Antonio Largiou sat in his luxury jet, flying over the massive nation of St Oz, a land that if all went well would soon have a rail owned by him connecting its two oceans. Its size was something impressive compared to the land the Irnotian Empire had shriveled up to. He always wounded since being a little child playing games, what it would have been like if Irnotia hadnt fallen stayed the wolds dominate force. It was only a thought, as it didn't, it had fallen, it was a power in ancient times, over 16 hundred years ago. What you once were didn't mean anything. He was evidence of that.
He was born a half breed, his mother a Fierin (the ethnic group in irnotia similar to the people of southern France), his father Ironian (main Italian Ethnic group). He got nothing from his father's family, he wasn't even a child to be taken into the family. He was raised by his mother, she taught him not to hate and distrust foreigners like most in his native land did.
With that, and some investment money to buy ships, he founded Nerdic. The name didn't mean anything, it was just one he had made up, but that didn't matter. He had turned Nerdic Into the worlds largest Food Concern, and was now going to go talk to heads of government about building a massive project.
He sipped his wine, it was the first from his newly purchased Vineyard. He was now to be accepted into the high society by the Census. He had more then enough money the land, and the fame.
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Sextus Flavius waited at the air port with a care. He was to bring The CEO to where he was to negotiate. The plane stepped down, Antonio steeped out and was driven away. No time for tourism, he had a meeting, and he would arrive as soon as possible.
Let the negotiation begin.