Harem Investment System: Getting Money And Women

The cool evening breeze brushed against Ethan's face as he made his way back home. His steps were brisk, his mind still occupied with the day's events.

Overseeing the crew at the renovation site had been more exhausting than he'd anticipated, but seeing progress made it worth it.

The city was alive around him, as it always was, but Ethan tuned it out. Vendors shouted from street corners, kids laughed as they chased each other down the sidewalks, and the distant hum of cars filled the air.

None of it mattered right now. He just wanted to get home, kick off his shoes, and collapse onto his couch.

Ethan reached his building and climbed the stairs two at a time. The hallway smelled faintly of cheap cleaning supplies, and his shoes echoed against the tile floor.

As he unlocked his door, a wave of relief washed over him.

The small apartment was just as he'd left it — dimly lit and cluttered with papers, receipts, and notebooks. The only clean spot was the corner where his new phone would sit, perched like a trophy on its stand.

He tossed his jacket onto the couch and sat down heavily, letting out a long sigh. His feet ached from all the walking, but he couldn't complain. Things were finally starting to fall into place.

Just as he leaned back and closed his eyes, his phone buzzed on the table. Ethan groaned, reaching for it reluctantly. He didn't recognize the number, but something told him to pick up.

"Hello?"

The voice on the other end was all too familiar. "Ethan, it's Marcus. We need to talk."

Ethan sat up straighter, his jaw tightening. Marcus was the CEO of the company he used to work for — the man who had stood by and let him take the fall for crimes he didn't commit.

"What do you want?" Ethan asked, his tone cold.

Marcus cleared his throat, sounding unusually nervous. "Look, Ethan, I'll get straight to the point. The board's been reconsidering your situation. We're willing to drop all the charges against you and... bring you back on board."

Ethan's heart skipped a beat, but not for the reasons Marcus probably thought. "You're joking, right?"

"I'm serious," Marcus said. "We know things got... complicated, but we can make this right. All you have to do is sign a few documents absolving the company of any wrongdoing in the mismanagement case. In return, we'll clear your name and reinstate your position. You'll even get a bonus."

Ethan laughed, the sound bitter and sharp. "So let me get this straight — you want me to take the blame for something I didn't do, just so you and your cronies can save face? Is that it?"

"It's a fair deal," Marcus insisted, though his voice wavered. "Think about your future, Ethan. You're talented. You don't want to throw that away over pride."

Ethan stood up, pacing the room. Anger bubbled under his skin, but he forced himself to stay calm.

"You know what, Marcus?" he said finally. "I don't need your deal. I don't need anything from you. And as for the debt you saddled me with? Consider it gone."

"What do you mean?" Marcus asked, a hint of panic creeping into his voice.

Ethan walked over to his table, picking up his phone. With a few taps, he pulled up his banking app and transferred the $500,000 he owed to the company's account.

"There," he said, his voice steady. "Debt cleared. You don't own me anymore."

Marcus stammered, but Ethan didn't give him a chance to respond. "Lose my number, Marcus. And tell your board they can find someone else to pin their mess on."

With that, he hung up and blocked the number.

For a moment, Ethan just stood there, staring at his phone. A wave of emotions crashed over him — relief, anger, and a strange sense of triumph.

The system's familiar chime pulled him from his thoughts. A notification appeared on the screen:

[Congratulations! You have cleared all outstanding debt in your name. Your reputation points have increased significantly.]

Ethan chuckled, setting the phone back down. "Well, that's one less thing to worry about."

The apartment felt lighter somehow, as if a weight had been lifted from its walls. Ethan walked to the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of water.

He took a sip, leaning against the counter and letting the moment sink in.

Ethan glanced at the couch, where his jacket lay crumpled. Inside the pocket was the money he'd collected from his employees earlier that day.

He hadn't counted it yet, but he knew it was enough to keep things running smoothly.

As he sat back down, his thoughts drifted to the future. The food truck business was thriving, and the renovation project was underway.

He picked up his phone again, scrolling through the system's interface. There were no new investment opportunities yet, but that didn't bother him. He had plenty to focus on for now.

Setting the phone aside, Ethan leaned back and closed his eyes. Tomorrow would bring new challenges, but for tonight, he could finally rest easy.