Kao
"Took over the business at age twenty five and now, three years after, Tè, as he is fondly called by the Asian motor industry, was finally able to establish himself and even landed a spot in Forbes' thirty under thirty billionaires."
I kept rereading and rereading the part over and over again last night until I fell asleep and now that I was freshly showered waiting for my door to be unlocked from the outside, I still couldn't believe what I had read from the magazine the jerk told me about.
To top it all, he was even on the cover with his smug face and the bold letters that spelled out the word billionaire in all caps.
How did this happen!?!
The Pete I know was struggling to finish high school in a nearby public school, not because he's dumb as I believed he was not back in the days, but because his only parent couldn't afford the miscellaneous fees.
I heaved a sigh and stared at the magazine in my hand.
It only talked about Pete's success in business and a very slight mention of his businessman father whom I had no idea about as he never talked about him before.
It never mentioned about how he got there.
And Thailand!?!
All I know about Pete's father was that he was American and never knew he existed-as what Pete had told me back then.
I ran my hand over the letters on the glossy paper.
It reads, Pete Apollo Gregorio.
I had always known him to be just Pete Gregorio, as what his school Id says back in the days when I was always the one who brings it to him just so he could get inside their school campus as he always forgot it-with me.
I shook my head.
I ought to forget about stuff like these specially about him, really.
Apparently, there's so much I didn't know about the guy.
Oh well, it was just months in the past anyway.
We're practically strangers.
Specially now.
And if this magazine is legit.
Then Pete and I were definitely heaven and earth.
He, being the heaven only because the jerk was filthy rich and not because of any other connotation because the fact is the guy is a huge jerk!
And I didn't care how rich he was, if given a chance, I would still grab the opportunity to throw things at him and smash him in the face.
"You can ask me questions if you like."
I jolted when I saw him hovered over me sitting one the couch.
How did he even got here!?!
"On second thought, let's do it over breakfast, shall we? I had something prepared for you to belatedly celebrate your birthday."
He had that smile on again and all the more I hated him for it.
"Actually, no. Now, could you tell one of your underlings to bring me my stuff. I'm going."
He held me by my arms to stop me and I had to pull away immediately as if burned.
"Nu-uh! Not so fast Mr. Serrano. You should have breakfast first. And belated birthday celebration, remember?"
He said after he recovered from his surprise with how I forcefully took my arm away.
"How many times do I have to tell you!?! It's not my birthday. You might have mistaken me for some body else."
