Alex looked smitten, her earlier defiance melted into awe. Her eyes held a mix of disbelief and reluctant admiration.
Paige rolled hers. "He''s bullshitting you, Alex. Wake up."
Before Alex could respond, ire moved quickly and wrapped an arm around her daughter, pulling her into a protective side hug. She shot me a look that could only be described as full-on mama bear mode—like she was silently warning me to back off from emotionally destabilizing her child.
I held my hands up slightly and smiled. "Hey, I''m just answering questions. And she challenged me."
"Wow, that is new," Haley said, amused by her sister''s reaction.
"Thank God my son has a better moralpass than Charlie, or I''d be dodging angry dads now," said n. "...or already be a grandpa."
"Maybe because he''s my son," he added, trying to exin why I''m not that much of a scumbag.
"As if, n. It''s already impressive that he''s rted to you," said Charlie.
"Hey, you''re also rted to me!" n replied, indignant and astonished.
"I always wondered if Mom made a mistake somewhere along the way…" Charlie muttered.
Just then, music began to y faintly from the speakers. I reached over and turned the volume up, letting the beat fill the patio.
No Money (Gntis)
? Sorry, I ain''t got no money
I''m not trying to be funny
But I left it all at home today ?
"This song seems inspired by you, n," Charlie smirked.
n red at him and replied, "Now I have money."
"Yet you sometimes still forget your wallet when we go out to eat," Charlie retorted.
?You can call me what you wanna
I ain''t giving you a dor
This time I ain''t gonna run away?
?You might knock me down
You might knock me down
But I will get back up again?
"This is the new song that Marshmello released?!" Haley said rhetorically, already dancing on the couch.
They stayed for a little while longer, chatting andughing as the music yed. Eventually, people began to say their goodbyes and head out.
As Alex left, she nced back at me, still looking unsure.
"You charmed ire''s two daughters," Charlie said,ughing.
Gramma, who was standing nearby, also seemed amused by the idea, a small smirk ying on her lips.
I looked at Charlie. "Sorry, Uncle, but Phil is a good person. I will not go on mother-daughter dating if you get it."
Uncle Charlie shook his head. "I have no interest in ire—she''s too bossy," he said, then muttered under his breath, "...but she was rough."
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We went out that day, and once more on Sunday. Finally, Monday arrived—Regina''s birthday.
Paige and I were in the car, both looking sharp in our outfits for the asion. Jimmy was driving, his eyes on the road as the city rolled past the windows.
When we arrived at Regina''s house, Paige and I stepped out and made our way to the door. We both greeted her with a cheerful "Happy birthday!"
Regina gave Paige a big hug, then turned to me with a grin and pulled me into an even longer one.
"Come, I''ll introduce you to my dad," Regina said, grabbing my hand.
"Are you sure?" I said jokingly.
She red at me with that smile-not-a-smile. "Don''t start, Jake. It''s my birthday."
"Hey, I gave you that beautiful car," I said, pointing to the pale pink one parked nearby. "And I might have another surprise for you today," I added with a smirk.
"What is it?" she asked eagerly—she knew I didn''t do half-assed gifts or surprises.
"It wouldn''t be a surprise if I told you," I smiled.
"You are insufferable," she muttered.
Then Regina led us over to her father. He extended his hand and said, "Henry Samueli."
Paige''s eyes widened the moment she heard the name. We both introduced ourselves politely, and I gave him a firm handshake.
As Henry turned to greet other guests, Paige leaned toward me and murmured, "198 Samueli, Henry George 2.3 46 Broa."
That meant: 198th on the Forbes ranking, his full name, an estimated worth of $2.3 billion, 46 years old, and the origin of his wealth—Broa.
"This one I already know," I said to Paige. I already knew who Regina''s father was, she told mest year.
"Why didn''t you tell me?" she asked.
"Nah, it was funnier this way," I replied with a grin.
She pinched me—hard.
"Jake,e here, I''ll introduce you to my friends," Henry said.
I nodded, and he ced a hand on my shoulder, guiding me toward a group of three people nearby. Paige followed close behind.
Henry gestured toward the group. "These are my daughter''s friends," he said.
"Paige Swanson," Paige introduced herself.
"Jake Harper," I added, shaking each of their hands.
They took turns introducing themselves: "Thomas Siebel," "Ralph Lauren," and "John Doerr."
Other guests came over to greet them, giving us a moment to ourselves.
Paige leaned in again and murmured, "209 Siebel, Thomas M. 2.2 48 Siebel System; 490 Doerr, L. John 1.0 50 venture capital; 198 Lauren, Ralph 2.3 61 Polo."
I made Paige memorize the full Forbes billionaire list. I knew there''d be some of them here.
Henry, who was standing close, nced over. He looked slightly impressed by Paige—and amused, clearly picking up the context of what she had just listed.
"Wow, they''re all billionaires..." Paige murmured.
I looked at her—if only she knew the full story. JD Company is already holding 100 million Enron shares short (we quintupled our position), with an average price of $51.5. That''s roughly 12.5% of all Enron''s shares.
With today''s price—November 12th—at $9.24, I''m sitting on a $4.22 billion profit, before taxes, $2.6 billion after (yes, 38,6%, a kick in the nuts). I could be on top—but then again, that''s just Forbes'' estimation. I don''t really know how much they actually have.
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