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“A growth spurt?” Derek questions her with a nervous chuckle.
“I was the head of the cheer team.” Tiffany laughs. “We fucked the night of senior prom, Derek. I know what you’re packing in your pants.”
Derek is up and gone in a flash.
The two women next to me laugh as he bolts down Broadway. I stare out at the billboard of Alexander, wondering what I’ve gotten myself into.
Chapter 37
Alexander
Derek Tocher is a schmuck. He has nothing to offer Olivia.
“Who’s that?” Jack peers over my shoulder at the screen of my phone and the headshot of Tocher from his brokerage firm’s website.
“No one.” I exit the site and drop my phone in my pocket.
“His mother would disagree with you.” Jack pats me on the shoulder as he rounds his desk. “I’ve got everything together for you, Alex.”
I watch as he drops a stack of papers on his desk. “Tell me this is the right thing to do, Jack.”
“Do you want me to answer that as your friend or your financial advisor?”
“Both.”
He falls into his chair. “It’s the right thing to do. It’s smart. You’re not going to regret this.”
I hope to hell I’m not.
I’m not a wealthy man. I’m not a poor man.
I’m comfortable with a little breathing room.
Jack’s kept me on
track because I pay him to do that. He’s helped my money grow to the point where I can do something like this.
I can invest in my future, and other people’s as well.
“You don’t look convinced.” He leans back in his chair.
I rest both hands on the edge of his desk, looking back at his open office door. His assistant, Everly, took off for the day when I arrived.
I have no fucking clue if she was off the clock or if Jack sent her on her way so we could discuss this in private.
Either way, I’m glad this is just between the two of us.
“I’m confident in what I’m doing,” I say gruffly. “I put a lot of thought into it.”
“I’m confident in it too.” He picks up a pen and taps it against the edge of his steel desk. “You’ve come a long way, Alex. I have to admit, I didn’t see this coming.”
I didn’t either, but I’ve learned recently that life doesn’t give a shit about the plans you make. What matters is what you do with the opportunities you’re presented.
“How soon can we get moving on this?” I point at the stack of papers. “Do I need to sign any of those?”
He hands me the pen. “Get comfortable. You’re signing every last one of these.”
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