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His fingers tapped rhythmically against his knee, an old habit of his when he was nervous. “What is it, Caleb?” His smile faltered. “What do you mean?” I leaned forward. “I mean, what do you want? You have been tapping your knee like a drum and drowning in wine. Just spit it out.” He downed his glass in one go, exhaling. “I need some money, Zayn.” I stared at him. “Are you kidding me?” Three months ago, I gave him five million dollars to invest in his so-called business. A business I had never seen or never heard details about.

But clearly, why would I pay attention to them when I had a big offer waiting out there for me? They were always a great inconvenience to my life, but well, was there anything better than being a billionaire? Of course not. Whenever the journalists felt the need to attack me with questions, my bouncers were always there to guard me out of their proximity. Soon, we reached my car. I hopped into the backseat, fastened my seat belt. Another good thing about being a billionaire was you never had to talk. Gesturing with the eyes, snapping the fingers, clearing the throat, would do the trick. And right now, a snap of my fingers got my driver to start the car.

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James had no concept of indoor voice when he was performing. "This is the market." August was pointing at a cluster of blue blocks with the authority of a tiny city planner. "And this is the library. Libraries are important because they have books." "They are very important." Patricia was nodding seriously, cross-legged on my living room floor in her expensive slacks, not a single complaint about the carpet or the noise. "What kind of books do you like?" "All of them." August considered. "But mostly the ones about animals. And space. And animals in space."

Or else I knew not in taking a drink of alcohol after nearly three hours of interviewing these useless women would take a toll on my sanity and God knows it were already barely holding. I had never denied the truth that I was a ruthless play boy but I had never gone as far as to get involved with my employees. Hence the reason I was currently without a PA. Sabrina my last PA of almost 3 months was passing her place hence I had let her go. I was a respected business tycoon running a billion dollar empire and I wasn't going to risk I or my company's reputation for a quick careless lay. I could see the headlines now. Business tycoon Sebastian Monteiro sexually involved with his employees.

Thankfully, Aunt Ruth & Uncle Mark we're sorting things out. Suddenly, I realize that I truly had no source of income and I knew all too well that my mother, somehow, must've squandered my trust fund. "Bloody hell." Is all I can say as I realize that there was a 99% chance my mother had used my trust for her own selfish benefits. My subconscious reminds me that my husband is indeed, a trillionaire. A trillionaire, I remind myself. Lucas had more than enough money to ensure well being of millions of people.

I squeezed her when she went silent on me again. "I really wish you wouldn't worry about this stuff baby. I've got it under control the guys are already setting things in motion. I just want you to think about being happy. Can you do that for me?" She turned in my arms and looked into my eyes. She's reading business books so she can help me, she's worrying about abused children who are in the hands of monsters, when does she get to think about her?

“The Combs name is old money, Sharon. My grandfather built the foundation, my father expanded it, and I run the business now. Technology is only one part of it.” I frowned. “Only one part?” “There are hotels, media investments, real estate, and a few other things,” he said. I stared at him. I had known he was rich, but hearing it plainly made the truth heavier. James had always acted powerful, but now I understood the difference. James controlled the world around him, while Xavier belonged to a world much larger than that. Maybe Xavier saw the change in my face, because he said, “You do not need to look so worried.”

"One hundred and forty million. They’re calling you a visionary in the press. Behind closed doors? They’re calling you a liability." ​I didn't look up from the blueprints spread across my desk. I kept my compass steady, marking the perimeter of my new empire. "If you’re here to offer a post-mortem on my financial decisions, Mr. König, you’re late. The check has already cleared."