Keeping that in mind, I asked Dad to go through the books meticulously and brought in some trusted people to examine the pesticides. We also pulled an all-nighter, keeping an eye on how the seedlings were doing.
After all that hustle, three days had flown by.
Luckily, we caught it in time. Daniel had the contract ready but was waiting on Dad’s signature. Dad was scared stiff and ran straight to the cops.
Finally, I could catch some sleep without worry.
When I woke up, my phone was blowing up with missed calls and texts from Jeffrey.
[Yazzy, did you remember to buy a lottery ticket on your birthday? Hit me up if you’re the big winner.]
[Yazzy, I’ve been checking out some swanky villas in town. Which one do you reckon has more swagger?]
[Yazzy, check out this Tesla. Pretty cool, huh?] Jeffrey texted, along with a barrage of pics showcasing swanky villas and sleek cars.
I raised an eyebrow and glanced at Jeffrey’s profile picture with a look that screamed, ‘Are you serious?’
[You sure about that?] I texted back. [This Tesla’s sticker price is over one hundred fifty grand!]
He shot back almost instantly, [Sure, it’s only a mid-tier model, but it’ll do.]
Then he bombarded me with a stream of ID pics.
[Hey, Yazzy, if you’re going to buy it, put it in my name, will you? Driving is risky business, and I’m willing to shoulder that for us.]
I tried not to gag. [You’re pulling in, what, seven hundred fifty a month? After gas, can you even keep yourself afloat?]
Jeffrey was shameless. [But I’ve got you, Yazzy. Once you hit that hundred fifty-million jackpot, will we even care about chump change?]
[And come on, Sophie already spilled the beans about your dad setting you up with a seventy-five thousand dollar BMW. I’m the guy here—I can’t be driving anything less than that.]
His audacity floored me. [Why don’t you get your dad to buy you one?]
He was typing… and typing…
After an eternity, or like, three minutes, Jeffrey came back puffing with indignation. [Yazzy, do you think it was a walk in the park for my folks to raise me? I can’t just mooch off them!]
[Your situation is different. You’re an only child, right? Your dad’s money is basically yours down the line. Why not have him jump on our wedding pad?]
