Twenty First Chapter

Inside her lavish suite.

"Auntie, i am ready to send a telegraph."

"Its ready Milady."

"I hope they find Mary's relatives." Esme feeling sad for Mary.

"We can only hope, Milady."

"Yes. I should learn how to use telegraph, no?"

"It is convenient. Its a miracle that using this machine, we can communicate in long distances." Finna looks at a guy from telegraph company who is sent here to assist them.

"Not miracle but electrical currects travelling to wires. Right, auntie, are the lobsters on their way?"

"Yes Milady. Do not worry about it as i already asked for the best chef in New York City."

Esme smiles and nod.

"I also want to learn how to cook. Oh. Theres so much i want to learn. Time....time is my enemy."

"Yet it does not challenge me. John somehow challenges me. I see the world in formulas and equations. 1 and 0. 1 and 2. But..he is...i do not know."

"Milady, this should be love." Finna goaded and laughed.

"Love?" Esme paused. She thinks deeply.

"Of course. We are in a romantic relationship. We are in love."

In Garment District.

Its just a space and you can store anything there.

"Bruno, how much to you think the rent is?"

"Im sorry sir, i do not know but i heard warehouses are rented by month and its not low." The 16 year old Bruno answered as he drops his tweed cap.

"Lets find who is incharge here."

"Yes Signor." The energetic Bruno dashes to the warehouse.

"Its good to have a subordinate and just boss around. Haha."

A stout fat man in a suit meet John in an office.

"Mr. de Vere, we offer not only the warehouse but also the security of the warehouse. That is why its 17usd a month."

"Okay. Ill rent for a year."

"Great. If u pay one lump sum, its only 200 usd."

"Do u receive pound sterling?"

"We receive. As a matter of fact, our clients does business in England they pay in pounds."

"Convenient."

"Pound Sterling sir is the currency of the world."

"The world isnt England. Come on. Show me my warehouse."

Showing him his warehouse.

He got satisfied because the area is 200 sqmts.

The goods he stole will surely fit in here. Barely.

Before he left, he teleports all in here.

Looking at the dozen classic black car. He cant help but want to drive one.

But when he got inside, theres no key hole or whatever he recognize in the dashboard.

"Sky, am I in a ufo?" He wondered.

"Boss, its only 1912, the cars in this era isnt exactly car. Its a pile of scrap metal."

"Hahaha. Then can u make one for me? I dont complain much but the carriage seat is hard. I fear testicular cancer."

"I can make you a hundred cars Boss. Even from 2020s cars."

"Hey. Not that far into the future. Just fit in the times."

"Boss, can i make a suggestion?"

"Shoot."

"Ford was established 11 years ago, Boss."

"Is that so? Should i invest in Ford?" John think aloud.

"Boss, no need to invest. With me, you can be the Ford in 2023. More than Ford. More than all the automobile companies combined. Not just automobile but Computer technology, Military technology, Agricultural Technology, Industrial Technology, Anti-gravity tech, Time Machine technology snd Terminator tech.. I have it all boss. You will be richer than Lady Esme's Rothschild. All these do not include All Fiction and Green Lantern."

"Speaking of Green Lantern.. Boss, the ring should be charged by now."

"Right...right...i forgot about green lantern ring....richer than Rothschild and countries."

Hearing Skynet, his brain lagged. Not once he thought of this.

"Fuck!!!!! I only seen a tree but Sky, you saw the forest. Freaking forest!"

"You're welcome Boss. It is my job to be at your service."

"Hahahaha! Sky, ur a blessing in no disguise! Allverse. Thank u for giving me Sky."

"You're welcome again Boss."

"Sky, ur smarter. Its only over 24 hours and you speak like human."

"Speak only boss. I have no soul and no emotion. I am only alive to serve you."

"Damn. From sarcasm to too deep. Hahaha. Nice one." He is laughing madly again.

"Lets go. Sky, make plans on how to start car business."

"Already have Boss."

"Damn. Really awesome. Show me."

Then and there, streams of data flows to John's eyes.

For his eyes only thanks to neural link hijacking his visual faculty as it is housed in his brain.