Going Public

Business & Belmonte

graphic warning, smut scene! enjoy
hands on the phone!

NANAMI

With the summer coming to an end and the work-holiday season approaching, businesses were under more pressure to mix and mingle than usual. And only the most successful business dared to attend the final business convention of the summer season. I never liked to travel unnecessarily, but it would be stupid of me not to take advantage of the potential for building connections with only the most important in the field...and to scope out what the competition may have had up their sleeves for the upcoming season. Gojo was a people person, but even I enjoyed talking logic to those who listened. Of course, I didn't need to say much to impact this industry, which was one of the reasons I was not about to come to this convention in the first place. I'd be fine just building at home, the bustling city of New York. Wolf on Wall Street with the business to back me up as well. Nevertheless, Gojo pushed me in a recent conversation we had.

That insufferable brat.

"You need to get away from New York, Kento, seriously. It's making you more of a grouch than you already are.", he murmured. I heard the voice of a woman beside him, lightly stirring from her sleep. I told him not to call me if there was someone else that he was entertaining, but again, he's not keen on listening to anything I say unless we're talking money or his mentors. Satoru loves his mentees.

"I'm ignoring your insult because I may be inclined to go on the trip.", I started, clearing my throat as I walked into my master bathroom, Satoru, on speakerphone. "I know I've been a bit off, but I want to go because it will be beneficial to business, not my pleasure."

"You're such a grump. You'd think you were older than me by a year.", Gojo insulted, as he often did, jokingly. "Of course, it'll have some benefits, and it's a convention. Members of the best businesses, silent Wall Street investors, international money... it's a gold mine if you work it right." he grunted, moving from the bed and onto his feet, walking to who knows where in his condo.

"Maybe you should come here then. You seem to know what's best." Gojo scoffed as I adjusted my tie and put on my reflectors. "I will be there...a few days late, though. Valentina scheduled my meeting with the Karadi investors. They didn't have another meeting open until next year, and I need that 2.5 million to be secured by them, nobody else. So after I spanked Valentina for not making sure their meeting didn't interrupt anything, I realized that I'd be free to go the last two days."

"Do you have to slip in your sexual escapades whenever we talk Satoru?" I sighed as he snickered on the line. I could see the smirk adorning his face if I thought long enough. "I'd wish you slip in more of your escapades, Kento. But we both know that you've been too invested in making sure you surpass the Delgato Corp to worry about getting your dick wet. So how do you find any release?"

"If I go, I'm going here to build business relationships and establish more investors. I may have a drink, and I might not. I'm already doing a lot by traveling." And that was true. I had to ensure my affairs were in order, making sure Dani had my keys. Clearing schedules, reroute meetings that didn't have much importance, and for the rest, plan them out via Zoom or Skype. I didn't hate traveling...it was just so damn inconvenient. "Whatever you're going on this trip for, relax your face when a pretty girl comes around, would you? You look like a father more than her daddy. Let me know how the trip goes!"

"Goodbye, Satoru."

And so, that was how I ended up here. The driver let me out as I looked up at the Belmonte Hotel. An excellent place, separate from the convention center, not occupied by anyone working with a poor man's salary. I walked in, hotel staff taking out my luggage and taking them up to my room. Conciegere welcomed me, taking me up to my suite. I didn't spend much of the money I made; most of it was for upkeep, paying my workers, and then investing the rest. For this, though, well-paid people do not leave a stone unturned in keeping me comfortable. And I sure would hate for anything to be out of place or disoriented, but once I booked my stay, they knew to make it flawless.