Yes! Finally Tycoon

Victória was still watching the two dresses floating in the holographic projection as if they were living art and in a way, they were.

But before she could sink into her own reflections, her communicator vibrated discreetly. She slid her finger over the digital ring on her wrist and a silent notification blinked:

[Call: Husband]

She closed her eyes for a second. Of course he would call now. The ice prince seemed to have a radar for her moments of peace.

"Accept. Sound only." she ordered.

Kael's voice appeared. "Vicky. I received your proposal for the symbolic signing of the fake project. I need to know... do you want to do this as our formal ambassador, or as my future wife?"

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. "You know, Kael, if you keep using the word 'future' like that, I'm going to start thinking about freezing the date."

He laughed softly. "Your presence here formalizes more than agreements. It prevents wars. And gives Tycoon the perfect excuse to shield sensitive information."

Victória stood from the chair and walked to the window of the presidential tower. The landscape was a sea of glass towers, where each building was a statement of economic supremacy. Outside, drones cleaned the facades with surgical precision, and cars traced smooth routes along the blue lines of suspended traffic.

"I will be in Cryon within two days." she said. "And I want the father-in-law to be present. If we're going to stage a lie... let it be an Oscar-worthy galactic performance."

"He's already been notified. He's curious about the dresses." Kael added with a mocking tone.

"Of course he is. After all, nothing is more dangerous than elegant women armed with cutting-edge technology."

Hours later, in the underground facilities of Tycoon, Nayara Klemens nervously walked through the white corridors of the biotechnology sector. She still couldn't believe that CEO Victória had asked to see her personally. A legend. A myth. A CEO with more followers than any contemporary religion.

"Miss Nayara, this way." said an assistant, opening the doors of the vertical elevator.

Upon entering, Nayara adjusted her lab coat, pulled the dress prototype from the security briefcase, and whispered to herself. "Don't faint. Don't stutter. And for the love of sacred circuits... don't spill coffee on anything."

When she reached the meeting room, Victória was already there, with a transparent tablet in her hands and a look that could melt diamonds.

"Miss Klemens." Victória began. "I believe you know what you created. But do you understand what that means?"

Nayara swallowed hard. "I... think so, ma'am. Living clothing. High fashion with medical function. A new segment."

Victória stood up and walked slowly toward her. Stopped a few centimeters away. "This is not just a new segment. It's a new industry. You just created the technological equivalent of penicillin in the form of a dress."

She took the prototype from Nayara's hands and ran her fingers over the shining fibers, which pulsed lightly on contact with her skin, as if recognizing their new owner.

"I will wear this one in Cryon. On stage. Before emperors." Victória said. "And when the cameras catch the reflection of this fabric in the arctic lights... the world will stop breathing."

Nayara's eyes widened. "That... that is an honor, ma'am. I… don't even know what to say."

"Then say 'yes' to the position of creative director of Tycoon Vogue."

Nayara blinked three times. Then collapsed in the nearest chair, in shock.

Victória only smiled.

The empire was in good hands.

On the other side of the planet, in Cryon, preparations were in full swing.

Soldiers in armor patrolled the snow-covered gardens of the imperial palace. Flags with the symbol of Diamante Tycoon and Fênix Solarius fluttered next to the coat of arms of the Ice Kingdom. And inside the throne room, Kael adjusted the ceremonial collar while talking to the Emperor of Cryon, César.

"Your new favorite arrives in two days."

César only laughed. "And brings with her the shadow of Tycoon. The whole world will be watching, waiting for some loophole to accuse corporate manipulation."

Kael replied with a cold smile. "Exactly. And we will give them such a perfect performance... that no one will know where the lie begins and the truth ends."

Emperor César leaned casually in his throne and looked at Kael with a gleam of amusement in his eyes.

"Funny... the boy who didn't like to be near his father," he murmured slowly, "now runs back home just because he heard that the beautiful girlfriend is coming to visit."

Kael sighed tiredly, closing his eyes as if wanting to freeze his own soul to avoid reacting.

