Fallen households

In Blue Planet, they are called the fallen households. Most of these fallen households are not natural. Numerous of them are carefully planned by serious competitors. The Aurora household was a victim of such a planned elimination. Elaine's father will face such music from Senator Aflac, but only time will tell if he survives the blatant attack from all sides.

"...you will pay a visit to Saphila. There is something interesting going on there. Their new owner is having a showdown with the corrupt official and business tyrant. Yet, a few of the mysterious owner's enemies had seen the mysterious one. She acts as a hidden guardian for Saphila. Try to find her and try to befriend her. I have an urge that such a leader will be a great ally for Phantom.

There won't be a time limit for this task. With the speculated news, finding the leader is no different from finding a needle lost in hays. Or a drop of water that fell in the open sea. Do not focus manpower on seeking out a ghost. Let fate play its part. Focus your energy on their businesses. I see it blooming in the near future.

Let's have a tad bite of such juicy pie."

"Your wish is my command, my lady. I will leave at the cock crows tomorrow."

Though she would love to see the new boy awake, the mission of her lady triumphs over anything. After all, she could easily invite the pretty boy over to Saphila. Or fly over to see him and the rest of the girls.

She picked up her tablet and started to learn more about Saphila. The more she browses, the more she loves the region. She was pretty shocked by the visionary eyes of her lady. A bit of news from the territory, and she could predict the territory path for up to five years. Such excellent prediction skills are rare among leaders.

Now, she is interested in this new journey. Over all, she is interested in the young but mysterious leader. Who is he or her?

The girls with Joyce stayed all through the day, chatting among themselves. Most of the activities in their territory are repeated. She has successfully employed a human robot to handle such repeated jobs. She won't move further in her territory upgrade, or the eyes of Leah's family will be attracted to her tiny territory.

They will claim everything and might find those resources she has been covering up. Yet she won't fight a losing war because the Leah are strong. If there is no hope of keeping such territory, she will milk a lot of the resources which she is already doing and move to another region.

She won't be a daredevil like the mysterious leader of the Saphila south region, who brought partially uncharted territory and lucked out. Neither will she purchase stagnant territory that has been milked dry. She might seek to attach herself to existing territories.

Saphila had topped her chart, but she will also seek other territories. Placing her eggs in one basket was never her trait. She turned to face one of her maidens.

Cheyenne Dixie, the eighth maiden, is known as the task master. A beauty with the shape of a yoga instructor who is a rare find in the gym. She takes care of her body, but not to the level of obsessive-compulsive disorder (O.C.D.), where she will literary drag with the opposite sex, whose muscle is the sturdiest.

She loves and enjoys the gym, but only if such a gym will keep her body in shape like those ballet dancers. You can imagine how flexible such a yoga body shape looks when combined with social butterfly traits. One can understand why the jobs in which she is involved always have a minimum of 35% profit because men decided to be stupid in love, yet the mystery of convincing the same sex to gain a higher profit in the business can't be understood.

You think the figure is small. A guarantee of a 35% minimum increase in profit... That should be the child of luck goddess. One percent increase in the huge sale will net you a red envelope and bonuses in any business empire. 35% increase in sales will see those bosses introduce their daughters or sons to you. It will be fierce who gets to be your in-laws. Having you is equal to keeping a 35% increase in all sales.

Then, if you fluctuate up and never below in sales profits, there will be legions of bosses lining up to kidnap you, and at the same time, give the kidnappers strict warning to handle you with the greatest utmost care.

No sane person will want to be on your bad side. Yet, this gem hasn't been sounded out. Joyce really played well here. Protecting and shielding such an obvious national treasure will not be easy. Although most of her success lies in the fact that Cheyenne is loyal.

"Cheyenne, how is the mining going? Are there hiccups along the lines?" Joyce asked the pretty youth who was lost in surfing the net.

Absentmindedly, she replied to her lady, "The mine is good. The uncertain factors or those who want to play the betrayal cards are long turn to skeletons."

"We are witnessing a 53% rise in profit margins and an expectation to max out at 58.7% at the end of this week." She was honestly replying to Joyce, while Joyce could not get a hold of herself when she heard the quoted profit percent.

Let's do the math here. An increase of over fifty percent in profit margins indicates a fifty percent rise in the number of such rare resources supplied. It will be to the tune of millions of tons worth of such rare goods.

Converting it to Blue Star planet currency, she easily earns billions of blue currency, and such currency is lying in wait in one of her offshore accounts. Waiting to get injected into a single territory. The meteoric rise of her future territory will only be seen in a movie. Atlas! Someone might beat her to it. She would be considered to be pirating such a move.

"Good, keep up the good work. Our territory reach for greatness will be laid on your shoulders."

"I guess it is time to return. The boy won't wake today. We can always hang around since the territory is becoming boring day by day and there is no new stuff to keep us occupied. Anabel, you will continue with your nanny role. The rest of you girls are free to do whatever you fancy. I am retiring to the mansion for a good night's rest."

Having said her piece of mind, Joyce left with some girls to her mansion. While the rest were off to catch some nights' fun.

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Human Alliance capital.

Senator Aflac could be seen seated and deeply in conversation with a female country president. She is the chief schemer behind the conflict that will face the Hattie state. It also seems like Senator Aflac is her subordinate.

"How is it? You promised me I would have that region within three months." A cold-faced woman in her mid-third century calmly said this to Senator Aflac. One can feel from a distance the anger laid in those words.

Senator Aflac knew he had to come up with a life-saving excuse or he would be in for a mess of trouble.

"My lady, I tried...almost succeeded, but it seemed the age-long method of swallowing the weak has been ratted out. The dog, Grayson, refused any offer. His daughter, too, might have been shipped far away. A forced marriage can't be carried out, and we can't initiate territory conquest as per the new law that was broadcast by our supreme overlord. Bless his name." Senator Aflac tried to shift all blame to Governor Grayson, but it looked like it was not working on the female president.