It was all about maximizing profits. And since Dudley only worked for himself, nobody could blame him for being a greedy corporation trying to make shareholders rich. No, he was just doing it for himself.
He wanted to be perceived as a ruthless yet highly effective investor. He wanted to be known for his bets and strategies. He had big plans, and for them to succeed, he needed nations to see him with an eye of hope as well as fear. It was all about maintaining control.
So when a certain day rolled around, in September of 2001, Dudley arrived at the North Tower of the World Trade Center. He was there for the inauguration of the US headquarters of D&D Holdings, as it also marked Dudley accepting American citizenship since the UK allowed dual citizenship.
It wasn't a big deal, but it annoyed Dudley. He didn't make the decision personally. He really didn't care about citizenship since the world was his playground. But D&D's advisors, some lawyers, some American thinktanks, and Edwin advised him to take it and put the US government at ease, as he had grown too big to ignore.
And a part of that deal was to open a second headquarters in the United States. For that, Dudley picked the unlucky towers. If anything, he was sure a lot of conspiracy theories would arise in the future. Some would be wondering if the government plotted it all to kill Dudley.
D&D had taken the entire 95th floor. All the renovations and remodeling had been completed. It was a waste of money, but he really needed to play the part.
And for no reason, New York's governor was also there at the inauguration. The man had nothing to do with him or D&D. Though his people possibly either bribed him or funded his campaign, one of the two. At that point, everyone was on his payroll in one way or another. From the Muggle to the wizard side of MACUSA. He had to do it to keep the ancient families at bay.
"And I know that this will mark a second beginning for D&D, and Mr. Dursley. I'm sure the company will soar through the skies like a jet into the clouds…"
Interesting choice of words, Governor. Dudley tried his best not to frown.
He knew that moment was merely a few minutes away. His Arithmancy algorithm had already run the situation multiple times, pinpointing every scenario. After that, the Vanguards had been trained and sent into the two towers. Those with him were personal bodyguards, and those in the other tower were tourists, currently at the top of the tower.
Soon enough, Dudley's turn came to speak. He really didn't have the time as he saw the Vanguards taking position. They must have already noticed that distant dot.
"I'm a man of few words. So I'll just say this. Let's make a shit ton of money!"
"Yeah!"
"Hell yeah!"
At his loud declaration, the staff roared like lions. And then…
Boom!
It was chaos, rubble, dust, glass, and screams.
Then came the ball of fire that engulfed the immediate surroundings. Yet in that dust, there was just enough time, just enough room to run away. Somehow, the fire didn't reach the people. Somehow, the fire alarm rang and the exit lights illuminated.
Somehow, the elevators were parked right on their floor.
"Get up!" Dudley pulled the Governor by his arms like he was a child and shoved him into the elevator. Then he returned to the floor and helped others, his bodyguards doing the same. It didn't take long for the entire floor to be emptied, so he went upstairs, knowing people up there had a problem escaping.
Ensuring the security feed was completely destroyed and all cameras were down. He and some Vanguards carved their path through the rubble, clearing the way for people to rush down the emergency stairs. It was a long climb down as the towers stood over a hundred floors each.
By the time the second plane struck the other tower, the North Tower's upper floors were all empty. The rest of it was being emptied at breakneck speed. Meanwhile, in the South Tower, the upper floors had already been cleared away since the fire alarm went off right when the North Tower was struck.
With some Vanguards there, they created panic, screaming fire, and made sure nobody took the alarm as just some safety drill.
But the South Tower was in a rougher situation as the plane struck the lower floors. Still, the Vanguards were enough to discreetly carve a path for everyone else. Also, the South Tower fell first.
But that didn't change anything. Back in the North Tower, Dudley and his men pushed the last of the people out, forcing them to keep running once out as the glass and whatnot kept falling from the sky. The towers were really going to fall, even though he had somewhat altered things by suppressing the fire.
That did make him wonder if it was a conspiracy to kill him. How the fuck were the towers so fragile?
In any case, he ran and ran, covered in dust.
The fire department had arrived by then, and for the sake of authenticity, he limped, acting hurt, panting, but he also shouted at his men in suits, giving them orders on what to do and where to invest, what to short. He knew someone would hear him, or someone might record him in some form. It was all about leaving behind a trail.
"Mr. Dursley!"
Surprisingly, the Governor hadn't run away. He stayed not far from the tower and rushed to him with a team of paramedics. In no time, he was shoved into an ambulance, and that marked the end of their little adventure.
He had no plans of staying and watching the two towers collapse. They were empty now, entirely.
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D&D Headquarters, London,
Creak! Creak! Creak!
"Ummmh… Oh!"
There was no better way to start the day than being balls deep in the most beautiful secretary in the world. As Narcissa read him his schedule for the day, she lay on the table, her legs raised at the side while he danced between them, thrusting with an unmatched pace, a true quickie.
