The Nation’s Jackpot Girl (BWWM)

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Julian's POV

The first thing on my screen this morning is a reminder text from my mum. She does it a lot.

Invite me and my friends and invite me over again. I'm sure she's going to call soon and she actually does when I'm in the bathroom shaving and getting ready for work.

Sighing, I straighten to pick up the call. "Hello, mum,"

"Julian, honey," She coos. Sometimes, I feel like she forgets that I am no longer a five year old boy but a grown man. I've told her several times that addressing me that way makes me feel like a kid but she always has something to say. Something like, no matter my age, I'm still her baby boy.

"Yeah, I saw the text you sent to me last night. I was just too tired to give you a reply," I half-lie.

"Of course. I just called to remind you to come with Davin, Jamal, and Damien. They're all special guests. I promise you it's not going to be like the last time. This is not going to be like other dinner parties. Someone is going to be organizing instead of me,"

"That's really great mum," I say and sigh in relief. I know how disastrous it always ends which is why I am not really excited to attend in the first place. "I think I'd want to come to this one,"

"Julian, so all those times you told me the party was lit, it wasn't?" She says. Her voice has gone a few notches lower and I do not know how to tell her this. I guess I'd have to avoid that question.

"Mum, I really have to get ready for work. I'm almost late— ow! This clipper buzzed me. Bye, mum!"

I ended the call immediately. I know she's going to understand. Nothing actually buzzed me. I'm not just ready to get into that conversation with her. Ending the call is safer.

Once I'm done, I quickly prepare for work, while imagining three of my friends all in their homes, fast asleep like they don't have important duties in their lives.

In less than thirty minutes, I'm out of the house. Today, I have decided to drive in my Bugatti Chiron. Last night clubbing makes me want to move like batman.

Getting to work, I realize that there is not much to do. Now, I see the reason why my friends don't even stress themselves out when it comes to their business.

But I still go into my office, administer tasks to my employees and call for a few unimportant meetings I had been shirking. Now, it doesn't seem unimportant.

Today, we were able to dissect topics which seemed irrelevant to my hearing in the past. A lot of issues were resolved and we rearranged our work ethics before I dismissed them all.

Thirty minutes to lunch and I am already tired of sitting in my office and doing nothing but watching movies and scrolling through the internet so I decide that maybe an early lunch wouldn't be a bad idea.

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JOCELYN'S POV

Today is quite uneventful. Leela made it that way for me. Before doing that, she informed Tiffany and Rosá about our business today as I had told her how offended the women were.

Leela is so nice. Sometimes, I doubt she's our madam. She talks to everyone like she's of the same caliber with them. The same ways she does to me. She likes to carry everyone along and she dishes out leaves like she has abundant food.

Today, we're to look into the budget. The main meals and courses that would be available have been finalized. Same for the theme and drinks. Now, what's left is music and budget.

"I think I want to hire an orchestra," Leela says excitedly.

How do I tell her that it's too expensive and old fashioned?

"Well, we can do that with the help of a DJ." I say quietly, hoping she sees sense in what I'm saying.

"But a dj can not play what the orchestra plays, can they?" Leela asks, frowning.

"They can play anything. Leela, hiring an orchestra is very expensive. I'm not trying to downplay your ability to actually hire them without having a dent in your account. But we can actually host a classy party without being extravagant," I explained to her while taking out my phone.

"With Spotify, you can play any classics. All we have to do is tell the DJ what music we want for the party. I can even mix it so I can hand it over to him,"

"How are we going to do that?" Leela asks in confusion. It's obvious that she has no idea what I'm talking about. I'm sure she has never even heard of Spotify and as much as I want to laugh right now, I know this isn't the right situation.

I explain to her how Spotify works while showing her one of the best classic music. She listens to a few songs and a smile is on her face. She nods in approval.

"I had no idea that this app had these kinds of songs!" Leela exclaimed, clapping. "I only thought it only had new pop songs and the likes. Does it have a library as large as this?"

"Of course, it does. You can even get classics from the fifties. It's all here. All you have to do is type out the title on the search bar and boom, it's there, waiting to be played."

"Patrick Watson is on Spotify?"

"Of course, he is!" I reply to her and immediately search him out. The smile on her face when I play one of his most popular songs is priceless.

"We'd make a compilation of songs we think our guests are going to love. Play it and then find a DJ. We have to know he's authentic so he doesn't disappoint."

"I know one," I say, smiling. My friend Sammy is the first person that comes to mind. I know he's not going to disappoint.