They Made Me Take The Bus To Dad's Party—While My Helicopter Waited

They Made Me Take The Bus To Dad's Party—While My Helicopter Waited
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The 7:15 city bus lurched to a stop outside the Crystal Palace Hotel, its doors hissing open to release me into the crisp morning air. My cousin Emma's Mercedes was already parked in the circular driveway, next to Aunt Patricia's Bentley and Uncle Robert's Rolls-Royce. The annual family gathering for Dad's birthday was about to begin.
"Did you really take the bus again?" The doorman asked, recognizing me from previous years. If he noticed the Patek Philippe watch partially hidden under my sleeve, he didn't mention it.
"It's good for the environment," I replied, smoothing my deliberately modest blazer. The helicopter pad on my office building remained empty, my personal aircraft waiting for the perfect moment.
The hotel's grand ballroom was already filling with family members, all dressed in designer labels and dripping with success. Fifty-five stories above them, my penthouse office commanded a view of the entire city - not that any of them knew that.
"Look who finally made it," Emma called out, waving her champagne glass. "Still saving for a car, cousin?"
I checked my phone discreetly. Another alert from my global operations team: "Emergency board meeting required. Asian markets experiencing unprecedented movement."
"Public transportation is underrated," I replied, accepting a glass of the champagne I actually owned through one of my holding companies. The same holding company that had just acquired a controlling interest in three major automotive manufacturers.
Uncle Robert couldn't resist joining in. "Thirty-five years old and still riding the bus. When I was your age..."
"You had already made your first million," I finished for him, thinking of the offshore accounts where my latest acquisition had added another billion to my net worth. "We've all heard the story."
Mom swept over, pearls gleaming. "Darling, you could at least have taken a taxi. What will the neighbors think?"
"Which neighbors?" I asked mildly. "The ones in the building I own, or the ones in the building I'm about to acquire?"
They laughed, assuming it was a joke. The same way they'd laughed when I started my "little investment company" ten years ago. Now that "little company" controlled major transportation networks across three continents.

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