He didn't disturb her shirt or attempt to take her gorgeous breasts out. He just hiked up her dark skirt, pushed the bridge of her panties aside, and claimed what was his. And yes, that vacation had marked her womb.
"At ten… ummmh… you'll meet, ah, the… Prime Minister."
Dudley knew this was against office rules, his own rules, but he didn't care. The thought almost made him grin. Everything in this building answered to him, even the woman half-whispering through her smile beneath him.
Narcissa's composure never broke while working; she looked every inch the immaculate secretary, lips curled with that knowing smirk each time he pushed the limits of what "professional" meant. But that polished composure she wore for everyone else melted the second he touched her.
He thrust in with a quick snap, plunging deep into her hot, slick, reddened cunt with all his length. The juices around his cock had a silkier glide, thicker, wetter. Her walls were practically convulsing around him.
His hands roamed over her soft thighs, tracing the edge between fabric and skin. The texture of her stockings, the warmth beneath, the slight tremor that always betrayed her calm. He could read them like a ledger.
She felt so warm and gripped so tight. Who knew how she kept herself so maintained, but he wasn't complaining. Ever since that two-week vacation, they'd done it dozens of times, and always felt the need for more.
"Oh-oh, close…" She gulped, feeling her release nearing. "Then… you'll… go to inspect Polaris City… Mmmmmh~"
And just like that, Narcissa's body tensed, her eyes fluttered shut, her words broke into a long, sultry moan. A warm flood suddenly blanketed his cock, a climax so soft and hushed crept over like a secret, muffled storm. She bit her bottom lip, stifling the moan of bliss. But still, that crimson blush over her pale cheeks was obvious.
Dudley felt the shift, the silent proof that he'd pushed her to the edge first. He didn't stop. Momentum alone carried him, that ruthless drive that never really left him, even here.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
A few sharp impacts echoed through the office.
He leaned forward, braced on the table, and caught her gaze. Everything about her, from her flawless hair to the faint scent of her perfume and the hint of lipstick half-smudged, pulled him deeper into the moment. She was his.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah… I can feel you," She moaned breathlessly, utterly losing her composure.
"Yeah." He grunted and ground deep into her tight, clamping pussy that he had flooded so many times already. His balls tightened, every inch pulsing in euphoria, the burn building in his gut. That rising, unstoppable pressure; he was falling over the edge.
A thick, heavy rope of batter exploded from him, flooding her core like a splash of white paint. Another spurt, and then another, each one more intense, flooding her pussy completely.
Although it wasn't common to do it in the office, he still enjoyed it. Usually, he'd get a mind-bending blowjob in the middle of the day if she was feeling frisky. Her lipstick marks covered his cock from tip to base by the end of it. But on rare occasions like now, she wanted the whole package, and he wasn't one to deny a ripe woman's pleading eyes.
"Mmmmh… So much!" She moaned.
"Gah!" He crushed his cock in, right to the base. He kept looking at her and just couldn't take it anymore. He bent down, catching her lips with his, swallowing her quiet cry. The taste of her lipstick mixed with the salt of their sweat, sweet and electric.
Narcissa's hands went into his hair, pulling him closer, and he deepened the kiss until he could feel her trembling through it.
He ground his hips as the spasms took over and kept thrusting into her tight cunt, filling her more and more with that hot scorching cream. He really didn't want to ruin her dress, so he didn't churn her buttery pussy as he usually did. He didn't resume thrusting, just kept his cock balls deep, savoring the hot filth that was their morning ritual.
"Ummh."
He kept kissing, her tongue responding smoothly, rolling against his. For a moment, neither of them moved. Only their ragged breaths filled the room, the faint hum of the AC reminding them where they were, lost in the moment.
Her hands wandered freely, tracing along the strong line of his neck, then up into his hair, threading through it. Her blue eyes stayed closed the whole time, trusting, utterly surrendering.
When the heat started to settle, he reached for the tissues on the corner of the desk, ever the practical one. He placed it over her moist cunt, sliding out his glistening cock while it kept their culmination inside of her.
He left the tissues against her pussy, and pulled up her panties back in place.
Then he smoothed her skirt, adjusted his own collar, and glanced at her with that small, dangerous smile that always meant later.
Narcissa chuckled, aware of how careful he was not to ruin her dress. It was pointless, though. They could clean it up with a simple wave of her wand. But she knew he was doing it for fun.
"Mmm… I'll be back."
She got off the table, fixed her skirt back in place, and walked out of his office. While his large office had its own attached private bathroom, she didn't use it. Swaying her hips, she walked away, telling him how filled to the brim she was between her legs.
Finally, she heard a satisfied sigh behind her before fully leaving.
Back in the office, Dudley wiped his cock clean, pulled the zipper up, and sat down in the chair. He fixed his hair with his fingers, still feeling the heat.
I'm fucking spoiled.
Knock! Knock!
"Yes?"
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