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"Yes, sir, I am listening." The manager stopped talking and went silent.

"How much time do they have? In the contract?" Jack asked.

"It has a little more than two months," the manager replied, as he understood the new owner is a strict person.

"Alright, In these two months, if I get time, I'll come there. If not, I'll call you and ask you to come where I am. I'll compensate, of course," Jack said, then ended the phone call as he had reached an office near the building.

"Sir, this is the place where they take custom orders." Butler said he has taken Jack to an interior designer who specializes in office decor.

"Alright, let's go inside." Jack, nodding his head, came down from the car, and then he looked at the building. In front of him, it was a small building with only 12 floors.

"Sir, Come this way; the interior office is on the 4th floor. Butler gestured for Jack to come with him to the elevator.

Jack, nodding his head, followed the butler; he was mostly thinking about the island. He doesn't have money on him, and if Heinrich failed to provide the finance, that will be bad.

As soon as Jack and Butler came into the floor, they were greeted by the modern furnishings of the office.

"Well, they passed the vibe check; let's go inside and talk to the CEO," Jack said, and the butler followed along.

The main door of the office was automatic, so it was no problem for them to enter the door, and seeing the office, Jack was impressed; he directly went to the reception desk, which was in the middle of the office.

"I want my floor to be decorated. It's an emergency request, so where should I go?" Seeing Jack the receptionist blush hard, then nodding her head, she said, "Our managing director is in the office; I'll lead you to him."

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Jack nodded, then gestured to the butler to sit down. He went alone, following the receptionist.

The managing director was a young man almost the same age as Jack; he was shocked to see Jack entering the door with the receptionist as he was watching some movies.

The managing director stood up and shook hands with "Dhruv."

Jack," Jack "said this, sat down, and the receptionist was still standing behind Jack.

"Alright, Nisha you can leave us alone." The managing director gestured the receptionist to leave.

"Yes, sir." The receptionist, who was busy staring at Jack, suddenly felt reluctant to leave the room, but she did after waiting for 10 seconds.

"I am sorry, sir. So what can I do for you?" Dhruv asked, as he was eager to know if it's work related.

"I need you guys to decorate my office. I need several desks and chairs. You need to get in contact with this guy who is now setting up the floor with computers. I don't care how you do it; I need this ready by the day after tomorrow," Jack said while he grabbed a pen and a paper and wrote the address down and the contact number of the delivery man.

"Sir, it's not impossible, but we'll need to use a product we've already developed to save time. As for the cost, I can't provide an estimate while sitting here," the Managing Director explained. He was being truthful; it was impossible for him to commit to a task without fully understanding its details.

"Alright, here's my number. I don't care about the money, but seeing your integrity, I respect you," Jack said. "Call me when you have the details about the floors. I need the 52nd floor to be an office and the 53rd floor to be a home. Make it grand. As for the AC and fittings, estimate the cost and outsource the home interior work to someone else—I don't mind. You can take your time with the home interior, but the office must be ready by the day after tomorrow." He then called for the butler, who retrieved a briefcase from the car and came to deliver it to Jack.

Jack pushed the whole briefcase in front of Dhruv and said, "Here is your currency: 2 million INR. It's a deposit. Give a receipt or something."

Dhruv took the briefcase first, then counted the money, then gave a receipt of advance payment and called an officer.

"Alright, I'll see you then." Jack stood up and shook hands with Dhruv.

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As Jack was leaving the building, he saw Dhruv taking the officer into a car going towards his apartment.

"He'll do it," Jack said as he watched Dhruv just vanishing into the traffic of Mumbai. The level bubble on Dhruv was Level 31—Interior Designer.

"Young Master, Should I drive back to the hotel?" Butler suddenly asked after 5 minutes of driving.

"Where are you taking me?" Jack asked.

"Well, I thought you loved to drive around this Arabian Sea. That's why I was just taking you to Marine Drive and maybe some lighthearted snacks." Butler said.

"Alright, but don't put spice in my mouth again," Jack said, as he knew last time the butler was the one who gave him the spicy whatever that was.

"How about I treat you today? On my favorite dishes," Butler offered.

"Well, alright, but not a snack; let's go for dinner as it's already 7 in the evening," Jack said.

"Alright, let me take you to a place." Butler said then took Jack to a local restaurant named Kebab Korner.

As Jack went inside the restaurant, the atmosphere changed; as it was raining earlier, the wind seemed to be raging on.

Jack, seated inside the restaurant, suddenly got a *ding* in his head.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

As Butler was busy ordering the food, Jack opened the system panel because nobody can see it anyway.

[Time Remaining Till Doom: 29D.23HR.56M.54S.]

The huge timer was ticking; the notification was for reminding Jack about the doom that was supposed to come.

Jack dismissed the panel because he was trying his best here. As a person alone, he was trying his best.