North America / New York (Manhattan): January 19th, 1993.
In the bustling historic city of london that never sleeps, the pedestrians were going about their day to day lives with smiles on their faces at beauty of the city, but also sad looks on their faces at the horror of it whether it be financially, emotionally or physically, yet if you were to look closely at a huge company, Inside that huge company you can see the angry look on the face of a handsome old man who happens to be alfred samwell.
(Alfred's POV)
*BAM* *BAM* *BAM* *BAM* *BAM* *BAM*
"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUUUUUCK." Said alfred screaming while banging both of his fists onto his desk hardly as veins started appearing on his old forehead from what he had just witnessed transpiring on his computer.
Alfred took a deep breath to calm himself as he rubbed his forehead with his left hand and thought "Shit, now what am I supposed to do now, this wasn't within my calculations, how the hell did they find out, what the hell are these agents doing, are they stupid or something, I clearly stated to be discreet, walking around their fucking lawn isn't what discrete means, fuck."
Alfred sighed and slid the office phone in front of him and dialed a number while thinking with a angry look on his face "You better pick up or I'll end this entire generation of your family"
"Sir." Said the suspicious man's emotionless voice from the phone.
Alfred's eyebrows creased with anger and said a snort as he tapped his fingers on his desk "Why is wilson dead, try too help me understand how one of my, alfred samwell's agents gets hit by a car and discovered by old women and almost killed. Your Incompetence is truly just as amazing as my mother's tits was when I was a boy."
"Sir, that is wilson's own fault, neither mines nor yours, he was sloppy and he payed the price of his own sloppiness. Death." Said the suspicious man emotionlessy from the phone.
Alfred rubbed his forehead again with his left hand, groaning from the sudden headache and said with a sigh "Monitor their actions for now, don't make any further moves until I order it, am I understood."
"Yes sir." Said the suspicious man emotionlessy as the call ended.
Alfred sat there in silence for a moment, none knowing what was currently going through his mind at this very moment.
"I'll reflect on my plans because she seems to be more bothersome than I had previously anticipated, even her own family is crazy, although her grandmother is one beautiful woman..ahem." Said alfred with a sigh as he pulled out the picture of selena from his suit jacket, drool appearing from the left side of his mouth shamelessly.
(Crystalline's POV)
[STATUS]
[Name: Crystalline Alina Knowles]
[Celebrity Rank: C+]
[Titles: [Mother of Neo-Soul], [Lavish Killer], [Crystal], [Chairwoman of Crystal Enterprise], [Shareholder of Warner Bro's]
[Gender: Female]
[Age: 25]
[Health: Steatopygia]
[Perks: [Strong Physique], [Perfect Pitch], [Money Queen]
[Skills: [Jhud's Template [80%] [Karate: Master], [Intrigue: Master], [Marksmanship: Master], [Dancing: Intermediate], [Sex: Intermediate], [Management: Grandmaster]
[Storage: [Dairy], [Money: 9,552,891,918], [Needle], [BMA: 10], [MMA: 4], [BA: 7], [PCA: 66], [NLA: 6], [AMA: 18], [STMA: 10]
I rubbed my chin as I looked over my status screen and thought calmly as I glanced at the reader's that came back for the next episode "Yep. Vixen and warner bros was settled by berry as you can see, the chairman with his greed didn't want to give 60 percent stake so berry negotiated for 55 percent stake and the down low chairman agreed just because he didn't want his nastiness exposed"
Truly unfortunate right. I couldn't agree more.
"For some reason warner bros is worth 50 billion in this alternative earth, better for me though since my 55 percent stake is worth 27.5 billion." I said with a wide smile, finally feeling like I'm actually solving my fucking problems now.
I chuckled. No I'm not gonna narrate giggle, anyway I chuckled since I would have never guessed I'd be an actual billionaire in either of my lives because In my, if you wanna know so badly what I was doing as work in my past life I was a human trafficker, to be precise I was the driver that helped transport people. I am very ashamed and I would have never even be in that line of business if I hadn't even graduate preschool or kindergarten, I never even been to school since I grew up as a kid that was trafficked, I lied when I was attending school in this life and said that it's a bother to to be going to school again when In actuality I was actually happy that I could even have the opportunity, but I survived and did what I had to do to live a normal live and study by myself, anyway let's continue on with the story.
I looked down at the paper on my desk full of Ingredients for a healthy cigar I plan to create and have my company release. I intend for it to have affects like when you inhale it. It moisturizes the throat and helps improve breathing and prevent lung cancer and other things, the ingredients are white sage leaf, mullein leaf, marshmallow root, green tea extract crystals, ginkgo biloba resin,turmeric vapor extract, eucalyptus oil microcapsules, astragalus root essence, lavender extract, l-theanine infusion, madagascar vanilla essence, aged cognac oak extract and moroccan honey resin so overall it
would gently relax the mind while sharpening mental clarity, easing stress without dulling focus. As it's inhaled, it would soothe and coat the throat and lungs, making breathing feel smoother and deeper while reducing irritation from pollution, smoke, and city air. Over time, it would support lung repair, reduce inflammation, improve circulation, and help protect against respiratory disease, while also subtly lifting mood and stabilizing emotions. Instead of harming the body like normal cigars, it would leave the smoker feeling calm, clear headed, refreshed, and physically better than before they lit it.
"Although it's still in the testing phase."I said with a sigh while grabbing a folder, putting the paper Inside of it and opened the desk drawer and put the folder inside and closed it.
I got up from the office chair and left the office, turning the light off and closing the door behind me and made my way down the hallway to the room brad was sleeping in to see if he was doing ok and noticed the door was cracked and peek inside, only to see brad jacking his shit in the bed.
