CHAPTER 31

“Your Ro... Robert is the fucking Robert fucking Brantley? Dude what the fuck!!!”

Jason was fan-boy’ing. He was walking on my bed barefooted and fanning his face with his hands.

Yup, definitely fan-boy’ing.

“He is not my Ro... Robert. Yes, his name is Robert Brantley.”

“Dude, you know, who he is? A fucking legend. A legend like King Arthur. He is a myth. He literally built his entire empire from dust. He started working as a construction worker at the age of eight. He is a billionaire now. He is my freaking fucking idol. Duuuude. He is my role model because he gives me hope. I wanna...”

I was feeling so proud.

I chuckled. Who was I to him anyways!

A sunflower watching the Sun.

Nope.

A moth to a flame, feeling proud of the glow while burning alive.

“Are you okay? I forgot how you might me feeling.”

“Take me to the balloons, slave.”

“Hop on, goose.”