Urban God of Rebate: Infinite Returns Of Women And Powers

’’Sent you that thesis I mentioned. No rush, whenever you get a chance.’’

Sean glanced at it during a break, the document Marcus had attached, a fairly solid breakdown of a mid-cap tech company Marcus thought was undervalued. He skimmed it with mild interest, made a few mental notes, and put it aside for later. Normal life continuing to demand his attention even with everything else going on underneath it.

At lunch, Derek Pierce sat down at a nearby table with two other students, loud enough that Sean could hear pieces of the conversation.

”...some kind of trust fund kid, probably,” Derek was saying. ”Nobody actually earns that kind of money at eighteen. It’s family money he’s pretending is something else.”

Sean ate his lunch without reacting. Derek wanted a reaction. Giving him one would just confirm that the comment had landed.

Across the dining hall, Rebecca sat with two girls Sean didn’t recognize. She wasn’t with Anthony today. She kept glancing toward Sean’s table every few minutes, then looking away quickly when she caught herself doing it.

Sean ignored her completely.

His phone buzzed again. Olivia this time.

Kwon just asked me three more times if Saturday is confirmed. I think he’s more excited than I am at this point.

Sean smiled despite everything weighing on him. ’’Tell him it’s confirmed. I don’t back out of things.’’

’’Noted. He’ll probably show up an hour early just to make sure.’’

’’Sounds about right for a man who runs eleven formations in one session.’’

’’You have NO idea.’’

He put his phone away, the small warmth of the exchange sitting against the cold weight of everything else.

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That Evening

Sean was back in his apartment, working through some of his investment positions, when his phone buzzed with a notification that wasn’t from a person.

[System Update]

[Olivia — Favorability: 47]

[Approaching 50 Favorability Threshold]

[5x Rebate Multiplier Imminent]

He looked at the notification for a moment. He hadn’t spent anything directly on Olivia since binding her. The favorability climb was coming from something else. Genuine connection, probably. The conversations. The texts. The honesty between them.

It was strange, watching a system quantify something that felt completely real on its own. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that yet.

His phone rang. Unknown number.

Sean’s stomach tightened. He answered carefully. ”Hello.”

The same calm voice from before. ”Mr. Miller. I trust your evening is going well.”

”What do you want,” said Sean. No pleasantries this time.

”Directness. I appreciate that,” said the voice. ”I wanted to extend an invitation. A meeting. Somewhere neutral, somewhere comfortable. We’d like the opportunity to discuss your situation in person rather than over the phone.”

”Why would I agree to that,” said Sean.

”Because the alternative is continued uncertainty,” said the voice smoothly. ”You don’t know who we are. You don’t know what we want. A conversation would resolve a great deal of that ambiguity, for both of us.”

Sean thought about Foster across the street. About the four hundred million dollars in property holdings. About the calm certainty in this voice that suggested someone who had never once worried about losing.

”When and where,” said Sean.

”Friday evening,” said the voice. ”Eight o’clock. I’ll have the location sent to you tomorrow. Come alone, Mr. Miller. We’re not interested in theatrics, and neither, I suspect, are you.”

The line went dead before Sean could respond.

He sat there for a long moment, phone still in his hand, the apartment quiet around him.

Friday was also the day Anthony’s debt was due.

Sean almost laughed at the timing. Two deadlines converging on the same evening, one petty and one potentially life-altering, both demanding his attention like the universe was testing how well he could juggle the small stakes and the enormous ones at the same time.

He pulled up his messages and texted Max.

’’They want a meeting. Friday, eight pm. Location coming tomorrow. Said to come alone.’’

Max’s response came back fast.

’’Don’t go alone. I don’t care what they said. Whatever happens, I need to know where you are in real time.’’

’’I’ll figure something out,’’ Sean replied.

’’Sean. I’m serious. This isn’t Victor’s office. These people don’t bluff the way he did.’’

Sean looked at the message for a long moment.

’’I know,’’ he typed back. ’’ I’ll be careful. Keep digging on the law firm. I need a name before Friday if you can get one.’’

’’Working on it.’’

Sean set his phone down and walked to the window. Below, the street was quiet. No sign of Foster tonight. No sign of anyone.

But he knew now that absence didn’t mean safety. It just meant he couldn’t see them right now.

Friday was coming. Whatever waited on the other side of that meeting, Sean understood with complete clarity that the version of himself who’d walked into Victor Hale’s office with a folder of documents wasn’t going to be enough this time.

He needed to be something more before Friday arrived.

He sat down at his desk, opened his laptop, and started planning.

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Thursday morning, Sean woke up before his alarm.

He lay in bed for a moment, staring at the ceiling, running through everything in his head. Friday’s meeting was less than thirty-six hours away. Anthony’s deadline landed on the same evening. Max was still digging for the law firm name. Walsh was somewhere outside watching the building. None of it felt finished, and none of it felt like it was going to wait for him to catch up.

He got up. Showered. Got dressed in something simple, dark sweater, jeans. No suit today. He didn’t need to perform for anyone this morning.

His phone showed a message from Max, sent at three in the morning.

Found the law firm’s internal directory structure. Working on matching names to the entity filings now. Slow going. Don’t wait up for me, I mean that literally, I haven’t slept.

Sean texted back. Sleep. The name isn’t worth your health.

Almost there. I can feel it.