The nightclub lights danced with the rhythm of the music, beams of neon spinning like constellations pulsating to the deep bass that made the floor vibrate underfoot. The air was thick with expensive perfume, youthful energy, and veiled lust. The VIP room opened, and the four CEOs descended with their elegant steps toward the dance floor.
Luna, now free from emotional ties, burst into smiles beside Matthew, who held her hand as if she were the only star in the sky.
The electronic music rose with a vibrant beat, making the lights flash like passionate hearts.
Luna spun, golden hair dancing around her face, and pulled Matthew closer.
"You dance better than expected, ambassador," she teased, eyes shining under the strobe light.
Matthew laughed, slightly embarrassed but happy. His arms wrapped around her waist and the two lost themselves in the music, the night, and each other.
Luna pulled Matthew biting her lip, and soon the two were kissing in the middle of the floor—a hot, engaging kiss, the kind that would make headlines if there was a camera nearby.
Around them, some people stopped to watch. But no one dared to interrupt.
Victória, glass in hand, swayed her hips slightly to the music when a man approached with a rehearsed smile and CEO posture.
"You are even more stunning in person. May I have a dance, miss?"
She looked at him like someone analyzing a poorly written contract proposal and responded with a polite smile:
"You speak as if offering me a company merger. But... Tycoon does not do mergers."
The man laughed, trying to keep the charm, but stepped back when he saw Nikoly's sharp gaze, who appeared beside her with two fluorescent drinks in hand.
"Next," murmured Nikoly, pushing one of the drinks toward Victória. "I think you rejected the sixth one just today."
Victória raised her glass. "The night is just beginning."
Lumine, however, was having her own battle. Three men and two women had already tried to approach her.
"You look like a snow goddess," said a businessman in a shimmering suit.
"I am, but ice does not melt with cheap compliments," Lumine replied, not even looking at him.
A woman with short hair tried her luck boldly. "I heard you like control... how about letting me surprise you?"
Lumine just laughed softly, and as if invoking supreme rejection, turned to Nikoly and Victória. "I think the dance floor turned into a human bazaar of bad decisions."
Nikoly looked at the holographic clock on her wrist. "Shall we time who refuses the most invitations by the end of the night?"
"Challenge accepted," murmured Lumine, downing a shimmering blue shot at once.
Meanwhile, at the center of the floor, Luna and Matthew danced with closed eyes, as if in a parallel reality where the outside world didn't matter. Matthew, more relaxed than ever, kept his hands on Luna's waist, and she, smiling, with her face on his shoulder, murmured between laughs:
"This... is better than any shareholders' meeting."
"Even better than a diplomatic peace treaty," joked Matthew.
"Depends... that kind of peace can cause war," Luna replied with a mischievous look, kissing his chin.
The DJ switched the music to something more sensual, deeper, more danceable. The heat rose. The girls were radiant.
Victória, after rejecting three more suitors, turned to Nikoly. "It's impressive how the whole club thinks we're a menu."
Nikoly, grabbing another drink, laughed. "It's marketing's fault. After they nicknamed us 'The Tycoon Goddesses,' the whole world thinks we're accessible."
"We should send a notice: access denied."
Lumine approached, fixing her impeccable dress and sitting at the edge of the VIP couch. "You know what I think? Tycoon should open a branch called Unbreakable Barrier™, just to handle rejected date requests."
They all laughed.
And as the music went on and bodies danced under the frantic lights, the night seemed perfect.
Luna, lying on Matthew's chest after a sequence of intense songs, whispered, "Thank you for being here."
He kissed her forehead and replied, "I will always be."
The nightclub clock showed 5 AM when the four women left through the nightclub doors. The dawn breeze touched their faces heated by alcohol, the sound of music still vibrating in their ears.
Luna staggered with one heel in hand, the other barefoot on the smooth asphalt, laughing like a teenager. "I... hic... can still walk straight... I swear!" she declared, poetically stumbling over her own pride.
Victória, trying to look dignified with half-open eyes, leaned on Lumine, who was laughing with cold dignity while holding Nikoly, who was talking to a lamp post thinking it was the driver.
Matthew, sober as a wall of sanity, sighed fondly. He pressed a button on his wristwatch and, seconds later, a luxurious autonomous car slid up to them.
"Ladies, time to return to your respective mansions of wealth and global decisions."
Nikoly, still arguing with the post, turned around. "This... this one... offered me a merger of... concrete with my face."
Matthew laughed. "Robot driver, destination: each one's mansion. Carefully, they carry billions in ideas and zero motor coordination."
The robot replied in a soft voice. "Command recognized. Extra care activated. Alert: passengers visibly… elevated."
As the three entered the vehicle, staggering, Matthew turned to Luna, who was already leaning on the Bugatti like a drunken golden statue.
"Come, Your Hangover Highness. Time to return to the castle."
Without a second thought, he picked her up like a drunken princess, and Luna smiled broadly, hugging his neck.
"You carry me very well, Enchanted Ambassador..."
"I've had practice carrying heavy boxes of documents. You're more precious... and a little lighter."
Arriving at Matthew's mansion, he calmly climbed the stairs holding Luna, opened the bedroom door with his foot, and gently laid her on the bed.
But instead of letting her go, he lay down with her on top, cuddling his arms around the warm, sleeping body of the woman who now occupied his heart.
