The Earth After Rebirth

Kiana nodded, "Alright, they will be there today at the earliest, tomorrow morning at the latest. Please take a look at the papers and sign them when done, I'll just be out there."

They looked at the lengthy contract. Listed everything a helper should and shouldn't do. Where to get in touch if there was a problem.

Kiro didn't feel good about this, it seemed like modern slavery on a silver platter. It felt like they were buying these people, and should call for a new one if they're defective.

He shuddered at the analogy his brain jumped to. But he still read everything, contracts were legally binding and they took them very serious in this world.

"Dad, a house maid is typically paid around 6k creds, a butler around 8k. What should we do?"

Sekani thought for a moment, he knew a chunk of that money will go to the agency. They'd have to buy their own groceries and clothing, only thing they won't worry about was rent.

"How about we raise each salary by 2k? That should be an at least for them."

Kiro nodded in agreement, "by the way, dad, I'm thinking of transferring the company's captial—"

"Son, I wouldn't ask that much of you." He cut him off.

"Dad, listen, this is a family company, that means it's mine too, and it'll also be your grandchildren's. I'm not just helping you out, I'm helping the Waynworth family as a whole, throughout different future generations."

"I didn't think about it like that—"

"Think about it. Grandpa would be so proud. By the way dad, what did grandpa mean when he said the Waynworth name used to be prominent?" He asked remembering what the game forced into his memories.

Sekani looked at him with wonder, he didn't know that his son would still remember his father. He disappeared when he was still very young, but the two were really close to each other. So he thought the bond between them was just that much stronger.

"Your grandpa was full of stories Ki, but even I don't know anything about that. You're sure you remember correctly?" He asked his son, unsure of what to make of this.

"Maybe I don't. I don't know. Nevermind." He couldn't say for sure, since the memory was rekindled by the game.

They walked out of the boardroom, having signed and filled out the form. They left it with Kiana who thanked them profusely after seeing how much they were willing to pay.

The interviews had taken the whole day, the sky was a bit grey. It looked like it would pour that night. When they walked out they were he greeted by the driver who drove them here.

"You're still here? I thought that's not how the company works?" Kiro asked astounded. They'd planned to eat first and then call for another driver.

"Haha, it's not. I asked the lady how long it would take for yall to finish in there and she gave me an estimate. I did my rounds and came back just in the nick of time." He was more talkative than in the morning.

"Oh, why?" Kiro's wary nature kicked in.

"To be honest? I've never been treated with the respect you two gave me. I wanted to experience that again, you truly made my day."

Both understood the guy. They were experienced on being treated as rats all their lives. They knew exactly how bad it can mess you up mentally, they couldn't imagine what it was like for drivers like them.

Working at the upper district, constantly having to drive ungrateful rich people around. Constantly surrounded by things they could only afford in their dreams.

"What's your name?" Kiro asked him.

"Raul Menes." He grinned wider as nobody cared enough to ask for his name before.

"Nice to meet you Raul, please take us to a restaurant we could eat at!"

"Right away!"

He drove them to a seafood restaurant. Kiro wasn't a fan of seafood but he didn't complain. They invited Raul to the table with them, he refused at first but they managed to convince him.

He'd been waiting for them for a really long time, this was the least they could do, to say thank you to the kind stranger.

He ate to his hearts content as they told him to. Kiro took out his phone, he had put it on silent since they were busy.

And he had a mountain of notifications. They were from different people and different apps. But that's not what he wanted, he still had 400 million game coins left. So he converted 200 million, and wired the money to Waynworth Enterprise.

His father saw it immediately and smiled at him nodding in appreciation. He was shocked but didn't show it. He had put 10 billion in the company's account, that was more than he needed but he'd put it to good use nonetheless.

Raul drove them to the house and refused payment but they insisted. He left right after and they were home at last, Kiro felt beat. He wasn't sure about the party the next day.

They were greeted by the helpers, they arrived here 2 hours before they did. Apparently the agency didn't want to make people who were willing to pay wait and they had already settled into their units.

"Hi, I'm Lillian Jackson." The granddaughter introduced herself. She was extremely cute and bit on the tomboyish side.

She extended her hand to Kiro, "you can call me LJ!"

Her grandpa squeezed the bridge of his nose and sighed. His granddaughter always had this kind of a bubbly personality which was part of the reason why most rich people dismissed him from his post.

Kiro smiled, "Hello LJ. I'm Kiro, nice to have you in our home, please take care of us."

Wilfred didn't expect everyone in this family to be so unbothered by her rowdiness. But he was glad nonetheless as this meant he wouldn't be dismissed.

"Master Ki—"

"No, no, no, absolutely not." The only person he'd allow to call him master was Hubris, only because it was in-game. It was cringe to him otherwise.

"Please Wilfred, use my name, if that's too much, Sir Kiro, Mister Kiro will suffice." He didn't wait for him to answer and went straight to bed.