🔶Caspian Gray-27, lawyer

(Studying for a lawyer is between 5 and 7 years)

Lionel's 3-5-6-9

🔶Dion Wilson-28, business man, millionaire

(From a rich family and started business young)

🔶Ira Pierce-34, Dion's uncle- from mom's side

(1.Dion's mom-oldest-46

2.Sister-43

3.Sister-40

4.Brother- 36

5.Ira-youngest-34)

🔶Asa Cohen-29, Caspian's step brother from mom's side

( Not blood related. Caspian's mom is divorced and dating Asa's dad for some years now.)

Note: people in their late 20's and early 30's are not old. If anyone's thinking that. Sometimes readers are triggered if they see characters over like ... 27☠️Not you doing like life ends when you are 30. Damn. Old to me is 65+ so, chille, anyGays. Let them have romance 👹.

🔶Orson- Caspian's Neighbor and friend

🔶Reggie-Dion's assistant

🔶Osvaldo Finnegan-owner of the company that hired Caspian

🔶Scott-dion's lawyer

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Dion's pov

"They took of the deal " Reggie shows me the papers.

"Because of the case? God damnit.

Will it hunt me for the rest of my career?"

"I suppose so. Everyone is scared you will take their money again."

"I told you. We will just stop with the shadiness and do real business."

"Are you sure? Your income will be less?"

"I know. I have a lot of money now so no need to cry about it.

I will just sell one car and apartment so the bank account state comes to normal."

"That's a good strategy. Okay.

I mean we still have people who are interested in us."

"Good." I smile. "Just ignore the ones who don't want us.

Oh, and pick some charity you like."

"Charity?"

"Yes. I want to be a good man and helps kids."

He laughs. "You hate kids."

"True. But I can still be nice.

And make sure the media knows."

"What ever makes you calmer. I will choose one and let you know.

What your price range?"

" A million?"

"Million? Sure." He smiles, "you might even actually be a good man after this.

A little prison threat and you are like a monk."

"It's not funny." I frown.

"It is a little bit. I have some things I need to sign."

"Fine. Bring them here."

"Can we go drink tonight?"

"I'm with Ira."

"Okay. Can I go with you then?"

I shrug. "Sure. We want to go into some club."

"I know a good one."

"But nothing too much." I warn him.

"He's not your mom. He won't scold us. Don't worry."

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I get a text from an unknown number.

What?

I laugh.

I smirk.

I need to change strategy.

I'm reading all the text and smiling to myself.

I leave a message with no space for questioning.

I bite my tongue. Oh, so he's feisty. I see.

Okay. I take the challenge.