I sat outside my home, the glass sliding doors were fully open allowing the ocean air to flow into the living room while cooling me as I had spent the better part of the afternoon at Taz's at the heavy bag.
Sitting on the back patio of my house was something that was currently helping me to change my focus to the laptop in front of me while working on assessing Winters Group for the past three years.
I may not have terribly liked being around my father for the last three-ish years of his life but the man had accomplished a lot in his life. However I saw all the mistakes, all the time he spent away from his family. I never wanted that. Ten years from now when I had my own they would get to see me, but until then I was going to plan to become the most successful member of my family in the past century.
There was too much in my life to not make me become this motivated. I had been forced to be the best at all times, and when the best is expected the best is created, or those that try fall.
People are lied to when they are told they can achieve whatever they want. You have to be willing to make sacrifices, and not easy ones. My grandpa spent nearly three hundred million dollars on a lifestyle that the Winters Family could have. But that was what is called third generation wealth my father was going to have to learn to fight for what he wanted and he did he founded Winters Enterprises at twenty.
At the time the world had some major tech companies and decades old company's that were in major industry leading the world. None of them wanted to be bested by the son of a fashion empire that had fallen a few years prior. He took it as their mistake for misjudging him.
Alexander Winter made the largest modern company that the world had ever seen. At his death of forty he had built a multi trillion dollar empire that gave him one hundred ten billion dollars that made him the wealthiest person at the time.
That was something I wasn't easily going to match, but I wasn't a quiter. Never had been never will be. My father had a trillion dollar legacy so when people told me that I wasn't ever going to be able to meet that same level. They were going to be shocked when Winters Group International became the largest MNE on the planet.
My whole family had been doubted since the start of time. Henry Winters was a steel industrialist that made most of his money through helping the Allies make weaponry at the age of seventeen. by the end of the war he met my greatgrandmother and in order to escape war money, they expanded her clothing business and made L&W Clothing.
The world thought the Winters Family would fall at every major stage now it was all over. The name Winters was now thought of a name with power because now there was a mystery to the building being made in the Financial District. I refused to be photographed, and when I was it was by one of my many expensive cars at a prestigious event.
And they all thought my father would fail, and he pushed me to never fail.
Getting to the fifteenth graph that night I began taking down notes, before getting bored and opening the program for the security system I used on my computer, one that I had designed early October when my phone was hacked and I turned it on which overwhelmed the Trojan Horse virus.
Nico had helped me find the original code but from there I had rewritten everything including altering that so there was no way for anyone else besides me and a small handful of other engineers that could get through the system walls, but we all had codes that had to be used together or in my case one since I wrote down them all.
After adding another firewall had been coded in, I turned on the code link, and within second the entire enscripted casing of that firewall was wrapped in lines of numbers that were changing every two hundred milliseconds at complete random. I had called it the DNA casing.
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The Billionaire Darkness
Teen Fiction{Book #0.5 of The Winters Series} Adrian Leo Winters was many things, the heir to his parents multi trillion dollar empire, the son of the renowned Alexander Winters, but underneath he was cold, and sad, broken from years of being away from his sist...