Sirius Zero: Building A Corporate Kingdom After Being Expelled
Chapter 36: The Aftermath

Chapter 36: The Aftermath

"Did you have to do that?" asked Andre, as Aaron emerged from the conference room, Natasha following him.

Aaron seized Andre by the collar, and dragged him back into the conference room.

Andre retched as he saw Mario’s decapitated body still tied to the chair, blood pooling around it.

Aaron pulled out a pocket knife, and carefully cut open Mario’s blood-soaked lab coat and shirt.

Natasha suppressed a shudder as the ripped shirt revealed a vest with a tangled mess of wires and chunky blocks of plastic explosives strapped to Mario’s chest.

"There is enough C4 here to level the entire conference room, Andre. The only reason it hasn’t gone off yet, is because I’ve got signal jammers and lead EM shielding in the room," said Aaron.

He turned to Natasha, "Can you disarm this?" he asked.

Natasha examined the vest, before shaking her head.

"No sir, this thing may look like a mess, but it is rigged to blow if you to tamper with it. The only way this is coming off is with a remote signal," she said.

Aaron turned to Andre, "You want to call the feds? Fine, but don’t you dare tell me that what I did wasn’t necessary!" he snarled, storming out of the conference room.

"Go take care of him, Natasha. I’ll take care of this mess," said Andre, his voice weary.

Natasha nodded, and followed Aaron out of the conference room.

----

"You sure move fast, sir," commented Natasha, seeing the new desk and terminal that had been set up for her in Aaron’s office.

"You can use the terminal to access any of the compound’s security cameras, and radio orders to the contracted guards," said Aaron, sitting down at his desk.

He pressed a button, and the door locked with a loud click.

He placed his head in his hands, and his shoulders slumped.

Natasha mentally kicked herself for letting herself get carried away by Aaron’s Stoic composure and brilliant competence.

She got up from her chair, and walked over to Aaron, gently pulling him into a warm embrace.

"Sir, you did the right thing. Even indebted to you, I would not have killed on your orders if I didn’t agree with them," she said softly, stroking his hair.

Aaron didn’t pull away, he just let her hold him, as he shed silent tears. After about a minute, he pulled away, and wiped his eyes.

"Thank you, Natasha. I knew I could count on you," he said, softly.

"It was my pleasure, Master Zakhrov," replied Natasha, heat suffusing her being.

Aaron straightened up and pulled his chair closer to his desk.

"I’m alright now, Natasha. You can now familiarize yourself with the security system, and then you can come up with a training plan and vetting parameters for the personnel you will be hiring," he said, his voice back to its usual cold and commanding tone.

"Yes sir," replied Natasha, sitting back down at her desk.

She logged into the terminal, and started going through the security camera feeds, familiarizing herself with the layout of the compound, and the locations of the cameras.

She had to admit that Aaron had done an excellent job of planning the security and surveillance systems, with overlapping fields of view, along with video, audio and infrared feeds.

After a few minutes of watching the security camera feeds, she finally remembered that she was still technically supposed to report back to Monica.

"Um sir, how do you want me to handle Monica Goldberg?" she asked Aaron.

"Share whatever you want with her at your discretion, just make sure you tell me what you have shared.

I want her to think that her pathetic attempt is working while being unaware that you belong to me now," said Aaron giving her a smile.

"Yes sir," she said fighting down a deep blush at Aaron’s statement that she belonged to him.

With a small shake of her head to clear her thoughts, she started drafting a training plan and vetting parameters for the security personnel she would be hiring.

----

It was with some reluctance that Natasha pulled off her uniform and changed back into the skirt-suit she had arrived in.

After spending almost the entire day in the sleek black leather uniform, she had grown to appreciate it and removing it now made her feel vulnerable and exposed.

She exited the employee dormitory, and walked the short distance to her car in the parking lot, even more painfully aware of the pinching of her synthetic leather pumps.

Her car looked a lot cleaner than when she had parked in the morning. "Don’t tell me he had somebody wash it?" she said to herself, unlocking the car and getting in.

"No way!" she exclaimed, smelling fresh car perfume and observing the freshly cleaned and conditioned dashboard and seats.

She turned the ignition, and the engine rumbled to life on the first crank, sounding a lot smoother and more powerful than the sputtering rattle she had gotten used to.

Cold air blasted through the A/C vents, making her yelp in surprise.

"New apartment, new uniform, and he gave my care a tune-up. Aaron sure knows how to win a girl’s heart," she chuckled, pulling out of the parking lot and driving back to her apartment.

----

"I’ve been assigned to the morning shift of watching the security camera feeds. Let me be blunt Senator, Sirius Software’s security system is better than some banks.

They’ve got overlapping fields of view, both regular video and infrared feeds, and automatic face tracking," reported Natasha over the phone.

"I want dirt, Natasha! I don’t care about you fangirling over that twerp’s security system!" snapped Monica.

"That twerp you mentioned, made me sign an NDA and contract that can get me fired and sued for more money than you’ve ever paid me if he even gets a whiff of what I’m telling you, so unless you’re willing to hire an army of expensive lawyers for me, I’m keeping my mouth shut. How’s that for dirt?" shot back Natasha.

"OK, that I might actually be able to use. Pretty sure it violates some labor laws. What else have you got?" asked Monica, her voice calmer.

"Well, he’s also got me in a skirt-suit and high heels. Not that I’m complaining since I’m just watching security feeds and drinking coffee," said Natasha, starting to enjoy the feeling of feeding Monica just enough information to keep her interested, but not enough to actually give her anything useful.

"Oh you poor dear! What a misogynistic beast!" said Monica dramatically before cackling:

"The feminists are going to have a field day with that! Alright, what else?"

"That’s it for now. I’ll let you know if I find anything else," said Natasha hanging up.

She picked up her Sirius Software issued phone, and texted Aaron the information she had shared with Monica, before she resumed packing her things to move into her new employee apartment.

Search the lightnovelworld.cc website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.