5,231,030 per month, or 4,931,030 with the mega hotel’s suite rent, it went down to 4,481,030 credits per month. Thus, 22.3 million credits in his bank account.
Nala was pampered to no end. But this wasn’t to gain pampering from her. On the contrary, Fox was pampered no matter what he did. He just wanted to bring her around to have fun; out of his adoration for the infallible woman who cannot stop making his previous urges turn into her image in his mind all damned days.
This was the extent of Fox’s business after a year, going for the second, after he began his PSD special agent ‘career’ and businessman life. He had to say, without this, Fox doesn’t know how he’ll busy himself, maybe getting too irritated from not having people to torment and kill.
… In the morning of this last day of the 9th month, Fox walked alone to his respective voting booth. It was located somewhat near where his therapist, Mona, Morena’s, office was. He realized this was practically his ‘official’ address, and felt a little good about it.
There was something very obvious worth mentioning. There were soldiers everywhere. Their armored vehicles, new, as the old were disassembled and reforged into the new gen, parked far from the booths without making the civilians feel caged.
The booths were like house grocery stores, with the soldiers around walking with their DLMs and new, mostly known nowadays as ‘Green’ or ‘Quiet’; Quick-Hand 8th Century pistols, QH - 8C.
There were many, approximately 2 squads per booth, and there were many booths all over Lýmoca. Approximately 580,000 booths all over the country, accessible for every person in the country. The National Guard was the responsible for keeping security across the country, while the military showed at the booths.
All in all, without martial curfew, the entire country was overly protected. But, in reality, that wasn’t the case. The government sent out dozens of attractive, straight-to-the-point, and sharp advertisements to detail the history of the Lýmocan armies, navies, and even what little air force they had in the beginning, before giving up on all war.
From the times of yore, where the Aforesanctum Order was all about cold weapons and whatnot, to the last moments of the Lýlaco Empire, after their enormous wars to keep the south steady and home alive.
Thus, instead of becoming an election day where the military looked at the citizens with suppressive glances and danced their shoulders to show their firearms’ sheen, it was the civilians who looked at them inquisitively.
From influential city to city, from city to town, from town to village, and from region to state, and then municipality and sectors; urban or rural, the military was shown everywhere.
The soldiers weren’t disrupted too much. If anything, the civilians waved and said ‘hi’, or ‘good morning, sir/ma’am’ as the soldiers remained under the sun, outside the parasols for the civilians. Very few talked to the soldiers, not wanting to disrupt their work, or make things difficult for them, not being aware of the rule within the military in cases like this.
Indeed, the soldiers who fought to the bitter end before were now here, around, for show. However, it was working, and Fox could see it anywhere he walked, passing by a couple of booths before arriving at his. There was a sense of pride and honor building in Lys’ hearts. When he did, everyone looked at him after word spread.
The soldiers also looked at him, all saluting to Fox, which he nodded to at best. Saluting them back now would be too much, and showy. He already hated having to show his vote, or even do it, let alone ‘parading’ with the heroes of the nation.
It was well known that it was Fox who had the Terkan cabinet both killed and captured. Even now, the cabinet general remained as the Terkan provisional head of state before Lýmoca ascertained a new, solid position from the Lýmocan government for some time. Elections were too important right now to decide now and then change their minds later.
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Fox went to his booth, waited his turn in the line, towering most Lys, and cast his votes, which were quite a few ballots. The power of the people over the government’s positions in the elections was vast.
When coming out, Fox saw some of the hosts sweating, looking at the militaries with fleeting glances. He rolled his eyes and went on his way to the presidential precinct… but not before meeting his baby. It was finished and ready to be mounted into the world again.
Fox arrived at the workshop, where some civilians were at, wanting to see how their babies were being taken care of. They were amazed to see Fox come in. This place was just a workshop, after all. Then, they saw the CSS leave with a Myertha, shocking their cores.
Fox felt just right with his baby back in his hands. The mechanic he spoke with first, Mauricio, parted ways with her sadly, but it was a work well-done. Furthermore, even without the NDA, he would never say anything about the perfect, masterpiece, beauty he made with Miros’s additions.
Breathing in and out, Fox mounted his bike, which had slightly ‘fatter’ lower sides, with compartments obviously built within, and felt the thin, soundless roaring of the new engine and Pugor. Now he understood why all the soldiers were excited to know each platoon would have an armored vehicle at worst. A new military reform, and it was evident.
