Building a Conglomerate in Another World

The Hillcrest Estate bustled with activity as Matthew and Amber moved into their new home. The house was empty, save for the sunlight streaming through its large windows and the occasional creak of the wooden floors as movers brought in the first pieces of furniture. The air was filled with the sound of footsteps, the rustling of packing materials, and Amber’s voice directing the placement of their belongings.

"Matthew, the dining table goes in the center here," Amber called, gesturing to the grand dining room.

"Got it," Matthew replied, signaling the movers to place the heavy wooden table where Amber indicated. He watched as she carefully assessed the room, her keen eye for detail evident in the way she arranged the chairs and adjusted the placement of the chandelier.

"Perfect," she said with a satisfied nod. @@novelbin@@

The couple had spent the past week selecting furniture, fabrics, and decor for their new home. Amber had a knack for blending elegance with comfort, and Matthew found himself trusting her judgment completely. Together, they visited local furniture shops, artisans, and markets, gathering everything from plush sofas to hand-carved bookshelves.

In the living room, Amber placed a vase of fresh flowers on a coffee table. "It’s coming together nicely," she said, stepping back to admire the arrangement.

Matthew stood beside her, his hands in his pockets. "You’ve got an eye for this," he said. "It already feels like home."

Amber smiled, leaning against his shoulder. "It’s ours, Matthew. I want it to be perfect."

As the day wore on and the movers finished their work, Matthew excused himself to his study—a room he had quickly claimed as his own. It was modest compared to the rest of the house, with a sturdy desk, a large window overlooking the garden, and a bookshelf that already housed some of his favorite volumes.

Sitting at the desk, Matthew found his mind wandering. The house was beautiful, and the process of making it their own had been fulfilling, but he couldn’t help but think about the broader picture. His mind, always restless, began to turn over ideas.

The Hillcrest Estate was one of the few homes in Newport equipped with an electric lighting system. It had been a feature that immediately caught Matthew’s attention during the house tours. As he thought about it, he realized that electricity was no longer a novelty in Amerathia—it was becoming a mainstream necessity.

And yet, what was being done to truly harness it for everyday life? People had lights, but what about appliances to make their lives easier?

Matthew leaned back in his chair, a slow smile forming. The thought of introducing household appliances to the market intrigued him. It was a departure from the heavy industries Hesh Industries was known for, but it made sense. He had built machines capable of transforming cities; why not build ones that could transform homes?

He began scribbling notes:

Electric Stove: A safer, cleaner alternative to traditional wood or coal stoves.

Refrigerator: A machine to keep perishable goods fresh, reducing waste and making life easier for homemakers.

Electric Fan: To provide comfort during the warmer months, especially in urban homes.

Washing Machine: To reduce the labor of cleaning clothes manually.

The possibilities were endless. The introduction of such appliances could revolutionize daily life, just as his industrial machines had revolutionized factories.

Matthew decided to keep his idea a secret from Amber, at least for now. He wanted it to be a surprise, something he could unveil once it was ready. He knew she would support him, but he wanted to ensure the concept was more than just an idea before involving her.

He pulled out a ledger and began jotting down potential manufacturing costs, materials, and designs. He would need engineers to develop prototypes and test their feasibility. Marketing would also be crucial—these appliances needed to be seen as essential rather than extravagant.

By the time Amber knocked on the door, calling him for dinner, Matthew had filled several pages with notes and sketches.

"What have you been working on?" she asked, peeking into the study.

"Just some ideas for the business," Matthew replied casually, closing the ledger. "How’s the rest of the house coming along?"

Amber smiled. "Almost done. You’ll see at dinner—it’s starting to feel like a home."

The next day, Matthew and Amber continued furnishing their home. They visited a shop specializing in kitchen equipment, where Amber picked out elegant silverware and Matthew insisted on buying the sturdiest cookware available.

At another store, they found plush rugs and heavy curtains for the bedrooms. Amber carefully matched colors and textures, while Matthew focused on practicality, testing the durability of every item.

"You know," Amber said as they left the shop, "I think we’ve bought enough to fill an entire estate, not just one house."

Matthew chuckled. "Better to have too much than too little." Stay tuned to NovelBin.Côm

The final stop was a local market where they purchased art and decorative items. Amber selected a few paintings and sculptures, while Matthew lingered near a vendor selling antique maps. He purchased one to hang in his study—a reminder of the world beyond their cozy home.

As the sun set, the couple returned to the Hillcrest Estate. The house, now furnished and decorated, felt alive. The dining room was warm with the glow of electric light, and the smell of roasted chicken filled the air.

Over dinner, Amber raised a glass of wine. "To us," she said, smiling. "And to the home we’ve built together."

Matthew clinked his glass against hers. "To us," he echoed.

As they ate, Amber spoke excitedly about plans for the garden and the possibility of hosting a housewarming party. Matthew listened, nodding and offering suggestions, but his mind occasionally drifted to his new idea.

The appliances he envisioned weren’t just about convenience—they were about shaping the future. He imagined families across Amerathia enjoying the comforts of modern technology, their lives made easier and more efficient. It was a vision that filled him with both excitement and determination.

As the evening wound down, Matthew sat by the fireplace with Amber, her head resting on his shoulder. The house was quiet, the chaos of moving now behind them.

"You seem deep in thought," Amber said softly.

Matthew smiled, placing a kiss on her hair. "Just thinking about the future," he replied.

Amber looked up at him, her expression curious. "And what do you see?"

Matthew’s smile widened. "Something extraordinary."

For now, he would keep his secret. But soon, the world—and Amber—would see the next chapter of Hesh Industries unfold.