Sirius Zero: Building A Corporate Kingdom After Being Expelled
Chapter 45: Neutralization, and Initiation

Chapter 45: Neutralization, and Initiation

"Mr. Zakhrov, you are here to answer questions regarding your plans to redevelop the St. Ignatius Academy district, and the allegations of gentrification and oppression of minority communities," said Senator Goldberg, as she sat down at the head of the long table in the senate hearing room.

Aaron pulled out his laptop and started typing away on it, completely ignoring her.

"Mr. Zakhrov, are you even listening to me?" shouted Monica.

Aaron continued typing, unfazed by her outburst. The doors to the hearing room opened, and Andre entered, followed by Natasha, Olga, and the six law-bunnies.

The sound of titanium stiletto high heels striking the tiled floor echoed through the room, as they walked in perfect unison.

"What is the meaning of this? Who are these people?" shouted Monica over the loud clip-clopping, as she glared at the newcomers.

"I am Mr. Zakhrov’s legal representative, and I will be handling your questions, Senator Goldberg," said Andre, as he sat down next to Aaron.

The law-bunnies took their seats, flanking the two men with three on each side, with Natasha and Olga being at the ends of the table.

"Mr. Zakhrov, you are not allowed to bring your own legal team to a senate hearing," shouted Monica, her face flushed with anger.

"Mr. Zakhrov is a private citizen, and at 18 years of age, is still entitled to have his parents or legal guardians present, and I am his legal guardian," shot back Andre.

"Mr. Zakhrov has been emancipated and is therefore a full legal adult! He can answer for himself!" snarled Monica.

"You’re wasting my client’s time and taxpayer money, Senator. Let’s get this hearing back on track," fenced back Andre.

"Mr. Zakhrov, you are accused of gentrification and oppression of minority communities. How do you respond to these allegations?" asked Monica, her voice dripping with disdain.

"My client has fairly compensated all members of the community for their property, and now has full legal ownership of the district," said Andre, as a law-bunny handed Monica a stack of papers.

"What in the world is this?" asked Monica, as she leafed through the papers.

An aide burst through the door, ran up to Monica, and whispered something in her ear.

"What do you mean the neighborhood has been sealed off?!" shouted Monica, her face going pale.

"As full legal owner of the district, Mr. Zakhrov has every right to develop it as he sees fit," said Andre, leaning back in his chair.

"You violated the cease-and-desist order!" screamed Monica.

"That order has now been nullified, since Mr. Zakhrov has been granted full legal ownership of the district," said Andre, as he handed Monica a copy of the land records and a signed court order nullifying the cease-and-desist.

"How dare you! You think you can swindle a vulnerable community out of their homes and then just waltz in here and act like you own the place? Arrest him!" screamed Monica.

"On what charges, Senator? My client paid fair and square for that criminal-infested dump! If its market value is in the crapper, then that’s your fault for not governing it properly," said Andre.

"All right! That’s enough! This hearing is adjourned!" said another senator, banging his gavel.

"But-" sputtered Monica.

"Adjourned, Senator Goldberg. You have no case here, and you know it," said the senator, as he stood up and left the room.

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The Streikkämpfer approached the tall and thick concrete walls that had been erected around the St. Ignatius Academy district.

The walls were topped with barbed wire, and the only entrance was a heavily fortified gate that was manned by armed guards.

The gate opened, and the Streikkämpfer drove through, its engine rumbling as it passed through the security checkpoint.

Aaron and Natasha stepped out of the car, and were greeted by Harry, who was waiting for them.

"Welcome back, boss. We’ve finished clearing out all the rubble," he said, showing Aaron the blueprints.

"Gothic style, excellent choice Harry. For a moment I was worried that you were going to go with some modernist monstrosity," said Aaron, as he looked over the blueprints.

"The old school’s Gothic style is what got me into civil engineering in the first place," said Harry, grinning.

"Good. Now, I want you to modify the plan and make this entire area the school. Include stables, and a figure skating rink," said Aaron, as he showed Harry what he was working on in the hearing room.

Harry let out a low whistle. "This is next-level stuff, boss. Pretty sure no other school in the country offers an equestrian program, or this level of security and tech," he said.

"Precisely, so take that into account when you start building," said Aaron.

"No problem, boss. We’ll have the foundations laid by the end of the week," said Harry.

"Great. I’ll be getting back to the compound. Excellent work, Harry," said Aaron, as he got back into the Streikkämpfer.

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Natasha’s phone buzzed as they drove back to the compound.

"Master Zakhrov, can you open the window? I want to get rid of this thing," she asked, showing Aaron the caller ID.

"So, you no longer want to deal with Monica?" asked Aaron, smirking as he rolled down the window.

"She can go to hell, I belong to you now, sir," said Natasha, tossing the phone out of the window.

They drove into the compound, and Aaron parked the Streikkämpfer outside the Temporary Office.

Natasha was about to get out, but Aaron seized her chin and pulled her close, kissing her deeply.

Natasha melted into the kiss, her hands finding their way to Aaron’s hair, as she kissed him back with equal fervor.

Aaron pulled back, and looked into her eyes.

"I’ve wanted to do that for a while now," he growled huskily.

Natasha blushed crimson. "Aren’t I too old for you, sir?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Like I care about that. You’re mine," growled Aaron, capturing her lips again.

The leather of her uniform squeaked and creaked against the leather of his business suit, as they kissed passionately.

"Master Zakhrov!" moaned Natasha, as Aaron bit into her neck, savoring the taste of her skin.

"Natasha, I want you to be my first," he said, his voice low and husky.

"Sir, I-I am a virgin too," she stammered, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"Then let’s change that," said Aaron, pulling down her pantyhose and sliding his hand under her skirt, caressing her bare thigh.

Natasha gasped, her breath hitching in her throat as Aaron’s fingers brushed against her sensitive skin.

"Sir, we can’t do this here," she protested weakly, but her body betrayed her, as she leaned into his touch, her breath coming in short gasps.

"I own you, and I own this place," growled Aaron, pulling her panties aside, while he freed his erection from his pants.

Natasha’s eyes widened in shock, but she didn’t resist as Aaron slowly thrust into her, the confines of the car making it an even more intimate experience.

She gasped, her body arching as she felt him fill her, her hands gripping him tightly as she surrendered to the pleasure.

Aaron picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent.

Natasha climaxed first, a guttural moan escaping her lips as she felt the waves of pleasure wash over her.

Aaron followed soon after, growling as he filled her with his seed, their bodies entwined on the plush leather seats of the Streikkämpfer.

He slowly disentangled himself from her, and pulled up her pantyhose, before helping her adjust her skirt.

"That was amazing, Natasha," he said, his voice low and husky.

Natasha blushed crimson, her eyes downcast. "Thank you, sir," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Round two at your apartment, come on," said Aaron, as he opened the door and stepped out of the car.

"Of course sir," said Natasha, leading the way to the employee dormitories.