With that thought, Amelia told the others: “You guys should get some sleep.”
She’d handle the rest herself.
Everyone else was dead tired anyway, so they said their goodbyes.
By the time Amelia got back to her place, it was super late.
She was paranoid about oversleeping and missing Mila’s school pickup, so she set like ten different
alarms.
Only then did she crash.
Meanwhile, Louie dodged his older brothers and laid out Amelia’s plan to Percival.
Percival didn’t immediately approve or disapprove–he just studied his third grandson from head to toe, really taking his time.
It made Louie squirm.
“Grandpa, why are you looking at me like that?” Louie said nervously. “Did I fuck something up?”
Percival settled into his chair, his face unreadable.
Louie got even more freaked out.
Was this good news or bad?
The old man was impossible to read.
“I honestly have no clue how she ended up picking you
Percival shook his head, still eyeing Louie: “You’re decent–looking, I’ll give you that. But that temper of yours is shit. You’ve never come close to your brothers always jumping in ass first without thinking. What the hell did she see in you?”
Louie was so…
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He was fucking livid!
He wasn’t just “decent–looking“-he was hot as hell!
His dad had always been a sucker for beautiful women so his genetics were solid.
He’d been linked to tons of female celebrities and was erally voted one of the city’s hottest bachelors!
Plus after all this time learning from Amelia, he’d gotten way better at controlling his temper.
But this was his grandfather–he couldn’t exactly tell him to shut up.
Louie felt completely victimized.
Percival read his grandson like an open book and snorted.
Louie’s head dropped even lower: “Grandpa…”
Percival sighed deeply and said seriously: “You better figure out why she chose you.”
He continued: “She’s scary smart, brilliant strategist, and even when she’s totally screwed she can find a way to fight back in minutes. That’s next–level stuff. If she wasn’t trying to divorce Nathan and stuck hiding her identity because of that cooling–off bullshit, Vivian would get destroyed.”
“And from what I can tell, she doesn’t even think Vivian’s worth her time. She’s got her own game plan.”
Percival tried to guide him:
“Louie, right now you’re her ally. But what if she was your enemy? Would you be scared shitless?”
“At that charity thing, she was absolutely brilliant. Same with this. This isn’t luck–it’s pure skill.”
“She could handle all this solo, so why the hell did she Dick you?”
Louie hadn’t seen these questions coming.
Honestly, he’d never really thought about it.
It just seemed natural–Amelia chose him, and they teaned up.
“Grandpa…” Louie thought hard, then said, “Maybe because she used my company to sell music before? And we’re friends, plus I had this show?”
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Percival grabbed his cane and smacked Louie upside the head.
“Ow! Grandpa, that fucking hurt!” Louie whined.
Percival looked exasperated: “What’s this about selling music through your company?”
Louie explained how he’d felt bad about Amelia quitting the industry and created the “Amor” alias for her to sell songs.
“She barely made any money from it anyway,” Louie muttered. “She was Nathan’s wife back then, and he spoiled her rotten. Couldn’t have been about pocket change.”
Percival gave Louie the most patronizing look.
“For a second I thought you’d developed a brain. My mistake.”
Percival stared at his stubborn grandson: “I think I get it now. She’s loyal.”
Something clicked for him: “She spent years grinding alongside Nathan, probably because she’s loyal to people who matter to her.”
“What a waste…” Percival shook his head.
“What’s wrong with that?” Louie said. “Isn’t loyalty good?”
Percival just gave him a long, meaningful look without answering.
“I’ll give you one thing,” Percival switched topics. “You’re honest.”
Translation: you’re a simple–minded idiot…
Always saying exactly what’s on your mind.
Mainly because his explosive temper couldn’t keep any hing bottled up.
Though he’d been getting sneakier lately!
Heh.
“Seven AM tomorrow, all the investor reps are coming here. Let’s see what you’ve got,” Percival said and
-headed to bed.
“Wait, Grandpa! Did I pass the test or what?!” Louie called after him.
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Percival didn’t even bother responding.
If he’d failed, would he still be running his mouth?
Amelia woke up perfectly on time.
Sleep–deprived and groggy as hell, she could barely make her body cooperate to get ready.
Shower, organize, change clothes–Amelia powered through everything, grabbed coffee, and drove to get
Mila for school.
At a red light, she checked her messages.
7:30 AM already. She looked at the group chat.
Everyone else had crashed, and who knew what was happening with Louie. Just last night’s message: “Handled grandpa.”
Amelia figured the 7 AM meeting might still be going.
Louie had explained Percival’s setup last night.
Amelia immediately got it–scheduling for 7 AM was Percival being worried his grandson couldn’t handle pressure, giving him all night to prep.
Seven AM also meant getting answers before the major investment firms officially opened.
Smart compromise timing.
Right then, Louie’s message popped up.
“All set.”
Before Amelia could respond, another message from Louie appeared.
“But… didn’t need that excuse.”
Amelia’s brow furrowed. What the hell?
She texted asking if they could talk.
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Louie called immediately.
Amelia plugged in her earpiece.
“Louie, what happened?” Amelia asked, totally confused.
Had the investors shot down their reasoning?
Did Louie use some other method to steamroll the situation?
But what method could possibly work?
Amelia was stumped.
“Too complicated to explain right now. The investors are still here, gotta keep them happy. Meet at the
office later.”
Louie had called in a rush and hung up just as fast.
Leaving Amelia completely in the dark.
The light turned green and Amelia hit the gas.
Cruising along, she told herself to stop overthinking and just focus on getting Mila to school.
She flicked on the radio, hoping for some music to clear her head.
The DJ was saying: “Good morning listeners, today is…”
Amelia glanced at the date.
Day 28 of the divorce cooling–off period.
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