Becoming A Tech Tycoon Begins With Regression novel Chapter 34

Chapter 34: Eyes On OmniTech

James Brock was your typical loan shark—well, as typical as a man who made a living off people’s blood and interests could be.

As the owner of Avance, he’d seen countless men grovel at his feet, their pride shattered and futures sold for scraps.

But today, the tables had turned. He was the one kneeling and trembling.

The man—no, monster—who now sat leisurely on James’ ornate leather chair dubbed his throne wasn’t someone new to him. After all, this wasn’t their first encounter.

The man didn’t look like much. Dressed in a simple black turtleneck and coat, the man sat with the lazy grace of someone who knew he owned the room. One leg crossed over the other and he definitely was younger than James.

But James knew exactly how dangerous he was, evident by the fact that James could hardly breathe in the man’s presence.

"Mr. Brock," the man said, calmly. "You didn’t honor our deal."

James tried to speak but only managed a dry croak.

"I thought you said Drake systems would be mine by the end of this week," the man continued, "but what is this I hear about it being acquired by another company?"

The final word dripped with disdain, as if it physically offended him to say it.

James swallowed hard, throat burning. "I—I tried b-but this OmniTech Corp came out of nowhere and paid all that Drake systems owed us."

"What did you just say?" The man’s eyes narrowed at James’ words.

"T-they p-paid everything that was owed to us?" James’ fear reached a whole new level after the man’s question.

Hearing his reply, the man narrowed his eyes at James, wondering if the man was just stupid or he had scared him too much.

With a sigh, he calmly asked again, "what did you say the company’s name was?"

James didn’t dare blink. His mouth quickly opened.

"O-OmniTech," he answered. "OmniTech Corp."

"OmniTech..." he said quietly, almost to himself. Then his lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. "Now that’s a name that has been annoyingly popping up a lot recently."

"M-Mr Nathaniel?" James called out nervously, he was on the verge of passing out, seeing how much darker Nathaniel’s expression had gotten.

He knew that disappointing Nathaniel Langley had already placed his life on a thread so if for whatever reason Nathaniel got angrier than he already was, then his death was confirmed.

"Don’t worry about it Brock," Nathaniel’s smile, instead of assuring James, just made him even more nervous, "let’s just focus on how disappointed in you I am right now."

Nathaniel’s tone was light, conversational even, but every word felt like a scalpel being dragged across James’ skin.

"I entrusted you with a very simple task," he continued, slowly rising from the throne-like chair. "A transaction, Mr. Brock. A task with three simple steps, pressure, leverage, and acquisition. The kind of thing you used to be good at."

He stepped closer, deliberately walking slowly to make James’ fear as high as possible.

"And yet," he went on, now just a few feet from James’ shaking form, "you let a startup walk in and snatch it out from under us.

Nathaniel crouched to James’ eye level, resting his forearm casually across his knee. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

"Now, how should I deal with you?"

"I’m sorry!" James blurted out, eyes wide and watery. "I’ll fix it! I’ll dig into them, I’ll find out who they are, and find a way to reacquire Drake systems—I swear!"

Nathaniel stared at him for a moment, long enough that James felt the air start to thin. Then, with a soft, almost mocking chuckle, Nathaniel stood again.

"You’ll do more than that, Mr. Brock. You’ll make yourself useful for once."

He slowly walked towards the floor to ceiling glass that acted as windows before he slowly turned back toward James, eyes gleaming with interest.

"If you disappoint me again, I’ll make you wish Irina had found you that night."

Sitting opposite him was an older man with grey hair. This was Nathaniel’s private investigator and fixer—Dmitri Volkov.

A man as quiet as he was dangerous. Former FSB, he now worked for the Langley family since the pay was tempting enough.

As long as something existed, Dmitri could find it, no matter how well hidden it was.

He lifted his gaze from the tablet in his hand, as he spoke in an accented tone. "Initial sweeps show nothing substantial. OmniTech Corp has no social media, no board announcements, no press releases, nothing."

Nathaniel exhaled slowly, flexing his gloved fingers. "And the Sentinel software?"

"Same results," Dmitri said.

A frown appeared on Nathaniel’s face as he said, "you know Dmitri, I’m really starting to doubt your skills."

Dmitri didn’t flinch at the veiled threat. Instead, he simply tapped the screen of the tablet in his hand and turned it toward Nathaniel, revealing a confidential email leak stamped with metadata from a small media company.

"I did say initial sweeps," Dmitri replied, his voice steady as he was used to Nathaniel’s attitude. "But if you allowed me five more seconds to speak, you’d see that i did more than initial sweeps."

Nathaniel leaned forward, scanning the screen. The headline read:

"Anonymous Tech Startup to Launch Revolutionary Cybersecurity Suite, Industry Experts on Edge."

"Codename Sentinel," Dmitri continued. "There were no marketing campaigns and absolutely no leaks from the developer side. But the media agencies OmniTech has contacted were given encrypted demos to help prepare their questions."

"A public release huh?" Nathaniel muttered before a grin graced his face, "well then, I guess it’s time we test the limits of Sentinel."

He then turned to Dmitri, "I want you to find the best hackers you can"

"And when you do," Nathaniel added, "I don’t want them to just crack Sentinel. I want them to rip it apart and I want them to do it on launch. Line by line, bit by bit. No matter how deep they buried their tracks, I want it all."