🔶Caspian Gray-27, lawyer

(Studying for a lawyer is between 5 and 7 years)

Lionel's 3-5-6-9

🔶Dion Wilson-28, business man, millionaire

(From a rich family and started business young)

🔶Ira Pierce-34, Dion's uncle- from mom's side

(1.Dion's mom-oldest-46

2.Sister-43

3.Sister-40

4.Brother- 36

5.Ira-youngest-34)

🔶Asa Cohen-29, Caspian's step brother from mom's side

( Not blood related. Caspian's mom is divorced and dating Asa's dad for some years now.)

Note: people in their late 20's and early 30's are not old. If anyone's thinking that. Sometimes readers are triggered if they see characters over like ... 27☠️Not you doing like life ends when you are 30. Damn. Old to me is 65+ so, chille, anyGays. Let them have romance 👹.

🔶Orson- 27, Caspian's Neighbor and friend

🔶Reggie-30, Dion's assistant

🔶Osvaldo Finnegan-owner of the company that hired Caspian

🔶Scott-dion's lawyer

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Caspian's pov

Aw. Is he jealous? I don't care.

I invite Orson to us because I'm glad i know at least someone.

"So this is my neighbor. I totally forgot this is the bar he works at.

What a coincidence."

"Hi." Orson smiles at hem cutely and both Reggie and Ira can't break the eye contact.

"Reggie. I'm thinking about calling Asa.

So ... This man calms down a bit." I flash a look to Dion.

"I'm calm."

"No. You're not."

"Yeah. Call him. Does he live close?" Reggie smiles

"Yes. He does. And I don't think he is doing anything important at almost nine pm.

He likes parties. I'm sure he will come here."

"I think I will go to the bar and join Orson.

I don't want to sit here alone.

And I'm sure my nephew has a lot to say.

You have a very ....unique clothing choices for a lawyer but i support it. " Ira pats my shoulder.

"I hope you don't mind I'm going with you, it's. ..." I hear him talk to Orson and walk away.

"Okay. I'm calling Asa." I pick up my phone.

It went something like: I'm at a club with Wilson. What the fuck, you are with him , how, get his dick. No, i will not have his dick , i don't care about him. Shut up , you already went don't me a bitch. Reggie is here and he wants to see you. Holy shit, I'm totally going. I knew it, bye.

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Dion is looking at me mad. Still because of the shirt.

"And why couldn't i wear this? My body, my choice?

Or are you too misogynistic to realize.

Do you feel better when you control people?"

"I'm not misogynistic at all. What the hell?

I just don't want some perverts here to rape you. That's all." He says.

"I'm good. I can protect myself. Just because I'm gay and a bit shorter doesn't mean I'm weak."

"I didn't say you are.

I just don't like how your nipples are showing.

And your stomach. And sides. Back. Collar bones.

Guys are into these things."

"By guys he means himself." Reggie says, "I'm shocked you agreed.

He is not a good lover at all. And he might fire me for this but he snores.

It's awful."

"Reginald. I will give you the report on your leave on Monday.

Now leave from the table and go wait for the long lost brother somewhere else."

"His stomach hurts from too much coffee and doesn't like snakes." Reggie laughs.

Obviously drunk right now and runs away.

Ira is sitting at the bar talking to Orson. Orson is absolutely obsessed with him.

"Your tummy hurts?" I mock Wilson.

"No. I don't know where he took the lies from.

What ever. So, do you have some cases now?"

"No."

"Do you need mu help?"

"Ew. No." I look at him weird.

"I could help you. You just need practice."

"I have enough practice. But it's hard when the other side doesn't play by the rules."

I give a look.

"Okay. Yes. I admit it. I did those frauds.

Here is my confession. Do you want to record it? Take it to the court.

Do you even know how hard it is being a business man.

The more money you have, the more the state takes on taxes.

Every deal you make. Taxes. Every file. Oh, we decided you need to pay more money.

Everyone thinks it's so fucking easy to have a company and become a millionaire.

It's not! You don't even know how much money they took from me.

And even when they shouldn't. So excuse me for my 'frauds' but can you really say you would do the same in my place? "

I sit there embarrassed a little.

"Okay. I get it. I don't rly understand business so ..."

"Well it's really fucking hard. I started young.

I even had support from my father. And even after the years I only make five million a year.

(5 000 000 💲

4 440 900💶

578 280 000💴)

And yeah, i know it may be a lot you.

But in business. It's so not that lot.

Of course I have more millions in my properties but the salary is still more important.

I know people who make twenty million. Forty. How? Frauds. Scams.

Keeping a luxury life costs you a lot. It's not just looking pretty in a suit.

So ... I'm sorry you see me as such a horrible person.

I'm not saying I'm a saint. But what's the point of being good when everyone else tries to rob you off money anyway?"

"I didn't ...think about it like this.

And five million salary is great.

I think it's everyone's dream. So you sure CAN feel better about yourself. "

Maybe he's into something.

"Sorry. I didn't want to yell. I just hate when people say I'm so lucky since I have money.

It has nothing to do with luck. Only hard work.

But sure if you want to go to the police then go ahead.

But so you know. Finnegan used this case only for his public advertising.

He wanted more attention on his companies and he got it.

So, i hope he paid you enough."

"Not really " i shrug.

"Hm ...so maybe you were robbed of money too."

I look at Asa smiling at Reggie.

"You want to dance?" I ask.

" If it makes you stop asking me about the case."

"I'll stop. I just feel old sitting here while everyone is having a good time.

We are too young to not enjoy it."

"The blouse."

I start to walk away backwards from him pretending to take it off as he runs to me.