You’re just a boy who got lucky because of my empire.”
“The test is over, Ryan. You failed.”
I hung up the phone. I blocked his number, Vanessa’s number, and everyone associated with them.
I finished my coffee, looked at the beautiful, restored 1960s Rolex on my wrist, and smiled.
It was a beautiful day in California, and for the first time in thirty-two years, I was completely free.
Disclaimer: This story was generated with AI and is entirely fictional. It is intended for entertainment purposes only. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
