Bitcoin Billionaire: I Regressed to Invest in the First Bitcoin!-Chapter 107: The Steele Complex (2)

There, a stout woman in a military-style cap with her ponytail falling behind it, was standing, her gaze sharp and no-nonsense.

Marilyn Standard, the head of Argent Security, greeted him with a firm nod. "Hello, Mr. Steele."

Rachel spoke. "Darren, this is Marilyn Standard, the captain of the Argent Security team that will be protecting our company."

"Ahh," Darren nodded once. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

Marilyn went straight to the point. "I've reviewed the contractor's layout and matched it with the office allocations Miss Rachel provided. If you'd like, I can take you on a tour to verify everything."

Darren glanced at Rachel, who nodded. "That's a good idea. I want to ensure every department is set up for efficiency."

Marilyn led the way, detailing each floor as they moved.

"This is the main operations hub," she said, gesturing to an expansive floor filled with workstations. "Your Research & Analytics team will be stationed here, led by Wilkes. They'll have direct access to financial markets, cryptocurrency analysis, and emerging trend reports."

Further down, she stopped by a glass-walled conference room. "This will serve as the Strategic Planning Room, where portfolio strategies are devised."

They entered an area with several private offices. "These belong to Miranda Sloane and Edward Blane. Portfolio management and financial consulting will run here, overseeing all high-value investment decisions."

As they moved higher, they stepped into a well-secured floor. "Legal and compliance offices."

"I assume Vance and Daisy Chen will be working here with their team," Darren said. "Though they do have their own building, so this would be mainly for the Vance Team and Daisy Chen herself. Vance would be only here on occasion. His main office should be locked and a key should be sent to him as soon as possible. See to that, Marilyn."

The captain nodded. "As you wish."

The tour continued through security checkpoints, data centers, and even break areas. Technology was modern for the time, with state-of-the-art surveillance, secure document storage, and high-speed network setups.

She showed Darren the IT Department and the Digital Room.

The IT Department took care of everything computer based for the company. But the Digital Room was where the party would go down.

Here was the secret lair that many investments and operations were going to be made.

And taking one look at it, Darren knew it was designed perfectly to his vision.

Finally, they reached the top floor, and there was Darren's office.

Darren's office crowned the Steele Complex.

It was almost intentional. On the top floor, it was like every other room there was bowing to his.

When Marilyn said, "And this, Mr. Steele, is your office," the door opened to a room that was ultimately expansive but still very refined.

The lines were clean and modern, the design exuded a quiet, commanding power, making it appear like one should be quiet in such a room at all times because angels roamed in its walls.

Floor-to-ceiling glass walls framed a breathtaking view of the city sprawling below. One could see the Zurich Tower not far away and the Moon Enterprises's Sub-headquarters.

The polished dark mahogany floor gleamed under recessed lighting, while a custom desk— dark wood with silver accents — anchored the space. Sparse but deliberate, it held only a leather-bound notebook, a flat pad for a laptop, and a black fountain pen.

Behind the desk sat a high-backed leather chair, its rich black upholstery and subtle stitching radiating authority.

To one side, a minimalist lounge area featured a deep gray sectional sofa and glass coffee tables, flanked by bookshelves lined with volumes on finance and leadership — carefully curated, not just for show.

On the opposite wall, a small bar with a wine fridge hinted at subtle elegance, while contemporary art pieces and textured rugs softened the room's stark edges. The office wasn't just a workspace; it was a stage, every detail crafted to reflect Darren's vision and the empire he was forging.

The room's centerpiece, though, was a massive digital screen dominating one wall, alive with real-time market data, cryptocurrency trends, and global news.

Just as Darren had asked.

It pulsed with the rhythm of the financial world, a dynamic extension of Darren's mind.

Rachel stepped inside like she was in a trance, unable to control her own feet, awed by what she was seeing.

"This... This is beautiful," she muttered.

Darren turned to Marilyn. "Thank you," he said to her. "You can go now."

Marilyn saluted him and headed towards the elevator.

Darren then turned back to Rachel, staring at her — her hair, her arm, her hips — as she just gazed around his new office in astonishment.

"Do you like it?" he asked her.

"Do I like it?" she chuckled voicelessly. "I'm... intimidated by it."

She walked around. "This office looks like a room that should never be smeared or disarranged."

Darren's face turned serious in that second. "Is that what you think?"

Rachel pivoted, her hair swaying as she locked eyes with him. His form, his face, standing by the door, gazing at her like she was his prey.

A willing prey.

Darren walked close to her. "Why don't we smear it now? Sin... against this modest room, taint the beauty of that table by fucking on top of it?"

Rachel took deep breaths as he got close to her. She stepped backwards, again, and again. But Darren only came closer and closer.

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Then, when the back of her thighs pressed against the edge of the table Darren had mentioned, Rachel knew there was nowhere left to retreat. His desire surrounded her, a force as undeniable as gravity, and her surrender only pulled him closer.

They stood on the edge of inevitable passion, their bodies mere inches apart— so close their noses brushed, so near they could feel each other's breath, warm and unsteady.

Every exhale. Every heartbeat. A silent conversation in the space between them.

"Why don't we...?" Darren asked the question again in a whispering growl.

Rachel inhaled sharply, her pulse pounding. Then, without hesitation, she closed the distance, pushing her face into his own, and her lips into his lips.