The room was dimly lit, the city skyline glowing faintly through the massive windows behind Marcus Voss as he sat across from Darren, nursing a glass of scotch. The tension between old power and new ambition filled the space like smoke.
Darren sat confidently, legs crossed, eyes unwavering.
"I know you own everything here," Darren said, his voice composed, yet cutting through the silence like a blade. "But I'm not here to play small. I want 60% of the shares in Elysium."
Marcus raised an eyebrow, lips twitching with something between disbelief and amusement. "Sixty percent? That's not a stake — that's a takeover."
"It's an investment," Darren replied smoothly, tapping a finger on the table. "You still get your 40%. You keep your name attached. But I'll bring in what this place needs — expansion, rebranding, vision. Within a year, we'll have Elysium branches in every major city. This won't just be a club — it'll be the throne of nightlife. You've built a kingdom. Let me help you build an empire."
Marcus leaned back, the scotch in his hand catching the light. "And the price?"
'£1.2 billion," Darren said without hesitation. "Cash transfer. Fully processed tonight. I've already reviewed the business structure, the licensing, and the existing debts. My legal team has the contracts ready."
The club owner went silent for a moment. His eyes, seasoned from decades in business, locked onto Darren's. "You really came prepared."
"I don't show up unless I'm ready to finish what I start," Darren replied calmly.
Marcus chuckled, then stood up and extended his hand. "Then it's done. You own 60%. Elysium is now under Kairos Holdings."
Darren stood as well and gripped his hand firmly.
Marcus nodded in approval. "Then let's announce it tonight. Come downstairs. Let them see the future of this place."
Scene shift: downstairs
The club's lights flared brighter as Marcus stepped onto the small elevated stage near the DJ booth, mic in hand.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he began, his voice rising above the music, "tonight, we welcome a new era."
He gestured to Darren, who stepped into the spotlight, calm and confident in a sleek black tailored suit.
"This man right here," Marcus continued, "is the future. As of tonight, I hand over the crown. The new majority owner of Elysium — Darren Kairos!"
The crowd erupted — cheers, gasps, and whispers.
Darren nodded once to the crowd. Silent. Regal. Dangerous.
In the shadows, the city's elite began whispering his name.