*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*
*OHHH~…." Said brad moaning from inside the room, his hand moving up and down hard on his 9 Incher.
I gagged hardly while moving away from the door and Inhaled and exhaled deeply while heading down the hallway toward the room I work on my music in this penthouse, my perfect health perk making my nausea go away quickly.
I looked at the reader's and saw a couple of them with a are you serious look on their face and rolled my eyes and said with a resting bitch face "You'll gag to if a friend was jacking their shit in your house, I'm not gagging at the overall situation of his deed but what he is doing his deed on, my 5 million dollar guest bed, everything on it is a brand so if you add it up, it's 44 million. Hell I should be the first one to jack my shit on it since it's mine."
I entered the music studio room and closed the door behind myself.
"MY FUCKING BEEEEEEEEEEEED." I said screaming at the top of my lungs with rage.
My chest heaved up and down from anger, glad the music studio room is sound proof and said with a sigh of relief as I went over to a big file cabinet full of music I written but have yet to start working on and release "I needed that."
I opened the first drawer of the file cabinet and started looking through it, my mind suddenly wandering back to the image of brad grooming his shit on my 44 million dollar bed and felt my stomach churn while thinking "I'll have to throw that bed out of give it to him because I'm I not going keep that thang full of ass sweat and dick juice."
I looked back at my status screen, specifically at jennifer hudsons template and thought "Why do I still have her template, she mainly just gives me range, emotionality in music, but less technicality."
[STATUS]
[Name: Crystalline Alina Knowles]
[Celebrity Rank: C+]
[Titles: [Mother of Neo-Soul], [Lavish Killer], [Crystal], [Chairwoman of Crystal Enterprise], [Shareholder of Warner Bros's]
[Gender: Female]
[Age: 25]
[Health: Steatopygia]
[Perks: [Strong Physique], [Perfect Pitch], [Money Queen]
[Skills: [Jhud's Template [100%] [Karate: Master], [Intrigue: Master], [Marksmanship: Master], [Dancing: Intermediate], [Sex: Intermediate], [Management: Grandmaster]
[Storage: [Dairy], [Money: 9,552,891,918], [Needle], [BMA: 10], [MMA: 4], [BA: 7], [PCA: 66], [NLA: 6], [AMA: 18], [STMA: 10]
My mouth was open in shock, seeing jhud's template jump from 80 percent, all the way to 100 percent.
"Was that all I had to realize for me to complete her template." I said with a look of realization on my face, flabbergasted that it took me all these years to realize something so bask and dumb.
I rubbed my chin for a moment, suddenly having another look of realization on my face and thought "So with fantasia's voice I was thinking about always expanding my range but with jennifer hudsons template I needed to surrender to it to have more emotionality."
[DING!]
[Congratulations you have won a once in a liftetime spin the wheel voice change lottery]
Suddenly a giant wheel appeared from out of nowhere.
"Huh…the fuck" I said with a flabbergasted look on my face, obviously not feeding into this system scheming bullshit.
I don't trust it. Never will, think about it, why would a wheel suddenly appear on the second template instead of the fifth or tenth one and it also didn't explain how I won a lottery and what the condition was like it did with the perk.
"But this is a opportunity to get another voice so I shouldn't ignore it and seize it while it's still here, if i die that is from my stupidity nothing more crystalline." I said while stepping closer to the wheel and seen five names on it, them being, cher, celine dion, atiana grande also this one is a no for me, patti labelle, and dionne warwick.
"Ehh…where's mariah carey, where's minnie riperton, whitney and aretha franklin, are you fucking playing with me, take ariana grande off and replace her, I've never even listened to her in my past life." I said with a look of complete shock on my face, feeling like this system is actually about to scam me like doctor howard by giving me ariana grande's voice.
Suddenly the wheel started moving by itself. Spinning at inhumane speeds.
"WHAT THE FUCK, I WASN'T EVEN READY YET." I said loudly with anger, only to take a deep breath and exhale, calming myself down since it wasn't worth it to argue with something that won't respond anyway.
Suddenly the wheel started to slow down, giving me a look of what I was going to land on.
My breath hitched, it being ariana grande.
"NO." I said while grabbing a broken speaker one the ground and threw it at the wheel.
*BOOOM*
The wheel slowed even more and wiggled slightly from the impact, landing on dionne warwick's voice.
"Oh. Thank the devil." I said with a sigh of relief, not even intending to even thank a vid since I know I'm going to hell.
[DING!]
[Congratulations you have won the voice of dionne warwick, she will no longer exist in this alternate world]
I read over the system screen that appeared and mentally prepared myself for the pain of the new voice Integration.
[DING!]
[Starting voice Integration]
[5%]
[10%]
[20%]
[30%]
[40%]
[50%]
[60%]
[70%]
[80%]
[90%]
[100%]
[Voice Integration complete]
Suddenly I felt a Intense burning sensation In my throat and gripped it tightly and tried too breathe but couldn't. Trying to scream in pain but couldn't.
Suddenly my my breath hitched, my chest heaving up and down, the burning sensation in my throat vanishing as instantly as it came because of my perfect health perk and said with anger "What the fuck was that, are you trying to kill me."
"Huh..my voice is…so deep, no I'd say warm, husky and mature like it sits high but very low, I sound like 90s dionne but what of my range." I said with surprise while preparing myself and suddenly hitting a crystal clear overtone bell like pitch perfect note.
"G5 check, 90s tone check, and late 60s to early 70s range check." I said with a wide smile forming on my face with my arms spread wide, welcoming the new era with open arms and already having new album ideas.
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THE END…