"It's not that I don't like being near you..." he began diplomatically. "It's just that whenever I show up, you send me to work with Dionísio on the imperial reports, alliance campaigns, and international trade mappings."

"Hm." César raised an eyebrow. "And since when should the crown prince not participate in imperial administration?"

Kael grumbled and looked away.

César leaned slightly on the throne and pointed with his index finger. "You are no longer that little boy who used to follow behind your older brother's tails, Kael. You've grown. Now you live behind... different tails."

Kael coughed, choked on his own air.

"Father, please spare the future empress from these jokes." he murmured. "And treat her with elegance. I don't want Victória to be scared... especially when I'm trying to convince her to accept a marriage as soon as possible."

César exploded in a deep laugh, echoing like a charismatic avalanche through the palace corridors.

"Oh, so it's serious! My son wants to imprison himself voluntarily? Someone write that down in Cryon's eternal archives. The planet will stop spinning today."

At that moment, the light sound of footsteps echoed along the side of the hall.

The blue obsidian door opened with a soft hum, and Dionísio, the eldest son and direct heir of the empire, entered with his unshakable elegance. Tall, imposing, white-silver hair tied in a simple ponytail, wearing the ceremonial insignias of lord regent, he had the kind of aura that made oaths fall silent out of respect.

"Well, well..." he said with a sly smile. "The little boy is really eager to see himself trapped on the leash."

Kael didn't even look at his brother. "Good morning, Dionísio. Please continue. Your jokes are always so original... in 174 variations."

"But none as good as seeing you sigh like a teenager, knowing the CEO maiden is arriving." Dionísio retorted, adjusting the sleeves of the royal cloak with all the pose possible.

Kael just snorted, crossed his arms, and remained silent.

Dionísio, noticing, stopped the mockery. His expression softened a little.

"Now seriously... congratulations, brother." he said sincerely. "Securing 300 trillion dollars in external investment over ten years from the Asian continent is not something even the Council expected."

César raised an eyebrow slightly, visibly impressed.

Kael allowed himself to truly smile now. "Thank you. But congratulations to you too, brother... for having to deal with all the side effects of those same trillions. I only managed to convince the Asians to open the doors. You are the one who will have to deal with Cryon's companies spreading like frost in the tropics."

Dionísio let out a contained but amused laugh.

"Touche." he murmured. "I hope they at least included cultural neutrality clauses. I don't want to see our architects adapting ice palaces for tropical climates."

"They already are." Kael replied sarcastically. "They are calling it 'climate fusion architecture.' Tycoon is developing a pilot project in the Philippines."

César shook his head, laughing. "The world is becoming a big carnival of alliances and investments... and my children are turning Cryon's throne into a transcontinental business counter."

Kael and Dionísio exchanged looks, and in that look there was something older than sarcasm: mutual respect. Neither wanted the weight of the crown, but both held its base with firm hands. Because that's what true heirs did.

César then stood, the cloak flowing like an aurora borealis. "Very well. When Victória arrives, I want to welcome her with the best we have. And if she's wearing that so-called biotechnological dress..." he smiled with contained malice "...we will have to reinforce the visual containment protocol. I don't want soldiers fainting."

Kael covered his face with one hand.

"Father..."

"What?" César said with an open smile. "I'm just preparing the kingdom for your new empress. Who, by the way, is already in the spotlight of half the empires. With that charisma, beauty, political influence and... poisonous glamour?"

"Killer glamour." murmured Dionísio. "But effective."

Kael just stared at the two, defeated. "I can't believe I'm in the middle of two imperial sarcasm conspirators."

"Welcome to royalty." César said, opening his arms. "Where love, politics and jabs coexist in harmony."

A few hours later...

The Tycoon executive jet crossed the skies heading to the icy Cryon.

Inside the main cabin, Victória, impeccable even in flight, reviewed holographic documents while classical music adapted by AI filled the environment with artificial serenity. She wore a Tycoon Couture set of high thermal compression, with dark tones and iridescent silver details that reflected light like enchanted snow.

