Continuing to play my part, I stood in place for a second, swaying side to side as if contemplating my next move before giving a couple of nods to Jennifer and hopping up into the chair, which she then gently pushed forward so I would have a spot at the table.
"This is preposterous; you are overstepping your bounds, Miss Rowing; not only have you forced us all to gather for this meeting, but you also brought a what, four, maybe five-year-old along with you." One of the four people with no name stated in a hoarse voice.
With the level of anger in his voice, I half expected him to begin pounding the table with his fists to add dramatic effect; unfortunately, as comical as that would be, he didn’t.
"I agree with Chairman Langston; it’s quite counterintuitive to drag us all away from our busy work…
"Ok, enough of that…." Holding up a hand, I cut off another one of the unknown four…well, three now, a man looking to be in his 60s with such a high receding hairline that it looked like he had a seven-head instead of a forehead.
"Simon Says, look at me," tilting my head back enough to remove the shadow from my hood and reveal my eyes, I drew in everyone’s attention by suddenly speaking.
"The AUDACITY OF..
’Psy-Kinesis,’ circulating my PC at full power, I activated my Talent. In an instant, I felt my Particle Count dwindling like water surging out of a burst dam and understood this wouldn’t be feasible for long; thus, I swiftly dumped all four of the remaining six potions I had in my inventory into my stomach while watching the eyes of all nine people gloss over and glow with icy blue light.
’Damn it, this is going to be harder than I thought, ok, here we go. Coersion!’ Preparing myself mentally and overdrafting my Particle Count to 300, which was beyond my limit since fine cracks began appearing on my skin, I uttered the only command I’d be able to use for the time being.
’You will treat me with the respect afforded to a famous and high-earning author, you will listen to the contents of Jennifer Rowings’ confession, and you will accept the changes in the contracts and official paperwork that will be handed to you. You will make all of the necessary changes and handovers that are required to smoothly carry out the transition listed in the documents you are each receiving.’
Sixty-nine *UNINTENTIONAL NICE* words, it was by far one of the longest command prompts I had executed in the past, and even entered the top 10 of my all-time uses in the Origin Timeline; worse yet, it was done on nine people at once.
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By the time I finished the final word, I was not only dizzy, but I could even feel a trickle of liquid running down my eyes and nose, no doubt blood, but I didn’t allow it to bother me in the least.
Taking several sharp breaths, I rapidly chugged down a bottle of Particle Water from the caverns, and only after the conversation between Jennifer and the Staff began once again did I finally feel a little better.
Glancing over at my floating Display panel, I noticed I had burned an astronomical amount of PC, 283 points, to be precise. If it weren’t for the particle water entering my system, It would be a while before I could recover from such use.
Sitting in my chair, although still not in my best shape, I continued feeding prompts to Jennifer as she broke down in tears, explaining the cover story I had come up with.
If not for my Coersion affecting these people, her story of me being the true author and how she had plagiarized my work would have been a HARD sell to the group of fogeys, luckily I had enough foresight and, well, Particle Potions, to compensate for their negative reactions, as such, the initial part of the meeting went rather smoothly.
The most interesting thing that happened, however, was how drastically the look in the higher-ups’ eyes changed from discontent and anger at me being present to something akin to adoration and scarily enough hunger.
I could tell they were smelling the potential dollar signs I’d bring in, especially if they marketed the Henry Potter book as one written by a young author; however, that idea was something that was immediately shot down.
The documents that were handed to all nine of the higher-ups dictated roughly how things would transpire pertaining to my identity. From my Penname to how I would be paid, all the way down to my being a ghost author.
Odds were, the only one who would ever be able to contact me was the agent who doubled as an editor and used to be in charge of Jennifer but now was transferred to me.
After all of that was cleared up, it was now my time to shine. The legal team went ahead and read through all the contractual agreements I had come up with and had several questions for Jennifer, which I answered using her as a proxy, and then came the true meat and potatoes.
"I would like to hand over the conversation to my student now. Before you object, I would like you not to view him as a young child still wet behind the ears, but instead, as a highly intelligent young man, as I can assure you, within a few minutes of speaking with him, you will no longer observe him as an immature brat, but instead an intellectual scholar." Steepling her fingers, Jennifer stated while looking from me to the Higher-ups.
"Um…Teacher, there is no need to flatter me so much…" Speaking up with my childish voice, I nearly couldn’t hide my twisted smile as I sat up straight and addressed the members of the upper management.
"Thank you again for hearing us out; I know what Teacher Jenny did was wrong, but I understand her reasoning behind it. Speaking frankly, it made sense from a logical standpoint; after all, I am but a five-year-old child with a 223-point IQ Score."