Simply put, the use of Pugor energy felt futuristic and magical even, while the engines and new compartments made everything just… perfect.
Pbrrrrrrrr- vrrrrrrrrrmmmmmm!! After giving her engines a quick test, Fox shuddered. Then, he zoomed in the distance. Mauricio was left behind, with the customers wide-mouthed. Fox slowed down when entering the streets, but he wanted to take his baby out already.
… Finally arriving at the presidential precinct, Fox went in quick, signalling the guards at the entrance to open it for him when they saw him. It was the first time such a costly vehicle made it into the presidential precinct since his first term. The guards salivated, watching the Myertha pass by with the fearsome yet ‘honorable’ Fox rushing in.
Fox wanted to calm down and park her, but his Myertha kept whispering him things, things only Nala could take away. Thus, he made a few rounds, speeding as much as possible while giving no fucks how many patrols he made uneasy.
Finally, once again, he parked somewhere near the main building, where some guards cleaned their sweat and felt relieved. Fox’s every step made him feel smooth, with the notion of walking becoming too boring, yet exciting him to hurry and go at it again.
Going inside the main building, Fox felt the clearly different atmosphere. He hadn’t come here as much as he did before, also no longer necessary in the morning press conferences, which was a relief. If anything, he came here once a month since the end of the war.
Most of his time was spent with Nala, going to the President’s daughter to study the domestic affairs. When he had free time, he was either checking his businesses, or dating Nala and going out in assignations with her team, always focusing some time for his bion-making.
As Fox entered the hallways and neared the presidential office, he stopped and heard some clear voices inside despite the even stronger soundproof systems and structure built after the war. Fox blinked a few times before pushing one of the doors open.
He saw Roam, Lesly, a third of the cabinet, and Nala. Butler wasn’t here, probably giving Teon, who ‘suddenly’ became very powerful with huge potential in his eyes, some more training. Only those who were representative captains, or close to them, didn’t know what was going on.
Naturally, there was Luis, the President, and his daughter. As soon as Fox entered, calmly stepping towards the desk, Luis looked at him. Roam stepped aside and let Luis gesture to Fox, beckoning him to stand in front of his desk with his daughter and Nala.
Fox stood before Luis’s desk, looking down at the President who might very well lose his seat at last. Luis nodded, not caring what Fox thought, “I see you have done pretty well. Esme tells me you are a fast learner. Something changed in you, I see.”
Luis was positive towards Fox, not a new occurrence anymore, but still… new. Fox nodded without an expression, “She is a patient teacher. Is there anything, President?”
“You will be leaving in a couple of weeks, though there are some matters first. It might be a little intense for you, but you must assist.” Luis went to the point, just knowing Fox well. Roam spoke from the side, “It’s been a long way, Fox. The President will need your presence soon.”
Fox nodded. Indeed, the President was in his trial when it mattered for him, so Fox could only do the same. Besides… In any case, Fox gave his woman and the other blonde beauty on his right a glance before focusing on the President again, “President, how confident are you? From what I’ve seen, if ‘we’ don’t choose either of the other 3, that aren’t you, Lýmoca will turn the peace into a brand-new period of war, what then?”
“Right, let’s not worry about what they have to say… Lately, people look up to me and call me President, not Luis, or just Luis Heartez with a tone they’ve heard in a screen. So…” Luis looked at Fox and commented before looking at his cabinet. Fox looked at them, too.
He returned his polycoria eyes to Luis and asked, “Are these all that are left after you mentally drained everyone during the war?”
“Yes,” Luis nodded, blinking his eyes in a slow motion. Fox nodded upwards, just a bit, and kept his chin high. “So, can these and the new afford another time like this? Maybe more intense, with a rival better prepared? Or for a longer period?”
“Fox?” Luis uttered interrogatively, sinking his brows to Fox. Fox blinked before elaborating, “What if it happens again? What if your closest aides aren’t willing or able to endure?”
“From whom? ANS even came to oversee the election’s counting and analysis. It’s all a ceremonial procedure, unless there is indeed something wrong, but that won’t happen.” Luis retorted, shaking his head and lifting his chest momentarily.
Esmeralda moved on her spot, slightly tilting her head and glancing at Fox’s side. Fox shrugged a bit, cocking his head as he spoke, “It wasn’t ANS who went into conflict with us last time, although it could’ve happened, but it didn’t.”
“You’re saying…” Luis narrowed his eyes. Fox named, not even blinking beforehand, “Torka, Cerka.”
