TECH TYCOON SYSTEM

Dubai – Business Bay, 6:45 PM

A shadow cut across the skyline as the sun dipped behind the towers of wealth and ambition. The city lit up in a billion-dollar glow—golden lights, glass reflections, and the quiet hum of private jets overhead.

A matte black Rolls Royce Ghost eased into the private driveway of the Opus Tower, its doors opening with mechanical precision.

Out stepped Steve Makinson—under his alias, John Luthra.

Tailored charcoal grey suit, open black shirt, platinum Vacheron Constantin watch peeking from under his sleeve. A thin gold chain. His posture calm, almost too calm.

From the outside, he looked like the next unicorn startup founder.

No one would guess the truth:

He wasn’t building a company. He was building a financial weapon.

Inside – De Beers Private Vault

The room smelled of leather and aged mahogany.

Steve stood before a black velvet-lined case as the dealer slowly opened it.

A rare Vacheron Constantin Les Cabinotiers Grand Complication Phoenix sat inside. Only ten in existence. Retail price: $490,000 USD.

It wasn’t a watch.

It was power in miniature.

He picked it up, fastened it on his wrist, and admired the way it caught the ambient light.

“Would you like to use your Monero split or cold wallet?” the dealer asked.

“Split it,” Steve said. “Use the two-node proxy in Zurich. Let it clear through my Singapore ID.”

The man nodded respectfully.

No one questioned John Luthra.

Rooftop Bar – 8:00 PM

The rooftop of the ME Hotel buzzed with low jazz and polished laughter. International elite gathered around glass tables with vintage whiskey, rare cigars, and five-figure cocktails.

Steve sat alone on a balcony couch, fingers scrolling through system stats on his tablet.

He wasn’t nervous. He was calculating.

At exactly 8:05, he sensed a shift in the air.

He looked up.

And she arrived.

Nadine al-Razi.

Early 30s.

Elegant. Composed. Devastatingly stunning.

Her heels made no sound on the wood-paneled floor. Her maroon satin dress hugged her perfectly, cut high at the side to reveal sculpted legs. Diamond earrings, subtle makeup, and a black velvet clutch completed the look.

But it wasn’t her looks that dominated the space.

It was the command in her eyes.

Eyes like someone who had seen boardrooms, battlefields, and heartbreak—and came out stronger every time.

“Mr. Luthra,” she said in a low, velvet voice. “I wasn’t expecting you to look… like this.”

Steve stood and offered a faint smile. “Appearances are strategic. Like capital.”

She arched a brow. “And I assume you’re well-capitalized.”

The Meeting

They ordered: black coffee for Steve, aged red wine for Nadine.

“Novalith BioSolutions,” she said, crossing her legs. “Biotech firm. Registered under an LLC two months ago. Already filed two provisional patents and hired a legal team in Cyprus.”

“And yet, no press. No founder history. No launch announcement.”

Steve shrugged. “I don’t believe in noise. I believe in disruption.”

“So what do you need from me?”

“Five million USD. Convertible equity. I’ll double it in 18 months.”

She didn’t flinch.

“You’re bold.”

“No,” Steve said. “I’m inevitable. That’s different.”

She sipped her wine, gaze locked to his.

“Your paperwork is too clean,” she said. “And your confidence is too cold.”

“I trust structure more than I trust people,” Steve replied. “And I never lie. Just… simplify.”

There was a pause.

Then a chuckle.

“You remind me of myself ten years ago,” she said. “Except I had more idealism.”

“And now?”

“Now I invest in shadows,” she said, raising her glass. “Because the light burns too fast.”

They toasted.

Later That Night – Her Car

Inside her sleek Mercedes-Maybach S650, Nadine tapped her phone.

“Run full diligence on Novalith. I want founder history, investor logs, background data. Everything.”

Her AI assistant replied.

“Minimal data available. Founder ID matches ‘John Luthra’, but record trail begins only 61 days ago. No academic or public history.”

Nadine’s brow furrowed.

“Interesting.”

Steve’s Hotel Suite – 1:20 AM

Wrapped in a silk robe, Steve stared at the city skyline through the window.

The suite was quiet. Elegant. But sterile.

He didn’t belong here. Not really.

Not yet.

He opened the system window.

System Notification: Investor Interest Confirmed – Nadine al-Razi (Clean Asset)
Projected Risk: Moderate (Intellectual Curiosity High)
Options: 1) Keep Closer, 2) Feed Disinformation, 3) Disengage Softly

Steve tapped “1”.

“She’s too useful to lose. And too smart to ignore.”

His eyes flicked to another system window:

Total Clean Funds Available: $3.7M
Dirty Pool: $6.9M
Asset Coverage: 4 Nations.

Then he stared at the glass of untouched whisky on the table.

“This is just the beginning.”

Meanwhile – RAW Cyber Cell, New Delhi

A file opened on a dim screen.

Steve Makinson – Age 21 – Indian National – Engineering Student (On Paper)

• Sudden disappearance from college activity

• Full tuition paid in advance

• Matching alias used in Dubai LLC formation?

A junior analyst squinted at the screen.

“Sir… this could be something.”

“Flag it. Quietly.”