World Domination Begins With Getting a System in a Modern World-Chapter 128: Discussion With Mr Donovan

James continued swinging, with the motion of each swing becoming sharper and more controlled than the last.

Mr. Donovan remained silent for the most part, offering the occasional correction — a shift in foot placement, a tweak in grip, a reminder to let the swing breathe.

But when James delivered his cleanest shot yet — a smooth, rhythmic arc that sent the ball sailing far and straight — Donovan raised a hand.

"That’s enough," he said calmly.

James lowered the club, panting lightly. A thin sheen of sweat clung to his temples.

"Pack your things," Donovan said, turning without waiting. "Let’s talk."

He started walking back toward the shaded patio without another word, and James quickly shouldered his golf bag and followed, falling into step beside him.

"You’ve never played before," he said. It wasn’t a question.

James nodded.

"Today was my first real try."

Mr Donovan didn’t say anything in acknowledgement to James’ skills as a first timer.

"Chris told me that you want to learn golf because you want access into this part of the world," Mr Donovan said, after a couple seconds of silence.

"Now, let me ask you," he continued, "Why do you want access to this part of the world? What do you plan to achieve my doing that? What’s your endgame?"

"Why not just enjoy your money and the benefits it brings with it? Why come into the most ruthless part of the world?" He asked.

James exhaled silently when he heard Mr Donovan’s question. He naturally expected the question, as he was aware that he’s being tested.

Letting out another silent exhale, he replied.

"I understand that a lot of things in the world first pass through here and this is the where real moves are made. But the main reason I want to join us because of my family and those I care about.

I know that no matter how much money I make, if I can’t protect my wealth and my loved ones, then it’s pretty useless. I know that everything may sound like I’m just bringing up an excuse, and it’s understandable. Also, the world in general is already ruthless."

Mr. Donovan nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving the path ahead.

"And you think being here — in this world — will make it easier to protect them?"

James nodded once.

"Not easier," he said. "Just more possible."

Mr. Donovan glanced at him sideways, face unreadable.

"And what makes you think you belong here? People in this circle aren’t like others. They don’t play by normal rules. They smile while stabbing each other’s backs, and half the time, the stab is expected."

James smiled faintly. Of course he knew this. Things are crazier with people in this circle.

He knew that distrust, betrayal, hidden daggers covered with smiles, are the order of the day for people in this part of the world. But that doesn’t mean that he’s going to back down.

Since he has decided to dip his leg into a dark water filled with sharks and monsters, then he’s ready to swim with them, evolve and become a behemoth among them.

James understood that to become among the top 1% of the world’s population, he has to be just as crazy as them. And that is exactly what he will become, but he will do it without losing himself.

"I don’t plan to blend in with them. I just want access. I’ll play by the rules — until I can make my own," he replied.

His response earned a tiny twitch at the corner of Donovan’s mouth. Barely a smirk, but it was something.

"So you don’t want to be a player. You want to be a power," Mr Donovan asked, with slight amusement.

James nodded again.

"I don’t want temporary leverage. I want permanence. I want to exist in the kind of space where people don’t just ask what I do — they ask what I want."

Yeah, that might be him doing too far and daydreaming too much, but this is James’ actual goal. He doesn’t want to be controlled by anyone or any entity, or organisation or government. He wants to be the one up there and calling the shots. This is actually his endgame.

James and Mr Donovan walked the rest of the path in silence.

A few moments later, they arrived at the shaded patio near the range. It was quiet and private, with two deep lounge chairs placed under a wide umbrella.

Mr. Donovan sat in one, motioning for James to take the other.

James sat down, posture upright but relaxed, his face calm.

Donovan folded his arms and stared ahead for a moment, as if weighing something.

"I charge $6,000 per session," he said, without looking at James. "Minimum of three sessions a week — Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays."

James didn’t flinch, as he nodded

"Understood."

Donovan turned his head slightly, studying him.

"No expression change. Not bad. Most boys your age either flinch or laugh like it’s a joke."

James just nodded, and said.

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Donovan leaned back slightly, a soft breath escaping his nose. Not quite amusement. More like... acknowledgment.

"Good. We start Thursday. No training today. Your first session will be the real beginning."

James nodded again, calmly.

Mr. Donovan stood, brushing invisible dust off his slacks.

"Also... I’ll be recommending your name to the country club board. You’ll receive a call from the manager soon. Membership, initiation fees, guidelines — all the usual."

James blinked, surprised for a second. That was fast. He expected to be recommended after a couple of sessions and when he’s good enough, or after Mr Donovan has finished coaching him. But he actually got the recommendation even before his first training session. It actually means a lot to him.

"Thank you," he said sincerely.

Donovan didn’t look at him — just stared out at the driving range again.

"This place will be your first stepping stone," he said. "But don’t get ahead of yourself."

He turned his head slightly, eyes narrowing.

"You’ve got a lot of work to do. You’re not ready yet."

James stood as well, straightening his shoulders.

"Then I’ll work."

Mr. Donovan finally turned, offering a firm nod.

"Good."

Without another word, he walked off — confident, composed, not looking back once.

James stood there for a moment, the soft wind brushing past him, the muted sounds of polite conversation and golf swings in the distance.

This wasn’t the end of a meeting. This was the start of an initiation — his initiation.

And he had just taken the first step into a world most people only ever saw from the outside. And the real climb had finally begun.