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"…Wow. Yup. Definitely should've worn a suit," he whispered under his breath.
Robert coughed lightly and stepped forward. "Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce the new owner of the company—Ethan Cliff."
A few surprised murmurs spread around the room. Some people blinked. Some straightened up in their chairs.
And one older man with glasses pushed up from his seat, extending a hand with a polite smile.
"Mr. Cliff. A pleasure to meet you. We've been informed about the ownership transfer."
Ethan shook his hand, trying to ignore how out of place he felt.
"Uh… yeah. Hi. Nice to meet you."
Sarah stood slightly behind Ethan, professional and calm, hands folded in front of her. Robert took a seat near the corner, opening a folder.
Ethan moved to the head of the table—his seat now—and sat down.
Every executive's eyes remained on him.
He tried to sit straighter.
Robert slid a stack of documents toward him. "These are the final transfer papers. Once you sign, the company is officially yours."
Ethan picked up the pen.
It felt heavier than it should have.
His eyes scanned the papers—numbers, clauses, signatures, legal stuff he barely understood—but he trusted Robert.
He signed.
One page.
Then the next.
Then the last.
Robert nodded. "Congratulations. You're the official owner."
A small wave of applause filled the room. Professional, polite, reserved.
Ethan let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding.
He leaned back slightly and whispered to Sarah, "Holy crap… I actually did it."
She smiled softly. "You did."
Robert cleared his throat. "Alright. Since the ownership is settled, we can go over the current status of the company."
An older woman adjusted her glasses and spoke. "Our product lines are stable. We specialize in home appliances and personal vehicles—mostly motorbikes and compact tech. We maintain steady annual profits."
Ethan nodded slowly.
The man with glasses added, "We run clean numbers. It's not a giant corporation, but it's profitable and stable. And now… it's under your vision."
Ethan tapped his fingers on the table.
"Yeah, and since I was coming today, I brought a gift. It's a new model I created. Hope you guys like it," he said, pulling a small pendrive from his pocket. He handed it to the nearest member, who plugged it into the system.
A moment later, the entire 3D model of the Caliburn appeared on the big screen.
The room went silent.
"This… is the car you designed?" one man asked, shocked. The detailed rotating model showed every curve, every component, every futuristic feature. It wasn't just impressive—it looked like something from ten years in the future.
"Yep. I designed it," Ethan said with a relaxed smile.
"What is this 'crystal coat' feature?" one woman asked, pointing at the highlighted section on the screen.
"The crystal coat is a special surface layer," Ethan explained. "You can switch colors based on the driver's choice. Not mood—just selection. If you want full black today, you get it. If you want a metallic mix, you get that too. Custom designs, patterns, animated effects—whatever you pick."
The board members leaned forward, eyes wide.
One of the older executives spoke with excitement, "Mr. Cliff… honestly, I've been here since the previous owners ran the company, and I've never seen anything like this. This crystal coat alone could push our company straight into the top of the automobile industry."
Ethan nodded, pleased.
Meanwhile, on the side, Sarah and Robert exchanged quiet glances.
They both hid their shock well, but inside—they were floored.
This 'crystal coat' looked dangerously similar to cloaking tech S.H.I.E.L.D. had been researching for years—but this kid apparently built a functional version on his own.
When they failed to do so
And he hadn't even realized what he had created, If not he won't be using it just do the paint job.
Ethan clapped his hands once. "Alright. So when can it be ready for production?"
The room went silent.
Finally, one board member cleared his throat. "Sir… we'll start preparations immediately. Before this tech leaks, we need to get the patents filed first."
He handed Ethan a folder.
"Do it," Ethan said simply. Then he turned to Sarah. "Well, Sarah… time for you to show what you can do. Look over all the paperwork for me from now on."
Sarah nodded and stood up.
Within seconds, multiple business teams approached her with documents, charts, data sheets, and legal forms. Ethan watched them swarm her like hornets.
His head spun just looking at them.
He had dealt with this kind of stuff once before—when he'd been forced to sign school forms or deal with boring life tasks—but this was on a completely different level. Hundreds of pages, numbers, clauses, budgets…
After nearly three hours, everything was finally done.
And then everyone left one by one, leaving Ethan, Sarah and Robert inside.
Ethan slumped back into his chair and groaned.
"Fuck… I'm never going into that room again. I'll just give you the documents, and you hand them over. My head almost exploded from the business nonsense."
Sarah and Robert both smiled.
"That's exactly why you needed a secretary," Robert said. "Someone to keep you sane."
Ethan exhaled sharply. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Anyway—don't worry. I'm going to make a custom car for you. Just tell me your requirements."
Robert chuckled. "I'll tell you later."
Robert checked his watch, gathered the last of the documents, and stood up.
"Well then. All done. You're officially the owner now," he said with a satisfied nod. "Now, within the next 24 hours, you'll need to decide on the final company name. Just tell Sarah, and she'll handle the registration details."
Ethan waved a lazy hand. "Yeah, yeah. I'll think of something cool."
"By the way I am leaving in my own car, so you guys book an taxi, I have another important matter to handle" He said before leaving.
Ethan stretched, cracking his back. "Should've brought my car… whatever. Let's just grab a taxi."
Sarah nodded and picked up her bag. "I'll arrange one."
The two headed toward the elevator, Ethan already talking about pizza, naps, and maybe buying a gaming chair for his office.