“I agree. Your ideas are fucking epic, Jazzy. Why the fuck haven’t we already implemented any of this?” Uncle Louie turns to Dad.
“Because we’re not as smart as she is,” Dad says proudly.
“You really like my ideas? You’re not just saying that?” I ask.
“No, I love them. In fact, I want you to run through all my casinos. I want them revamped, and you’re the girl who’s going to get it done.”
“You’re not poaching my staff,” Dad grunts.
“It’s not poaching if she wants the job,” Uncle Louie counters.
“Okay, thank you. I… uh… You can let me know which bullet points you want to act on first, and I can start making them happen. Thank you for your time.” I stand, pick up my laptop, and run out of the office. Sighing in relief that it’s over and that they seemed to actually like my suggestions.
I head back upstairs, find my phone, and message Jake.
Me:
I presented my ideas to Dad and Uncle Louie. They loved them.
Jake:
Of course they did. You’re fucking smart as hell, Jazzy. You are going to be an asset to Westmead Industries when I convince you to join me here.
Me:
My dad would probably kill you.
Jake:
Nah, he loves me now.
Me:
Love is too strong. He tolerates you.
Jake:
Same thing.
Me:
How’s your day going?
Jake:
Have you seen the news?
Me:
No, why?
Jake:
Levine got arrested this morning, insider trading. Also, one of the family members is being accused of syphoning all the liquid cash into untraceable accounts.
I gasp.What the hell? Bradley’s family? I can’t imagine Brad would do that.
Me: