Chapter 56: Let The Work Begin.
That day had finally come to an end, and Kyle slept soundly through the night, as if he didn’t have a care in the world. He slept like a baby despite the unsettling nightmare he had experienced earlier in the day. The woman in his dream was a recurring figure, one he didn’t recognize, yet she lingered in his subconscious like a phantom. Kyle couldn’t recall ever meeting someone like her in his waking life, which made her persistent appearances all the more mysterious.
Morning came quickly, and Kyle had a lot on his plate. Determined to get a productive start, he rose early—5 a.m., to be exact—and began his day with a series of light stretches. Despite his considerable wealth and the ability to become one of the richest men alive, Kyle often pondered a sobering thought. Wouldn’t it be ironic if he died prematurely because he neglected his physical health? This awareness had become a motivator for him, pushing him to take his well-being more seriously.
Realizing the importance of long-term health, Kyle made a mental note to enroll in a gym soon. It was time to get the most out of his body, ensuring he could enjoy the fruits of his labor for as long as possible. After his stretches, Kyle reflected on the events of the previous day. Construction for his multipurpose nightclub was officially underway. Initially, he had considered hiring a construction supervisor, but since the project wasn’t starting from scratch, he decided against it. Instead, he entrusted Collins with the responsibility of bringing his vision to life.
Still, his thoughts weren’t solely focused on the nightclub. What occupied Kyle’s mind most that morning was Cassandra. With a deep breath, he began his daily hygiene routine, brushing his teeth, showering, and grooming himself meticulously. As he stood before the mirror, he couldn’t help but admire his reflection. Kyle had a brief "Homelander moment," marveling at his appearance. However, before his budding narcissism could fully manifest, he tore his eyes away from the mirror and refocused on the day ahead.
Picking up his phone, Kyle checked for any new messages, only to find his inbox dry—a surprising turn of events. He was particularly curious about Calista. She had informed him of her recent victory, but he hadn’t heard from her since then. While it was unusual, Kyle didn’t let it bother him too much. As long as her affection for him hadn’t waned, he wasn’t overly concerned about how she spent her free time.
"Lucas Rossini," Kyle muttered to himself as the name resurfaced in his memory. He wasn’t entirely sure why it stuck out, but curiosity compelled him to investigate further. What kind of man was Lucas, and did Kyle have any reason to worry about him? If Lucas had made a move on Calista, it was possible he had a pattern of pursuing women this way. While their encounter may have been consensual, Kyle couldn’t ignore the possibility that Lucas had used his influence to charm or pressure her. There was also the question of whether Lucas had attempted to get Calista replaced or if Distort, the company she worked for, had tipped him off about her being a priority hire.
Kyle opened his browser and performed a quick Google search on Lucas Rossini. Surprisingly, there wasn’t much information available. Just a handful of articles dated a few years back. For someone Calista had made out to be significant, Lucas was far from famous. Kyle hadn’t expected much, but he figured there would at least be more substance to uncover. "I see, so this is him," Kyle muttered under his breath, staring at a single image of Lucas attached to one of the articles. Lucas was undeniably attractive, but Kyle wasn’t fazed. After all, there were millions of attractive men in the world, but only a select few were millionaires.
Shaking off his thoughts, Kyle changed into a fresh outfit: a sleek black V-neck shirt paired with comfortable cargo trousers. Ready to face the day, he stepped out of his apartment and into the hallway, where he bumped into Mr. Jones. Jones, his ever-enthusiastic business partner, was oblivious to Kyle’s other projects—and Kyle preferred to keep it that way.
"Hello, Mr. Jones," Kyle greeted with a polite nod.
"If it isn’t my business partner Kyle!" Jones exclaimed with a wide grin.
"C’mon, don’t be weird about it," Kyle responded with an embarrassed smile, trying to downplay the moment.
"Oh, before I forget, can you send me a quote on how much you think you’d need to fix this place up? Don’t hold back," Kyle added quickly, wanting to get it out of the way.
Jones snapped into a mock-salute, playfully acknowledging the request. "Yes, sir!" he replied with a laugh.
Kyle chuckled. Jones had always been this way—lighthearted and impossibly optimistic. It baffled Kyle how someone could be so happy with so little, but he respected it. Some things in life were simply inexplicable, and this was one of them.
As they parted ways and walked toward their respective cars, Kyle noticed Aiysha peeking at them from her window. She had been home much more often lately, but Kyle hadn’t paid much attention to her until that drive to her workplace. In hindsight, getting that car had been the catalyst for the complicated situation he now found himself in. However, Kyle pretended not to notice her watching.
"You have a productive day now!" Jones called out cheerfully from his car.
"You too, Mr. Jones!" Kyle replied with equal enthusiasm.
Jones pulled out of the driveway first, followed shortly by Kyle. As he drove off, Kyle reflected on one of the building’s shortcomings: a lack of secure parking. He was mildly surprised no one had attempted to steal his car yet. Not that it mattered—if the worst happened, he could easily replace it.
Kyle’s next destination was the site where his nightclub would soon stand. Upon arriving, he was greeted by the sight of a full crew already hard at work. Materials were scattered around, and the atmosphere buzzed with energy. It was clear the team had started early—probably as early as 5 a.m. This diligence impressed Kyle and further solidified his trust in Collins.
All the workers were physically built, their muscular frames giving them the strength needed for the labor-intensive tasks at hand. Kyle watched them as they cleared out the space, admiring their efficiency.
"Hello, Kyle," Collins called out from behind him, startling him slightly. Kyle quickly turned around, taking a small step back to regain his composure.
"Collins, I see you’ve already started. I didn’t expect things to move so quickly," Kyle said, genuinely impressed by the progress.
"What can I say? When my employer tells me to get something done, I get it done," Collins replied with a reassuring smile.
Kyle noticed the crew was working on expanding the building to make better use of the available land. The original design hadn’t fully utilized the plot, leaving ample room for additional structures. It was clear that Ryder—or whoever had initially developed the property—hadn’t invested much in optimizing the space.
As Kyle watched his vision take shape, he couldn’t help but feel satisfied. James had once again proven his knack for finding reliable people.
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That day had finally come to an end, and Kyle slept soundly through the night, as if he didn’t have a care in the world. He slept like a baby despite the unsettling nightmare he had experienced earlier in the day. The woman in his dream was a recurring figure, one he didn’t recognize, yet she lingered in his subconscious like a phantom. Kyle couldn’t recall ever meeting someone like her in his waking life, which made her persistent appearances all the more mysterious.
Morning came quickly, and Kyle had a lot on his plate. Determined to get a productive start, he rose early—5 a.m., to be exact—and began his day with a series of light stretches. Despite his considerable wealth and the ability to become one of the richest men alive, Kyle often pondered a sobering thought. Wouldn’t it be ironic if he died prematurely because he neglected his physical health? This awareness had become a motivator for him, pushing him to take his well-being more seriously.
Realizing the importance of long-term health, Kyle made a mental note to enroll in a gym soon. It was time to get the most out of his body, ensuring he could enjoy the fruits of his labor for as long as possible. After his stretches, Kyle reflected on the events of the previous day. Construction for his multipurpose nightclub was officially underway. Initially, he had considered hiring a construction supervisor, but since the project wasn’t starting from scratch, he decided against it. Instead, he entrusted Collins with the responsibility of bringing his vision to life.
Still, his thoughts weren’t solely focused on the nightclub. What occupied Kyle’s mind most that morning was Cassandra. With a deep breath, he began his daily hygiene routine, brushing his teeth, showering, and grooming himself meticulously. As he stood before the mirror, he couldn’t help but admire his reflection. Kyle had a brief "Homelander moment," marveling at his appearance. However, before his budding narcissism could fully manifest, he tore his eyes away from the mirror and refocused on the day ahead.
Picking up his phone, Kyle checked for any new messages, only to find his inbox dry—a surprising turn of events. He was particularly curious about Calista. She had informed him of her recent victory, but he hadn’t heard from her since then. While it was unusual, Kyle didn’t let it bother him too much. As long as her affection for him hadn’t waned, he wasn’t overly concerned about how she spent her free time.