“Torka, Cerka…” Luis repeated, a strange taste in his mouth. He shook his head afterwards, dispelling those thoughts. He was about to say something, when he thought about something else, and looked at Fox and his cabinet. “I will think of this, and maybe do a subtle preparation, but no movement. I already had enough talking with Endessa, Carnge, the Islands, Melenon, and Argopolas. I don’t need to start scaring others again.”
Fox nodded in silence, taking half a step backwards. Luis nodded up at him, “Did you vote already?”
“Mhm,” Fox nodded. Luis remained silent for 2 seconds before making a face, covering the rolling of his eyes with a blink, “Did you vote for…?”
“Only Lesly was worth my appreciation.” Fox flatly declared. Lesly giggled at the side, with Esmeralda growing a momentary smirk, which Nala saw from the left corners of her eyes.
“Well then, that will be all. You were the only one showing up late, so everyone else know this.” Luis worded before looking at Fox again, “You will be named the first Senior Minister of Lýmoca and oversee Terka when the time comes. We’ll keep it confidential until then.”
Fox nodded. He looked at Nala, with Esmeralda looking at him. He blinked and gestured to Nala before walking out of the office with her. Esmeralda looked at her father and made a proud and haughty face, which only Lesly smiled to, with the father showing a concerned raised eyebrow.
. . .
4 days passed by.
In the day of the election, where the day had just begun and most people in each state had cast their votes. The other 2 political parties, LV and NSH, and the coalition of smaller other polies’ candidate declared themselves the winners.
Each congregated a rally with an obscurely small number of people in a closed, small environment. There was clapping and cheers, if those could be called cheers, and the candidates smiled and clapped back, with those behind the candidates yelling things like ‘lye, Lýmocaaa!’ and ‘dictatorship must eeeend!’.
The day went like that, with the counts showing up somewhere late in the evening, little by little, there were 3 different methods Lýmoca had to show their counting. A digital scale, showing the various votes’ results, a direct approach to the counts, one by one, of every role in the government, and another revealing the incoming and rechecked voting ballots.
They didn’t have the same pacing, as one showed results every 5 minutes, sometimes interchanging between smaller quantities of time. Another times, it stopped when other people turned their places to count, the same with the people guarding the legitimacy of their work.
But when the day ended, and it was past midnight, the results were… clear.
With a participation of 89.9%, of 395 million inhabitants after Preut’s reintegration, and obviously not counting Terka, 355,105,000 people voted. The final result before the overall recounting of all systematic methods showed Luis’s 79.1% of points for the Lýmocan presidency!
This thoroughly swiped over the opposition, with the NSH receiving at least 14%, and the rest shared between the LV and the coalition of small political parties. The world was shocked. It was the first time it happened after Anastasiv Morozov, Zyckevele’s long term president.
From the previous victory with 51% points, then the second term with 52% points; President Luis Heartez shocked the entire country. 280,888,050 Lys voted for the same person, wasn’t that stupidly crazy?
With Preut’s previous over 90 million Preutians becoming part of Lýmoca, and the subsequent birth rate that shot disparately yet calmed down months after the Preutians settled down while Preut was reconstructed. This was well over 90% of Lys!
Just how do 300 million compare to 400 million in this case? It was inconceivable! The world might be surprised and shocked silly to see such tremendous support, one-sidedly, and one might even say beloved from the people to the government.
The opposition, added with the small polies’ coalition, marched to the streets and demanded another recount, demanding that the voting has been stolen away by the government with the military. After all, anyone knew the soldiers were everywhere during that day. More than 500,000 people assisted the march, protesting against the ‘dictatorship’.
What was the Lýmocan government’s response? None. Not only was Luis and his new cabinet, busy, feeling incredibly glad and extremely joyous. They also… let the people show their resolve.
In the first day of analysis, 5 millions Lys marched around Proteros City. The other states did the same, amassing from 1 to 3 million, even in Lymaospasó, which had the least population in the country.
In the second day, over 14 million in Proteros City and 4-6 million in the other states… This was almost 200,000,000 million people marching in a country! Where, when has this ever seen before? And how did it happen in only one country!?
This was the revolution! Lýmoca might have welcomed it, made it possible, and challenged the limits of the world for the third time in the century and this year alone all at once… But it was the world that had to accept it.
They all chanted in unison, as one people.
“LYE! LYE!! LYE!!! …LYE!!!!”
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