Stephen
I was in no mood to go back to my place and deal with my parents over Laura. I knew I would get an earful from both of them, especially my father, who has met Laura—if he can even recall who she is, that is.
Luckily, my family owns a few residences in New York. There is a loft I often go to when I have a date downtown, so I decided to head there.
When I arrived at the loft, I called my best friend, Patrick.
“Hey, long time player,” Patrick said when he picked up the phone.
“Yeah, I know. You know how it is,” I replied.
“Business and appearances. Sprinkle in a few ladies. Man, I wish I had your life,” Patrick said.
“Last time I saw you, you had almost the same life, man,” I told him.
“Well, you have, what, two billion more than me?” he laughed.
“Possible. Oh yeah, I’m the b
