So, This Is Fame

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"The Chief Executive Officer," Trent whispered to himself, repeating the words over and over again while staring at his reflection in the mirror. 'I am the fucking chief executive officer!' He screamed in his mind, widening his eyes, then he paused and corrected himself. 'I will be, at least.'

A buzzing sound drew his attention, and Trent had no option but to glance at his phone on the white desk before him. He squinted to take a look at the Caller ID, and it read Jessica. Trent rolled his eyes and looked up at his reflection again.

Jessica was his girlfriend—strange emphasis on the 'was', because their relationship wasn't completely over yet. She hadn't said the two final words; instead, she left him with insults and trolls.

Well, maybe he might deserve some of those insults. Trent thought about it as he adjusted his black suit to fit his body. Looking at his reflection endlessly, Trent wouldn't blame her for leaving him. There he was—a 25-year-old Caucasian male, a school dropout who still lived with his mother. He played video games 24/7 like a kid; the rest of his time, maybe tampering with a few websites and scamming people. All in all, Trent was somewhat proud to call himself a cyberjunkie.

How many people do you know are such good gamers, scammers, and also good at pulling women on social media? Well, Trent was good at all of them and some other things, in fact, but he preferred to stay at home and game all day. It's been his source of income, in some way. Through gaming tournaments and a successful scam, Trent could make thirty thousand dollars once in a while, only to spend it on legendary skins and camos, a new, latest, and improved HUD, or maybe get one whore on the street to hit for the night.

Well, that's how he met Jessica. 

Out of all the girls, he didn't just fall for Jessica because of her phat behind, but he felt like he needed to settle down with a girl and become emotionally attached, not just engage in prostitutional sex alone.

But it turned out, you can't take the whore out of a whore. She was very sweet, but Jessica had only agreed to date an unappealing beast like him because he was rich at the moment. And when his usual payout had run out, she put on her panties once more, only to be lowered by cash—no such thing as love.

Trent had started to ask himself if it was really because of money, or if it was his appearance. Surely, if he were a fit, handsome, six-feet-four man, Jessica would have second thoughts about leaving him and dropping insults while doing so.

'A fat-fuck she called me.'

Trent was not fat, but he was chubby—a full testimony to zero exercise and unhealthy eating habits. You can't blame him. One has to stare at the screen if he wants to be successful by the screen.

But one thing's for sure; he was definitely not attractive facially. He had rough brown hair that was long ago receding, and he would surely turn bald before thirty-five. The chubbiness was somewhat portrayed on his face with sunken eyes and thin lips—all thanks to his horrible genes. And Trent wasn't even sure if toothpaste worked anymore; his breath seemed immune to its actions.

His phone rang for the fifth time and Trent glared at it with disgust.

There she was, calling him again. Why? Because of money. He was rich now—or at least, he would be. But he was surely famous now, excessively famous. Worldwide famous, in fact. And now, she must be calling to reconcile since the words 'It's over' were never uttered.

'Lol,' Trent thought, running his fingers through his hair as he studied his blotched face once more.

It turned out that he had become successful by the screen. Trent was the mastermind behind the now-popular virtual reality game in the world—Paradox Unbound.

When he realized his plans and designs were coming together and that this could be a life-changing opportunity for him, Trent decided that he had to publish this game no matter what. He submitted his idea to the best virtual reality gaming company he had ever known—Vyle. And my God, were they shocked to see one of their top gamers at their doorstep.

Trent's idea was given some consideration, but after scrutinizing everything, Vyle was astonished and they immediately agreed that they would invest in it and create the video game.

But Trent, who believed that he needed to start a real life, wasn't going to just hand them his project like that, would he? And he wasn't dumb enough to tell them how he created a fictional world itself. The dark web was much more darker than you could think of, and only a few masterminds like him could create something unreal and make it real.

Vyle accepted his sponsorship offer and also agreed that he would be the rightful owner of everything concerning the game, as long as they had a share in it. 

'Of course, I'm not that greedy,' Trent thought.

A year and a half had gone by before the first test of the game, and it was wonderful! It was otherworldly! No one had ever seen such a realistic gaming interface before, and even the trailers were astonishing to the people. Vyle had already started making early tests available and would be out for sale once Trent signed their partnership.

Seven million gamers like him had already booked for early access, and imagine how much that would bring in?!

Trent was a rich man already, a rich man! No one would ever forget the name—Trent Docker. The mastermind behind Paradox Unbound! No one ever knew how he did it. Even the staggering billion dollar prizes that came as Paxcoin associated with serial winners while in the game...? No one knew how he got that money to be situated in the game.

Trent had no idea either. That's why he also planned to play his own game and win such an amount too. 

'I have no idea how that money got there,' Trent said to himself while licking his lips.

There was a knock on the exquisite brown door of the nice suite he was in. Funny enough, Trent was in the Vyle company right now, about to sign what would make him a millionaire and possibly a billionaire.

"Mr. Docker?" A female voice spoke from behind the door.

Mister? He had never been called Mister before. He preferred if he wasn't called Mister until he became rich, for certain reasons...

"A minute, please," he replied and glanced at his reflection again. 

Trent ignored the voice in his head that kept reminding him how unattractive he looked and how he had worn tight underwear and a vest to hide his chubbiness. He rubbed his palms and picked up his phone. Taking a look at it, there were a total of fourteen missed calls from Jessica. 

Trent nonchalantly swiped the screen and pocketed his phone.

'Let's get this fuckin' money!'