I flicked a fry at him. He caught it midair and popped it into his mouth.
“Still got reflexes,” he said.
“Still hate you,” I replied.
I glanced at the suit again.
“So,” I said, “how’s the empire? The private airline. You running it into the ground yet?”
He gave me a dead stare. “It’s fine,” he said flatly. “Didn’t check much. I just sat in the office, nodded through boring-ass meetings, signed a few papers, looked intimidating, you know, CEO things.”
I smirked. “Sounds productive.”
He stabbed his pasta again. “It fucking sucks. All talk, no action. I can’t even fly my own damn planes until after graduation. But once I take over fully, it’ll be better. Right now, it’s just paperwork and people pretending they matter.”
I chuckled. “Welcome to adulthood.”
He rolled his eyes. “Says the guy who’s basically running an orphanage.”
That made me grin. “At least my meetings involve actual humans instead of balding men in suits.”
He huffed a laugh, then leaned back. “You ever realise how many heirs go to our uni?”
I raised an eyebrow. “What, two? Three?”
He shook his head. “More than that.”
I shrugged. “You, me… who else?”
He pointed his fork at me. “There’s me, airline. You, shipping and logistics. Then there’s Miles Miller, the healthcare bastard who’s practically got almost half of America’s hospitals under his name. That’s three.”
I nodded. “And Matthew Gray.”
Alex squinted. “Who the hell’s Matthew Gray?”
I laughed. “Miles’s best friend. Architect and development heir or some shit. Billion-dollar family. Golden boy.”
“Ohhh right,” Alex said, snapping his fingers. “The quiet one. Doesn’t talk much. Always looks like he’s thinking about taxes.”
“Yeah, him.”
“I thought Miles’s only hobby was breaking hearts,” Alex said. “Didn’t realise his best friend builds buildings.”
“Yeah, he builds shit while Miles breaks shit.”
Alex smirked. “The perfect duo.”
I nodded, resting back against the booth. “So that’s us, huh? The four. Me, you, Miles, Matthew. Four heirs.”
“The golden fuckers of Silverwood.”
I shook my head, biting back a laugh. “Don’t say that out loud, it sounds like a porno.”
He chuckled a little. “Fair.”
I looked out the window, a small smile tugging at my lips. “Still weird, though. Out of thousands of students, only four of us built empires that touch the billions.”
Alex shrugged. “Four spoilt idiots in a sea of rich kids with lawyer dads and surgeon moms.”