"Lucas Rossini," Kyle muttered to himself as the name resurfaced in his memory. He wasn’t entirely sure why it stuck out, but curiosity compelled him to investigate further. What kind of man was Lucas, and did Kyle have any reason to worry about him? If Lucas had made a move on Calista, it was possible he had a pattern of pursuing women this way. While their encounter may have been consensual, Kyle couldn’t ignore the possibility that Lucas had used his influence to charm or pressure her. There was also the question of whether Lucas had attempted to get Calista replaced or if Distort, the company she worked for, had tipped him off about her being a priority hire.
Kyle opened his browser and performed a quick Google search on Lucas Rossini. Surprisingly, there wasn’t much information available. Just a handful of articles dated a few years back. For someone Calista had made out to be significant, Lucas was far from famous. Kyle hadn’t expected much, but he figured there would at least be more substance to uncover. "I see, so this is him," Kyle muttered under his breath, staring at a single image of Lucas attached to one of the articles. Lucas was undeniably attractive, but Kyle wasn’t fazed. After all, there were millions of attractive men in the world, but only a select few were millionaires.
Shaking off his thoughts, Kyle changed into a fresh outfit: a sleek black V-neck shirt paired with comfortable cargo trousers. Ready to face the day, he stepped out of his apartment and into the hallway, where he bumped into Mr. Jones. Jones, his ever-enthusiastic business partner, was oblivious to Kyle’s other projects—and Kyle preferred to keep it that way.
"Hello, Mr. Jones," Kyle greeted with a polite nod.
"If it isn’t my business partner Kyle!" Jones exclaimed with a wide grin.
"C’mon, don’t be weird about it," Kyle responded with an embarrassed smile, trying to downplay the moment.
"Oh, before I forget, can you send me a quote on how much you think you’d need to fix this place up? Don’t hold back," Kyle added quickly, wanting to get it out of the way.
Jones snapped into a mock-salute, playfully acknowledging the request. "Yes, sir!" he replied with a laugh.
Kyle chuckled. Jones had always been this way—lighthearted and impossibly optimistic. It baffled Kyle how someone could be so happy with so little, but he respected it. Some things in life were simply inexplicable, and this was one of them.
As they parted ways and walked toward their respective cars, Kyle noticed Aiysha peeking at them from her window. She had been home much more often lately, but Kyle hadn’t paid much attention to her until that drive to her workplace. In hindsight, getting that car had been the catalyst for the complicated situation he now found himself in. However, Kyle pretended not to notice her watching.
"You have a productive day now!" Jones called out cheerfully from his car.
"You too, Mr. Jones!" Kyle replied with equal enthusiasm.
Jones pulled out of the driveway first, followed shortly by Kyle. As he drove off, Kyle reflected on one of the building’s shortcomings: a lack of secure parking. He was mildly surprised no one had attempted to steal his car yet. Not that it mattered—if the worst happened, he could easily replace it.
Kyle’s next destination was the site where his nightclub would soon stand. Upon arriving, he was greeted by the sight of a full crew already hard at work. Materials were scattered around, and the atmosphere buzzed with energy. It was clear the team had started early—probably as early as 5 a.m. This diligence impressed Kyle and further solidified his trust in Collins.
All the workers were physically built, their muscular frames giving them the strength needed for the labor-intensive tasks at hand. Kyle watched them as they cleared out the space, admiring their efficiency.
"Hello, Kyle," Collins called out from behind him, startling him slightly. Kyle quickly turned around, taking a small step back to regain his composure.
"Collins, I see you’ve already started. I didn’t expect things to move so quickly," Kyle said, genuinely impressed by the progress.
"What can I say? When my employer tells me to get something done, I get it done," Collins replied with a reassuring smile.
Kyle noticed the crew was working on expanding the building to make better use of the available land. The original design hadn’t fully utilized the plot, leaving ample room for additional structures. It was clear that Ryder—or whoever had initially developed the property—hadn’t invested much in optimizing the space.
As Kyle watched his vision take shape, he couldn’t help but feel satisfied. James had once again proven his knack for finding reliable people.
