Entertainment: Starting as a Succubus, Taking Hollywood by Storm

New York International Airport, aboard the flight to Los Angeles.

In the first-class cabin.

Martin was eyes closed, catching some rest while waiting for takeoff.

Suddenly, a delighted voice piped up right by his ear: "Martin! What a coincidence—you're on this flight too?"

Martin cracked his eyes open and glanced toward the sound, spotting a familiar face across the aisle.

"Kim, it's you! Heading to L.A. as well?"

Sure enough, the chance encounter was none other than Kim Kardashian, the storm-churner in the fashion world, staring at him with wide-eyed surprise.

Martin couldn't help but notice her backside seemed even plumper than before, inching ever closer to Bobbi's beloved proportions.

You had to admire Kim's ironclad discipline. To launch her name in the black fitness scene, she'd thrown herself into a booty-building regimen, transforming her already juicy rear into a full-on spectacle.

"Yeah, my fashion line Kardashian Kollection's dropping a new collection with a press event in L.A. next month. Martin, got time to swing by?"

Martin paused for a beat. "You know I'm slammed with my new flick right now. Not sure if I'll make it."

It was a polite brush-off, but Kim didn't back down. She fished a sleek black-and-gold invite from her bag and handed it over.

"Martin, whether you can make it or not, here's the invite. Drop in if you've got time—if not, no sweat. It's on the slow side, with tons of hot models strutting their stuff."

Martin chuckled. "Hitting me with the temptations already? This would probably work on Leonardo. Alright, alright—I'll see what I can do, squeeze in some time if I can."

He flipped open the invite, only to find his name already etched inside. He shot her a knowing look, then teased, "You carry these around in your purse? Looks like you're banking big on this event!"

Kim grinned back. "Not all of them—just for my most esteemed guests."

Martin arched a brow. No wonder she'd make it big—her emotional IQ was off the charts!

Kim's path had echoes of Miranda's: ace innerwear, lingerie, perfumes, and the like, all aimed at the high-end crowd.

If you got down to it, they were straight-up rivals.

But Martin didn't sweat the small stuff. He had rock-solid faith in the "Miranda" brand.

Sure, Kim had connections, but she was miles behind him.

She had skills, no doubt, but still fell short of Georgina Chapman, the powerhouse Martin had tapped for Miranda.

Plus, from his memories, Kim's early high-end foray had flopped hard. It was her mid-tier pivot that turned things around, and only with SKIMS did she really blow up.

"Oh, right—Martin, let me introduce you. This is my sister, Kendall Jenner. We share a mom."

From Kim's seat, a head poked out, and a delicately sculpted face caught Martin's eye—the very "skinny bean" from his memories.

Skinny Bean, full name Kendall Jenner, was Kim's half-sister and the stunner of the Kardashian clan.

Especially her figure—it was right up Martin's alley: slim waist, perky butt, endless legs, no weird oversized junk in the trunk.

"Hello, Mr. Meyers." Kendall greeted him with polished courtesy, though a spark of delight flickered in her eyes.

She'd heard her sister hype up knowing Martin forever, but never seen any proof—just figured it was big talk.

Who knew? Sis might actually be tight with him.

"Just call me Martin. Mind if I go with Kendall?" Martin said with a smile.

"Of course." Her face bloomed into a grin.

Kim's eyes shifted slightly, thoughtful.

Ever since 2007, when Kim's mom—Hollywood TV producer Kris Jenner—launched the reality show Keeping Up with the Kardashians, she'd catapulted her five daughters into the spotlight, turning the "Kardashian sisters" into a full-blown brand.

Even though they split between Kardashian and Jenner surnames, their blood ties were unbreakable.

Kris had greenlit the show off Kim's sudden fame from that leaked tape with ex Ray J.

She aimed to ride Kim's wave into a smash hit.

Nailed it—Keeping Up lit up the airwaves.

The show poured riches into the family coffers; their multi-year network deal alone topped $150 million.

Beyond the cash, it skyrocketed the sisters' fame.

Weekly viewership averaged 3.5 million, fueling a slew of tie-in ventures they could milk endlessly through the show.

To hammer home the five-sister unit vibe, Kris made fourth-born Kendall Jenner and baby Kylie Jenner swap their last name to "Kardashian" on the series.

That's how the "Kardashian family" moniker stuck.

They went with "Kardashian" over "Jenner"—not "Jenner clan"—because the name carried more juice.

The Kardashian trio's lineage traced to Kris's first husband, Robert Kardashian. USC grad, ex-O.J. Simpson Dream Team lawyer, he'd defended in the wife-murder trial. He passed from cancer in L.A. on September 30, 2003.

No question, the Simpson case was America's hottest scandal that year.

Robert only joined the defense out of decades-long friendship with suspect O.J.

As a Dream Team player, he stuck by his buddy through the whole trial.

Media swarmed, painting Robert not just as O.J.'s advisor but maybe even tangled in the crime.

Witnesses swore they'd seen him hauling O.J.'s garment bag—rumored to hide the murder weapon cops never found.

The nationwide uproar rocketed Robert's profile.

The Kardashian name's other fame boost? Kim, naturally.

From Paris Hilton's lowly sidekick to outshining the heiress herself—in the original timeline, Paris even cribbed Kim's style later. Talk about savvy.

Kim had supercharged the Kardashian legacy single-handedly.