Narcissa shifted on Reinhardt's lap, her mind racing to keep up with the scale of his ambition. "So, what do these shares and mansions have to do with me being CEO?"
Reinhardt smirked, leaning in to whisper against her ear. "This is the part that will really shock you, Cissy. House Sylveron currently holds 200 shops scattered all around the world."
Narcissa's eyes nearly popped out of her head. "Two hundred?! Around the world?"
"See? I told you not to be shocked," Reinhardt chuckled, enjoying her reaction. "My plan is to consolidate all of them into a single, massive chain: The Sylverion Stores. But that's not all. I am currently merging the Cleansweep and Comet broom companies into one entity. And I have a third company in mind to bring into the fold—one that's already started research on a model that will make the Nimbus look like a twig."
Narcissa sat in stunned silence. To merge two of the biggest names in the broom industry while simultaneously launching a global retail empire... it was a plan that would make the Ministry of Magic look like a children's playgroup.
"A pretty good plan, right?" Reinhardt asked, his hand tracing the curve of her hip.
"It's... it's legendary, Rein," Narcissa breathed. She looked into his silver eyes, her expression turning serious. "But I want you to do me a favor. Actually, a condition for me working this hard for you."
"Oh? And what is that?"
Narcissa wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. "I want you to make both of my sisters, Andromeda and Bellatrix, your wives. And... I know there is one more woman in my family who would be very much to your liking. My niece, Nymphadora. I want you to take all three of them—my sisters and my niece—and make them yours. That is my condition."
Reinhardt didn't even blink. A smirk spread across his face as he thought of the legendary Black sisters and the metamorphmagus niece all under his roof.
"Sure then," Reinhardt replied smoothly. "If that's what it takes to keep my CEO happy, I'll gladly bring the rest of the Black women home."
System Notification
Mission Updated: The "Black Sister Collection" is officially active.
Empire Growth: Merging Cleansweep & Comet (Project: Supernova Brooms).
World Deviation: 22% (The Black family is being reunified under a single Lord).
[Darling,] the System whispered, [I've already started drafting the 'Vassal-Wife' contracts for Andromeda and Bellatrix. Also, Nymphadora's Metamorphmagus genes will be a fascinating addition to the Sylveron bloodline. Shall we start by 'visiting' Andromeda first?]
Narcissa, still resting comfortably on Reinhardt's lap with her arms draped around his neck, looked at him with a mix of curiosity and relief. "Since you've agreed, Darling, I should tell you what they bring to your empire. You know my skills, but my sisters are equally capable."
"Tell me," Reinhardt said, his hands resting on her waist. "What are their strengths?"
"Bellatrix," Narcissa began, "is surprisingly brilliant at finance and marketing. She has a way of seeing the flow of gold and knowing exactly how to sell an image. And Andromeda? She was always the best at PR and handling people. She can manage the most difficult personalities and keep the public in the palm of her hand."
Reinhardt smirked, his mind already organizing his future board of directors. "So, I've just secured myself a COO (Chief Operating Officer) and a CPO (Chief Public Relations Officer). My empire is practically building itself."
"If you put it that way, yes," Narcissa replied with a smile. "But how do you plan to find Bella? Not even the Ministry or the Dark Lord's remnants can track her."
"Finding her is simple," Reinhardt replied.
He closed his eyes for a brief moment. When he snapped them open, a cold, dark energy rippled through the room. "Arise," he commanded.
From the corners of the room, the shadows began to swirl and rise like ink in water. Dark, silent figures clad in obsidian armor—the Shadowkhans—emerged from the floor, their eyes glowing with a faint, ghostly light.
Narcissa gasped, her grip on Reinhardt tightening as she nearly fell back in surprise. "What... what are these?"
"Cissy, meet my Shadow Ninjas," Reinhardt said calmly. "They are the invisible blades of House Sylveron, responsible for protecting our people and gathering what I desire." He looked at the lead Shadowkhan and gave a sharp nod. "Find Bellatrix Black. Bring her to me. Unharmed."
The Shadowkhans bowed low in unison before melting back into the floorboards, disappearing as if they had never been there.
Narcissa let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. "When I saw them rise, I thought my heart was going to stop. I almost fell down, you know."
Reinhardt pulled her closer, his lips brushing against hers as he teased, "Fell down? Or just fell more in love with me?"
Narcissa's face turned a brilliant, heated red. She hid her face in his chest, her heart hammering against his. "You... you are a bully, Rein," she whispered, though she didn't pull away.
Status Update
The Hunt is On: Shadowkhans have been deployed to locate Bellatrix Black.
Corporate Structure: * CEO: Narcissa (Retail/Management)
COO (Planned): Bellatrix (Finance/Marketing)
CPO (Planned): Andromeda (Public Relations)
System Notification: [Darling, the Shadowkhans have picked up a magical trail in the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest. It seems Dumbledore's 'hiding spot' wasn't as secure as he thought.]