The Billionaire Darkness

Chapter Fifty Five

Getting back to the car I slipped into the back seat and was met by the gazes of both my friends.

"What did he say?" Angela asks moving her hair off her face and securing it with a blue beanie.

"He apologized... I accepted it".

"For being an ass when driving you home the other night?".

He was more then an ass.

"Yeah, surprised he didn't hit me for slamming his car door when I left to walk home".

"Don't let him break you Olivia" Paris says giving me a smile, "also if he does I got baseball bats".

"Psychopath personality alert" I tease as Angela pulled away from the curb.

"I'm not a psychopath" Paris says looking at me from the front seat.

"Yes you are" Angela chimes in.

"I hate both of you" she huffs though I could see the smile on her face in the window.

"Sure you do" Angela replies as we headed off through the streets of Brooklyn.

"Where are we going?" I ask noticing that we were heading towards Williamsburg.

"I'm taking the fastest route I know to SoHo" Angela replies taking a corner and heading towards Manhattan.

I had momentarily forgotten that was where Angela and her parents lived, though they wanted her to go to school in Brooklyn, which was understandable it wasn't as busy and people were probably was more polite then Manhattan.

At least I always assumed that.

Passing over the northern most bridge that I knew of from Brooklyn into Manhattan.

Most of the city lived here five million from what I knew and all if not most of them were all scrabbling to make it big in this city to become someone, yet the humour was people went to wall street for stocks but the biggest businesses were in the Financial District and all of it was being towered over by the One World Trade Center and the new Winters Enterprises building.

I can't even imagine being in one of those buildings let alone work in one.

The few that did that ran their businesses from the top floor were probably some of the most arrogant people in the city. Winters Enterprises tower wasn't done yet it supposedly was close but not fully there yet.

Either way when Adrian Winters took over we all would likely have to suffer.

As we reached the end of the bridge I lost sight of the tallest part of Manhattan and began to look around as Angela drove through the streets.

When Angela finally parked curbside to the building she and her parents lived in.

I then got out before they all followed and we headed into the building which Angela led us up to her family's loft.

When she opened the doors we all walked into a warmly designed home with chocolate coloured wooden flooring, and tan walls with leather furniture and exterior brick walls that were painted to match the rest of the home.

"This is nice" I breath looking around at the home and kicking off my shoes before wandering over to the window where I felt the golden sunset on my face as I looked through the city.

I hadn't ever been to her house before though if I lived in Manhattan I wouldn't really want my friends to know either. Real Estate was expensive here and to afford homes like this people had to make a lot of money.

"I can see you living in this kind of home Olivia" Paris says.

"I don't know maybe" I reply.

"She's kinda right a penthouse would suit you".

"Yeah her and her husband, they'd be dual income one percent earners".

"Money isn't important to me there are people that would be better suited for that money".

"You're too pure sometimes, no one gets rich by following the rules" Angela says.

"Some people do" I counter turning to see both my friends holding glasses with liquid in them.

"Like who?" Paris asks. "The rich people from home in Mexico are cartel members".

"Jamie Dimon" I reply, "worked hard to make a company on wall street, he's worth a billion dollars" I reply as I remembered a documentary I'd watched about him.

"Okay well most people don't, I bet you anything the wealthiest people in New York made their money in a dirty way" Angela remarks.

"Richest person in New York is Michael Bloomberg".

"Financial Information and Media company. That's where him and his family will have made most of their money from" I reply.

"How did you find all that out?" Paris asks giving me a curious look.

"Research project" I reply before walking over to where my friends were.

"That sounds right for you. Wait why are you an aspiring Neurosurgeon when you know so much about business".

Of course she picks that out.

"Because I want to help people" I reply softly, and they both nod while sitting down on the side of couch.

"Where are your parents" Paris asks looking around as she took the giant bag of chocolate almonds out of the closet pantry.

"They went out, wanted to do a lunch with family" Angela says looking at Paris who had taken to looking through the Christmas movie marathon that tended to happen each year.

"Instead of being here with you" Paris says sounding a little bit judgmental.

"Well we are here to make your day better" I say jumping over the couch and landing cross legged beside her with my hands on my thighs.

"How are you so bubbly even though you had to deal with your shit boyfriend?" Paris puzzles.

"Because being around you both makes my day better" I reply as Angela settled for Home Alone.

How classic.

We all then sat back before at some point Paris got up to get more snacks for the rest of us though I had a small suspicion she did it more for herself then us, but I didn't really care, I didn't eat much anyways.

Paris did however at some point fall asleep on Angela and Angela fell asleep holding her.

"I'm not even surprised" I smile, muttering under my breath.

I then stood slowly and pulled a blanket over them before walking to the door and setting it to close and lock in a minute.

Getting downstairs to the lobby I sent my mom a message telling her my friends fell asleep and I needed a ride before I pulled my jacket tight and buttoned it before walking out onto the snowy sidewalk and watching as taxis and standard cars drove by.

I was used to the noises and peace of Brooklyn but there was something welcoming here in Manhattan something that made it seem like home.

My thoughts were however interrupted as my mom drove up and pulled to the curb allowing me to get in and buckle my seat quickly to remain out of traffic as I got inside.

She then pulled away as my belt buckle clicked before she made a U turn and went back towards Brooklyn, where I'd grown up all my life. Though one more time as we passed over the bridge I glanced at the grey ascending tower on the far end of Manhattan, and it transfixed me making me curious how things might be different in the next few years because of it.


Again late update, these will probably be normal for the next two weeks I'm in Alberta, just late and short. Comment, vote, and share. Anyways

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