Chapter 9

All to impress Harvard, which would lead to the “B” school, which would land him in a big Wall Street firm, which would lead to his first million before he was thirty.

“Do you think it’s the right goal?” his father asked as he prepared to send his firstborn off to Harvard.

“You have a point, Daddy,” Jade said. “I mean, the market’s been stagnant. Poor President Bush. The guy’s the Typhoid Mary of the economy. Mark my words: He’ll never get a second term.”

“You sure?” John Virgil teased, laughing at his son’s confidence in his own opinions, so much like Isa.

“Sure as I’m standing here in front of you. And here’s another prediction I’ll make: The minute Bush leaves office, the economy’s going to turn around. I want to be there to cash in when it does.”

“Well, you’ve always been good at scenting the wind,” John Virgil acknowledged. “Only—”

“Only what?”