I work hard for the next three days and do not see a soul. I donot leave my apartment in the chateau. I do not even see William, or her.
I get up, I run, I have meals delivered to my door, and in the evenings, I do a hundred laps in the indoor pool.
I work hard, with zero time lost. I read the best of the best movie screenplays. They come from my team in Manhattan and they have been pre-approved. I then decide which ones to finance, and we greenlight fast.
At times, I stand on the balcony to get fresh air, and every now and then, I ride my horse.
The only regular time out of my apartment is my daily sunrise run or my visit to the massive enclosure to see Tusk.
Tusk, the tiger cub my sister and I grew up with. Tusk has a massive part of the forest, and he needs it. He needs space, as do I. We have grown up, and grown old, together.
My sister and I played with him when he was young and cat-sized.
Tusk’s mother had been shot in the wild, so he is an orphan. An orphan that must be protected.
My mother and father traveled to exotic countries in the day, and they gave money to various causes, as do I.
After learning of the tiger cub and hearing it would likely die in the jungle, they asked a diplomat friend in Washington to help.
Stamps and paperwork followed, and Tusk was brought here, from India, to be protected. He was handed to my darling sister. She and I then brought him up, and he was like a brother.
My daily time with Tusk is something that has never changed.
The camaraderie Tusk and I have is important for us both.
Tusk is the only family I have left in the world, and he is the only family I will ever have.
After several intense days,the master plan and media conglomerate is going well. I am finally back on schedule, which is a heck of a relief.
I suspect we will need five hundred staff in NY, Chicago, LA, and Miami. At times, it’s hard to calculate and hard to imagine.
I work hard and remain in the zone. I also avoid the distractions of her, and I ignore the distractions of the lingering storm as it continues to batter our estate.
As I pace near the old leather books and paintings, I try to think.
To think of the perfect Asian ad agency, media company, or entertainment company to buy.
I want a major Japanese media company in on the deal, and I have a billion set aside to buy one.
We, in return, will get access to Japanese clients. Japan is still a massive economy and a powerhouse of tech and innovation.
We will also use the Tokyo company to help promote and pump movies, media, TV, and magazines. It will be a win-win.
My two old friends, Troy and Rhett, whom I’ve known for a decade, are locked in.
We’ve all done very well and are all media billionaire bachelors. Somehow, none of us have managed to settle down and find a woman.
I suspect they will both settle one day, but I will not.
Ever.
I am too used to my freedom. Too used to my ways, and I do not date or screw anymore.
As I pace, I think about the top three Japanese media companies and what media they have access to. I stare out the window, deep in thought.
I work hard talking to my bankers for the rest of the day. We finally arrange the capital needed, and we even have thebuffer in place.
I feel like I’ve done well, and I feel like releasing some pent-up energy. I go down to my indoor pool and I strip down. I then see her, in my fucking pool.
