Virtual Reality Strategy.
A company started by a Nexon. Someone with enough money to simply buy other companies of far greater size without blinking an eye. A young heiress at that. One that should for all intents and purposes not have to do much but put her face and name on it and bam, success.
This would be the case if the Nexon family worked out the way it usually does for the 1 percent. In a reality with a killer game with a mascot that just pops up on your screen. Things can go quite differently. People might wonder if this world was fake as well, perhaps that is where the simulation theorists come from.
Most of VRS had no localized base. There was a single building in Manhattan. Purposely chosen to be as close as possible to the once HQ of Nexon Corp. That HQ has since been moved out of state. As if running from the VRS CEO. At this point, that CEO no longer had the spare money to just follow after out of sheer stubbornness even if she wanted to.
Lawsuits, accusations of hacking, accusations of involvement in 'IT', and several times her life was in danger due to random people calling her out as a murderer. If Chelsea R. Nexon's secret goal was to destroy the Nexon name and squander her fortune, she was doing an incredible job.
Truly, Chelsea was a frugal girl for the most part. She didn't have the desire for a grandiose lifestyle, only doing the bare minimum to maintain ties with the elite for her personal goals. Her estate, the only Nexon-owned residence left, was barely staffed. Chelsea had if nothing else, gained self-sufficiency from her days with her aunt. She preferred to be a borderline recluse, to be honest.
A fortress of the heart. One that only was trespassed upon once... by force, and it had led to disaster. Lessons learned.
How long before this safe bastion would need to be sold? How many shares of VRS have been sold? How long before the Vtubers and contractors catch on that this is all just a big gamble over something that is illegal to even speak of?
Illegal to even talk about... even for killings and other crimes...to ban even mentioning it or you get the VRSA down your throat. Government overreach personified. This was the world left behind that her father and mother were not seeing. Perhaps it's for the better. It is the world she must live through. No matter how much of a shell she builds with her dwindling 'freedom money'.
Working with hackers, begging for advertisement opportunities, and collabs with major celebrities. A criminal and a begger... boo.
These were just some of the thoughts that ran around in Chelsea's head as she approached her office. She rarely came to work. Her home office was usually all she needed. Nice and safe, Living in her own head, but surely not the fantasy deathtrap that was 'IT'. Her face was cool. No, cool was an understatement. The more troubled she became, the less emotional. It was... uncanny even to her.
Supposedly someone out of the blue was here to meet her but the receptionist said they weren't anywhere to be found in the waiting room. Strange. She didn't recognize the name but the affiliation was startling...
Chelsea entered her office. A mix of tidy to the point of OCD but also chaotic in terms of the piles of shreddable paperwork strewn about. The door to her office was open... that never happens
A pair of well-shined shoes lay on her desk. A pair of fine slacks and attached to that an Asian man sitting in her chair, the custom height she had set the chair to was pulled down and the man leaned back and smirked at the CEO from her own seat.
"About time. Morning Miss Nexon. I doubt you'd be too upset if I made myself at home. So I went ahead."
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