Billionaire's Mansion

Zeke knew he had to upgrade his residence if he wanted to increase his harem of beautiful women. And a quick Google search pointed him to the right place. A fancy mansion in a gated community unprepared for someone with hi magical prowess.

Zeke walked up to e security booth like he owned the place the guards didnt notice him. And neither did the security cameras register him. He walked right up to the biggest and fanciest house in the place. Owned by the richest asshole he could find.

He knocked on the door.

After a minute a latina woman in a mid's uniform answered the door, "I'm sorry, but the owner of the house isn't expecting anyone today. I have to ask you to leave or I'll call the security guards. "

"Actually I'm here for you," Zeke said, "You've worked for this asshat for decades and make a shit wage. Yeah, better than other places, but he's spending nothing on you because you are an immigrant with no knowledge of how much you are worth."

She tried to close the door, but it was stuck open.

Zeke winked, "Honey, you don't have to work for this asshole. You are worth a million, no a trillion bucks. You're a dual citizen here in the US. And you don't have to worry about your family's financial situation."

Zeke summoned energy, a small piece of magic did its work replacing her boss's name with hers. The accountants handling his accounts forgetting his name. The world replacing his name with his maid's.

Her demeanor changed, her standoffish pose replaced with a more positive emotion. She stood taller as her flats grew heels. Her tied back hair unfurling into gorgeous waves. Her uniform replaced with a golden dress. Expensive jewelry manifesting on her.

"How is this possible?" She asked.

Zeke smiled, "You deserved it."

"But-"

He handed her a set of car keys, "Your ex-boss will be punished for his crimes. You can go on and live your life free of his unwanted advances."

The woman smiled and hugged Zeke, "Thank you so much!" She smiled and walked down to her new Porsche which she instinctively knew how to drive, a purse in her car already had a driver's license with her new home address and access to her bank accounts. She sped off not looking back.

Zeke turned to the interior of the mansion. He walked into the living room where an ugly man sat watching a big flat screen TV turned to Fox Business. He was wearing a full black outfit with a black T-shirt and sports coat.

"Who are you?" The ex-billionaire said in an accent he avoided using in public. "Maria! Call security."

"You'll find you no longer have power here," Zeke said, "In fact this mansion is no longer yours, it's mine. And Maria is now a billionaire, unlike you."