"Good night, my golden storm..." he whispered, kissing the top of her head, his whole body surrendering to rest.
The Next Day, noon, Luna slowly opened her eyes, the sun entering through glass windows with holographic curtains that followed the natural light. Still lying down, she noticed something firm and warm beneath her.
Matthew.
She was sprawled on top of him as if he were a flesh pillow, her hair tangled between his shoulder and neck. His breathing was calm, but his chest rose slightly.
Luna smiled. "How is it possible for someone to be so handsome even sleeping? This should be illegal..."
She leaned in and gave a tender peck on his lips, then carefully freed herself, slipping from his arms like a romantic ninja. She headed to the bathroom still yawning.
She stepped into the shower, turned on the hot water, and let the steam cover the bathroom.
Then a familiar voice echoed through the holographic mirror:
[ Official Tycoon System ]
[ Good morning, Luna ]
[ Today's login confirmed. ]
Special reward for login stability:
U$ 1,000,000,000.00 added to the personal account.
Project: Celestial Molecular Rejuvenation Shampoo.
ATTENTION: Full instructions sent.
Luna blinked. "Celestial shampoo...? Are you giving me hair products now?"
The system replied.
[ Yes. Based on your preferences and cosmetic purchase history. Project has over 90% efficacy in hair regeneration, accelerated growth, and photonic shine.]
Luna laughed in the shower. "Alright. Let the goddess hair come."
With a voice command, she activated the automatic send function.
"Send the project to Lumine and Tycoon development team. Classify as 'Galaxy Hair' line."
[ Successfully sent. Additional message to Lumine? ]
"Tell her it will be the most revolutionary shampoo in history. And that I will personally test it on Victória if she doesn't stop teasing me with Matthew."
[ Message added with threatening emojis. ]
Luna finished the shower, still smiling.
While drying her hair, she thought. "If even taking a shower now earns me billions..."
She put on a star-blue silk robe with hand-embroidered details and left the bathroom.
Matthew was still sleeping, now with a slight smile on his face.
Luna sat at the edge of the bed and watched him. "You have no idea how lucky you are..."
Matthew murmured sleepily. "Actually, I do..."
She widened her eyes. "You were awake this whole time?!"
"Maybe... since the peck."
Luna grabbed the pillow and lightly hit his head laughing. "Silent rascal."
"Bright queen."
They laughed together.
On the other side of the Phoenix Empire, far from the mansion, in the Tycoon Financial Complex, one of the five Diamond Towers pulsed with activity.
It was the imposing Development Tower, where engineers, scientists, biotechnologists, and modern alchemists worked side by side under architecture that seemed sculpted with light and glass. On the 73rd floor, a team received an urgent encrypted email.
The subject was simple: Galaxy Hair Project — Sent by Luna Malroth.
The chief scientist, Dr. Eron Vassari, a man with silver hair and a crooked smile, raised an eyebrow. "Shampoo? Sent directly by President Malroth?"
He opened the attachment and faced a surreal recipe.
Detailed instructions for a hair formula with regenerative properties, photonic shine, and quantum-level cellular action.
Eron turned to his team. "Guys... stop everything. We're testing this. NOW."
In less than two hours, the ingredients had been synthesized according to the formula. A volunteer, an intern suffering from premature baldness, applied the shampoo without knowing what to expect.
Five minutes later...
BOOM.
Not literally.
But the collective shock was so great it seemed the entire lab had exploded with screams.
"HE HAS HAIR!"
"OH MY GOD, THE SHINE!"
"IT... IT... REFLECTS THE SUN! LOOK AT THAT VOLUME!"
"YOU LOOK LIKE AN ELVEN GOD!"
"THIS IS... THIS IS THE FUTURE IN SHAMPOO FORM!"
Dr. Eron, his face completely lit by scientific euphoria, activated the holographic channel with Lumine.
In her office, the call went live immediately.
Eron's face appeared as red as Tycoon's profit graphs. "CEO Lumine! It's real. The shampoo Luna sent... is an aesthetic revolution. The effect is immediate, lasting, and honestly, unbelievable. It rejuvenates the scalp, regenerates cells, aligns the hair strand by molecular intelligence, and gives a shine that not even Photoshop achieves. I'm talking about NATURAL bioluminescent shine."
Lumine, listening calmly with an arched eyebrow, asked, "What is the production cost per unit?"
Eron took a deep breath, consulted the holographic tablet beside him, and replied, "The ingredients are natural and abundant on all continents. The only detail is that we will have to buy most from third parties, which removes our initial exclusivity. I estimate production cost per unit around 20 dollars."
Lumine smiled. "Excellent. Thank you, Dr. Vassari."
She hung up without another word and immediately summoned one of her many assistants, a young executive with red hair named Clara.
"Clara, call the Development and Marketing directors for an emergency meeting in twenty minutes."
"Yes, ma'am!"
While Clara sent the orders, Lumine was already preparing files with the Galaxy Hair presentation, Tycoon's first hair product line.
She murmured to herself, "The world isn't ready yet... but we are."
She then opened a private tab in the system and sent a direct message to Luna:
"Luna, your creation will be the new landmark in global aesthetics. Prepare for the storm."
On the other side, Luna replied with a simple:
"Good luck. But reserve me 10 boxes. Priority: personal."
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