I stare at the screen, the glowing numbers almost blinding in the dark room. ‘Guesty’ they call it, the app that’s been turning the world upside down. $130 million, a staggering amount of money, all invested in this one company that’s been a game-changer in the property business. I never thought I’d be part of this madness, but here I am, a small cog in a giant machine that’s growing bigger and more powerful by the day.

Guesty, the company that has taken over the world’s property management. It started innocently enough, a platform that allowed accommodation managers to manage their business online, including on platforms like Airbnb and Vrbo. But it quickly grew into something much more than that. With its user-friendly interface and innovative features, Guesty became the go-to platform for property owners and managers around the globe.

But as the company’s success skyrocketed, so did the problems it created. The wealth gap widened, with the rich becoming richer and the poor, poorer. Homelessness reached unprecedented levels, as more and more properties were taken off the rental market and converted into lucrative short-term rentals. And yet, the world couldn’t get enough of Guesty. Its valuation soared to $900 million, and investors poured in millions, hoping to cash in on the company’s success.

As a low-level employee at Guesty, I had a front-row seat to the chaos. I saw the desperation in the eyes of those who couldn’t afford a place to live, while the executives of Guesty reveled in their wealth. It sickened me to be a part of it, but I had bills to pay and a family to support. I couldn’t just walk away.

But now, as I sit in this dark room, staring at the screen, I can’t help but wonder if there’s more to Guesty than meets the eye. Something sinister lurking beneath the surface. And I’m determined to find out what it is.

The Discovery

The next day at work, I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease. The office buzzed with excitement as news of the latest funding round spread like wildfire. Everyone was celebrating, oblivious to the consequences of Guesty’s success. But I couldn’t join in the festivities. I had a mission, a mission to uncover the truth.

I spent hours poring over documents, searching for any clue that could lead me to the answers I sought. And then, I found it. Buried deep within the financial reports, a series of transactions that didn’t add up. Money flowing in and out of offshore accounts, shady deals with shell companies. It was clear that something was amiss.

But what did it all mean? I needed more information, someone who could help me make sense of it all. And then, I remembered an old friend, a hacker who had a knack for uncovering secrets. I reached out to him, hoping he would be willing to assist me in my quest.

A few days later, we met in a dimly lit café, our conversation hushed and filled with tension. I laid out my findings, watching as his eyes widened in disbelief. He confirmed my suspicions, telling me that Guesty was involved in a massive money laundering operation. The company was using its platform to facilitate illegal transactions, hiding the money in plain sight.

As the weight of the revelation settled on my shoulders, I knew I had to act. I couldn’t let Guesty continue its reign of greed and corruption. I had to expose the truth, no matter the cost.

The Betrayal

Armed with the evidence, I approached a journalist I trusted, someone who had a reputation for exposing corporate wrongdoing. I laid out the entire story, providing him with the documents and the names of those involved. He promised to investigate, to bring Guesty to its knees.

But little did I know, there were forces at play that I couldn’t anticipate. As the journalist dug deeper, he became a target. Threats were made, his life was in danger. And then, one day, he disappeared without a trace.

I was devastated, my hopes of exposing Guesty shattered. But I couldn’t give up. I had come too far to turn back now. I knew I had to take matters into my own hands.

I reached out to a group of activists who were fighting against corporate greed and inequality. They had been monitoring Guesty’s activities for years, gathering evidence of their wrongdoing. Together, we formed a plan to bring down the empire.

We started by leaking the documents to the media, ensuring that the truth would be revealed. The story spread like wildfire, capturing the attention of the world. People were outraged, demanding justice for the victims of Guesty’s greed.

But as the pressure mounted, so did the danger. The executives of Guesty were not about to go down without a fight. They launched a smear campaign, painting me and my fellow activists as criminals and liars. They tried to discredit us, to silence us.

But we refused to back down. We knew that the truth was on our side, and we would fight until the very end.

The Showdown

As the battle raged on, the world watched with bated breath. The once-beloved company was now a symbol of corporate corruption, a cautionary tale of unchecked power. And I, the small cog in the giant machine, had become the face of the resistance.

But the fight was far from over. The executives of Guesty were determined to protect their empire, no matter the cost. They launched a series of legal attacks, trying to silence us through lawsuits and intimidation.

But we stood strong, united in our mission. We had the evidence, the truth on our side. And slowly, the tide began to turn. The public rallied behind us, demanding justice for the victims of Guesty’s greed.

And then, the day of reckoning arrived. The executives of Guesty were called to testify before a congressional hearing, their crimes laid bare for the world to see. They tried to deny, to deflect, but the evidence was overwhelming.

One by one, they fell, their empire crumbling around them. The truth had prevailed, and justice was served. Guesty was dismantled, its assets seized, and its executives held accountable for their crimes.

But the fight was not without its casualties. Lives were ruined, families torn apart. The damage caused by Guesty’s greed would take years to repair. But we had made a difference, we had exposed the truth and brought down the empire.

As I stood outside the courthouse, surrounded by my fellow activists, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. We had taken on a giant, and we had won. The world would never be the same again, but perhaps, just perhaps, it would be a little bit better.

And as I looked up at the sky, I knew that the fight was not over. There were still battles to be fought, injustices to be righted. But I was ready. Ready to take on whatever came next, ready to fight for a world where greed and corruption had no place.

The Listing Game was over, but the fight for justice had just begun.

The Source

This small novel was automatically created by processing the news article “Guesty snaps up $130M at $900M valuation to help property managers list on Airbnb and beyond” published by TechCrunch. This novel is generated using a collection of recipes, generative AI, and the touch of a human (when time allows).

This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the Generative AI algorithm “imagination” or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.