A soft beep sounded in the air, signaling the start of a holographic call with Luna, Lumine, and Nikoly.

The three appeared in translucent projections, with their personalized holographic backgrounds:

Luna in a purple robe and a juice in hand, relaxed on the suspended balcony of her mansion.

Lumine, already with an active holographic clipboard and the expression of someone solving four crises at once.

Nikoly, with huge glasses, hair tied messily, surrounded by code panels, miniature satellites spinning and a cat sleeping on her head.

"Ahh, the ice empress herself!" Luna greeted with a teasing little smile. "Ready to meet your snow prince again after... how many months exactly?"

Victória straightened up, trying to sound impassive.

"I'm excited, yes. But calm down, I'm going as ambassador. Diplomatic mission, nothing more. The focus is the project, investments and the intercontinental cooperation speech." she said with the seriousness of an intergalactic minister.

Nikoly didn't even blink before saying, in a low, mischievous voice. "Uh-huh. And also to snuggle with your fiancé on that imperial ice bed until the end of time, right?"

Luna almost spat out her juice.

Lumine covered her mouth with a discreet smile.

Victória froze for a second, eyes wide, before yelling. "I have no carnal tension, you technological nymphomaniac!"

Nikoly laughed, victorious. "Of course not. That's why I saw you looking at photos of Kael half-naked on your phone... at least a dozen times this month. Not to mention that day you zoomed in on his belly."

"IT WAS A TOUCH ERROR!" Victória protested, in a tone louder than acceptable for a lady on a diplomatic mission. "I was reviewing the...?"

"Yeah?" Luna laughed, lying on the floating hammock on the balcony. "Look, let's take it easy, okay? We shouldn't disturb the ice empress with carnal desires, especially coming from someone like you, Nikoly, who's been a virgin for twenty-five years."

Nikoly stopped. Snorted. Stared at nothing as if she could hack Luna's soul. "I'm a virgin by strategic choice, okay? I'm waiting for a being compatible with my processing level. And unlike some people, I don't need a man to warm my heart or my bed."

Lumine raised an eyebrow. "But you used a thermal blanket in three consecutive meetings last week."

Nikoly was silent for two dramatic seconds. "I withdraw my argument."

Luna laughed, tossing her hair aside from her eyes.

Victória, still red, sighed and took a sip of calming tea. "I should have gone quietly... no calls. No friends. No mockery. Just me, the biotechnological dress and my dignity flying to Cryon."

Lumine finally spoke, with an enigmatic smile. "You know we love you, right? But you're going to meet the only man who makes you turn off the executive protocol. This is not just diplomacy. It's... emotional phase transition."

"It's tense sex, that's what it is." Nikoly added, without remorse.

Victória raised a pillow and threw it at the hologram, forgetting for a second it would have no effect. "If I could punch you digitally, Nikoly, you'd have a bleeding nose right now."

"How romantic." Luna commented. "I see your reunion with Kael will be explosive. Ice with internal fire. Like a volcano in the Arctic."

Victória sighed and finally gave in. A shy smile appeared at the corner of her lips.

"Okay... maybe I'm a little anxious. But only because he will see me with the new dress." she murmured, lightly smoothing the fabric of the piece still folded beside her, inside the security box. "And because it's been a while since I felt... this. Expectation. Adrenaline."

Lumine smiled, softer now. "That's good. You're alive. And being loved. And flying by private jet to meet your future husband. If anyone's winning at life today, it's you."

Nikoly agreed, but couldn't resist. "Just don't forget the thermal condom. In Cryon, even orgasms can freeze."

"NIKOLY!"

Luna burst out laughing.

Lumine ended the call with an 'I have a meeting now' and vanished in digital smoke.

Nikoly just waved her tongue, making a little heart.

Victória ended the call, threw her head back in the armchair, and muttered to the ceiling. "Ladies of the high command... a blessing and a curse. But... they do me good."

Outside the jet window, the landscape began to change.

Ice-covered mountains.

Frozen lakes...

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