Event Horizon Part Three

Part Three

Without drawing any attention to himself, Milo made his way to the elevator. He just had to leave.

“Mr. Rammonds,” said the one voice Milo hoped he wouldn’t hear. “I would like to speak with you for a moment.”

“Sorry sir, but I was actually-”

“That wasn’t a question.” Milo felt a sturdy hand grip his shoulder and direct him down a hallway away from the elevators. Milo stayed calm, trying his best not to overreact and play innocent. The pair entered an empty room, with only an office chair and some plants filling the space.

“Take a seat,” Mr. Ramamurthy instructed, and Milo did so.

“Would you mind if I sent a quick email to my next interview, sir?” Milo asked. He was being honest, hoping the question would make the CEO evaluate his request as an act of ignorance towards the situation.

The Indian male considered it for a moment, and then with a sly smile replied, “If you must.”

Milo was surprised, but he went along with it. Opening his phone, he was immediately greeted with a firewall.

“Security protocols,” Mr. Ramamurthy responded. “We deal with a lot of private information and identity materials. Standard procedures.”

Milo peered up at the intimidating male before him, then back at his phone. He hesitated but eventually hit the accept button. With a confirmation shock, the software was installed into his device…among other things. Milo quickly typed up an apology email that he’d be late to his next interview and then put his phone away.

“How much do you know about the history of Hindu culture?”

Milo blinked. “Not very much. The American education system isn’t known for teaching religious cultures outside of Christianity unfortunately.”

The CEO scoffed, but continued. “Indian culture?”

“I think it might be best to just explain what you are getting at.” Milo shifted in his chair uncomfortably, but not entirely due to the situation. His jacket felt a little tight on his frame. He had always had a skinny chest, but now it along with his arms and shoulders felt a little constricted.

“My home country has expanded dramatically in the past few decades. We have extended into many different forms of business, increased our wealth, and have populated our vast subcontinent in record time.”

Milo was paying attention, but an itch was nagging at the back of his mind. Well, more of a literal itch was nagging at the back of his head. He scratched himself behind the ear, listening intently as his hair thickened and darkened underneath his fingertips.

“But we aren’t moving fast enough. Similar to your piteous Manifest Destiny, there is an ancient belief hidden behind the subtexts of our culture that we are meant for more. That we each have a divine purpose.”

Milo was starting to get confused. Was this some kind of epic speech the cinematic villain gave about his master plan? Why would the CEO be sharing this with him? And why were his legs suddenly chilly? Milo looked down at his navy shorts, trying to remember why he had worn them with a white button-down and jacket.

“I, along with my colleagues, firmly believe that our divine purpose is to unify all people underneath one heritage, one way of being. And seeing how exceptional the Indian perception of the world around us is, it was a simple decision to abide by that sole ideology.”

With a smile, Milo realized his legs were no longer cold. His strong, tanned, muscular calves were covered in a coat of black fur, which complimented the white of his athletic shorts perfectly. The same way his navy shirt helped accentuate his beautifully brown pecs and thick, Southeast Asian arms. Checking the watch on his hairy wrist, he noticed that the CEO was actually making great time with whatever it was he was discussing.

“Think of a black hole. Once an object gets close enough to the edge, it becomes engulfed. The object loses its identity and evolves into that black hole’s mass. That edge is what defines this project. It is referred to as an ‘event horizon’.”

Milo let loose a soft grunt, feeling his toes pushing at the edge of his leather shoes. The constriction was painful, but it wasn’t there for long. Bringing his legs a little closer, he noticed the sparkling white trainers perfectly housed his large, brown feet. Not enough to mask the odor however–their tangy scent of chili and masala reminded him of the pani puri he could get from markets on the street.

“The United States was our natural first choice. China is a great option, but much too protected to begin with. And European cultures, although well connected, are too time consuming to pick off one by one. Your country however can be enticed into anything as long as it involves one thing: money. It’s what makes your people weak, and luckily malleable.”

Milo no longer heard what the other man was saying. But he was still listening to Mr. Ramamurthy’s voice and noticing how it made him feel. Prideful, attentive, subservient. And most importantly, horny. His swollen pouch was throbbing, a painfully-hard brown dick fairly obvious through the tight gym shorts.

“Although calling Americans ‘your people’ may be incorrect. Am I mistaken?” The CEO sneered. The journalist before him did not respond, but instead came quietly before relaxing back into his chair.

“You're our new Media Relations specialist, correct?” The older Indian male questioned.

“Ah, yes.” In just two words, the distinct Punjabi accent was fresh off his lips. And in those same two words, the younger Indian man was up on his feet. “Mohinder Ramaswamy, sir. It is a pleasure to meet such an incredible man.”

The CEO smiled, watching as his newest employee obediently bowed his head. “Have you already started on the public statement for the acquisition of Gold Enhancement?”

“Yes sir,” Mohinder replied. “I have also begun the paperwork for the renaming of all of your firms. The copyright for 'Navbharat' has gone through, but the Hindi 'नवभारत' is still being processed.”

“Americans and their unwillingness to adapt from English,” Mr. Ramamurthy grunted. “That will be rid of soon enough.”

“Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?” A coy smile displayed itself along the CEO's lips as he noticed a certain hunger in the young Indian’s eyes.

“Once you finish your press release for the firms’ new labeling, come to my office. I will be in need of a different form of your services.”

Mohinder quickly nodded again, very eager for what the CEO had in store for him. He was extremely excited, so excited in fact that the CEO had received an email not too long later titled with the press release’s details. And in the minutes following, Mr. Ramaswamy was underneath Mr. Ramamurthy’s desk with a mouth full of Indian sausage. The CEO thrusted his hips as he read the details of the email, delighted with the young man's work.

From New England to New India: The financial giant Navbharat dictates the United States' destiny.