This is already better than television.
“Preston.”
“Yeah?”
“Why are you using my son?”
“I wasn't using him.”
Pierre leans toward the phone.
“He paid me.”
Xavier goes completely still.
I turn toward our child.
“He what?”
Preston says quickly, “It wasn't real money.”
Pierre looks personally wounded.
“You said equity.”
I cover my mouth.
Xavier stares at the phone.
“Equity in what?”
“Future venture.”
“What future venture?”
A pause.
“Still structuring that.”
I begin laughing.
Xavier shoots me a look.
I can't help it.
“You gave a five-year-old equity for hacking a girl's school records?”
“I asked for publicly available intelligence.”
Pierre says, “Student schedules aren't public.”
Another pause.
“Okay, that part may have evolved.”
Xavier's jaw tightens.
“Who is she?”