Surviving the Apocalypse with my Multiplier System - Chapter 155

Chapter 155: Promoted
At Damien’s Base

Dillon was quietly getting dressed to finally meet with the higher-ups, while Krissy and Jess were busy pretending to be the best of friends.

“Ah, Jess, that dress looks so good on you! It’s like it was made for you,” said Krissy in a fake, high-pitched voice.

Jess didn’t reply but smiled in response. She didn’t understand why Dillon would still keep Krissy around now that he had her, but these last few days spent with Dillon had taught her that he hated nagging.

Krissy absolutely loathed Jess in every possible way. She couldn’t stand how, no matter what she did or said, Jess wouldn’t lose her rationality like she wanted.

She kept trying to get under Jess’s skin so that Jess would finally have a huge outburst and yell at her or even fight her, so that she could run to Dillon and show him how abusive Jess was.

But no matter how many times she tried, Jess simply smiled at her, totally unaffected.

“Jess, you must tell me what you do to work your glutes out like that. Dillon loves smacking my ass–“, Krissy continued until she was finally got cut off.

“Can you just shut up for two minutes?!” Dillon finally snapped. Ever since Jess moved in, Krissy couldn’t seem to stop talking. Her high-pitched voice was ear-grating, and he was close to losing his patience with her.

Krissy quickly clammed up, tears welling up in her eyes. Jess simply rolled her eyes at Krissy’s pathetic look. She was happy to finally have some peace and quiet.

Jess stood up as Dillon finished getting ready and walked over to adjust the collar of his button-up shirt.

“You look so sexy,” she leaned over and purred in his ear.

She knew that he had been called for an important meeting with the higher-ups, so she gave him a small kiss on the cheek and walked him to the door.

Dillon glanced down at her. “Wait for me, I’ll be back soon.” Then he walked out of the room and down to the lower floors.

Jess smiled; that was his way of saying that he would be bedding her later.

After the door closed, Krissy could no longer keep it in. “You bitch! You vixen! Dillon is my man!”.

Jess just turned to ignore her. Krissy would begin to scream and yell anytime the two of them were alone together.

“Go spend some time with your girlies. I need to prepare for later, so please excuse me,” said Jess as she walked toward the bathroom.

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Dillon finally arrived in front of the door to the designated meeting room and gently knocked.

“Come in,” a cold voice sounded from inside.

Dillon entered and noticed two men. One of them was the scholarly man who had led the last meeting he attended, and the other man was the one who appeared to be asleep the whole time.

“Ah, Dillon, you’re here. Let me finally introduce myself. I’m Tristan, and this is–”

“My name is Damien,” the other man cut in.

Dillon bowed respectfully. While he wasn’t sure where exactly these two stood in the hierarchy of the organization, he knew they were leagues above him in status.

“It’s a pleasure to be here,” replied Dillon.

Tristan adjusted his glasses and got to the point. “We called you here today because your recent contributions have warranted attention. We are officially promoting you to the inner circle.”

Dillon’s heart raced at these words. He had suspected that they would promote him, but he never expected he would be added to the inner circle!

This meant that he would no longer be considered a “small-time” leader.

Damien watched as Dillon’s face lit up at the news.

“Along with this promotion, we’d like to offer you a reward. Is there anything you’d like?” Damien chimed in.

A shiver went down Dillon’s back as the words he’d been dying to hear were finally spoken. He straightened his back and looked at the two men.

“There’s a woman I’ve been looking for. I want her,” he said with a certain dangerous glint in his eyes.

Tristan sighed internally. “Are you sure? You could ask for a car, a new room, endless food or resources… anything, really.”

Dillon shook his head. “Yes, sir. She is absolutely the reward I want.”

Damien smiled, seeing the dark look in Dillon’s eyes. “Well, now I’m curious. What kind of woman is worth more than living like a king?”

“Her name is Rayne Weston. She was my fiancée before the disasters. She has long blonde hair and is incredibly beautiful,” said Dillon.

Simply describing her to them got him excited. Finally, he would soon get to taste her himself. He swore to himself that he would keep her busy in bed for days on end.

“How do you know that she’s still alive?” asked Tristan, jotting everything down in his notebook.

“Oh, she has to be. Let’s call it intuition,” replied Dillon. He knew she was alive—she didn’t have his permission to die.

Tristan finished writing down her detailed description and last known location. “Very well. I will send out my personal team to begin the search.”

“When you find her, bring her over. I’m interested in meeting her. I’m curious if she’s truly as beautiful as you described her,” laughed Damien.

Dillon smiled, licking his lips. “Of course.”

Tristan then moved on to the next topic.

“Since you are in the inner circle now, we want to shift you over to a new task. We have reason to believe that the CEO of REN Corporation is still alive, and we need to know where he’s hiding.”

He opened his notebook and looked down.

“You will be assigned the task of slowly infiltrating the government base to gather information on his whereabouts. You will be reporting monthly with any useful information.”

Dillon bowed once more, accepting his new job. He now had access to many more resources and people, so this new role was very doable.

After discussing the finer details, Dillon left the meeting room and made his way back to his room.

“Ah, my sweet Rayne. You’ll be in my arms soon,” he said as he walked. He could hardly contain his excitement.