Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63854 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63854 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
If I go, I’ll have to be careful not to let my parents know about us hanging out together. Also, I’ll have to sneak around behind their backs and make sure there are no photos posted on social media where my parents can stumble upon them.
Like I said, my parents don’t tolerate anything outside the norm.
“You won’t be the fifth wheel. We’re friendly and super inclusive, I promise,” Tony says with a teasing smile. “But unfortunately, there won’t be drinks. Greg and I have to go home before our babysitter’s curfew.”
“Ah, too bad. Maybe some other time.”
“Yeah. We’ll make it happen,” Tony says before he gives me a small wave and disappears into the throng of loud students in the hall, who are laughing, cheering, and high-fiving one another.
It’s the weekend, and everybody’s having fun—everybody, that is, except for me.
Mason
I fucking love running my own business, especially when the money’s flowing in like water, now that it’s taking off.
One big perk? I can be home early for Thanksgiving—almost two whole months early.
And because my business partners are my brothers, all of us are home in Ashbourne right now—well, three of us, at least.
The twins are coming tomorrow because it’s Friday and there are some clients they want to meet in person before the weekend.
We’ve been working our asses off for years, and finally the business is stable enough for us to let our staff handle it for a while. The last few holiday seasons, our parents had to visit us in the city because we couldn’t get away from work.
Ah, it feels like old times.
Well, maybe not exactly like old times.
As my brothers and I step out of my red, convertible Porsche in downtown Ashbourne, all eyes are on us.
To be fair, we’ve always drawn some attention because the ladies have always loved us (and most of us love the ladies back).
Right now, though, it’s not just the ladies who are staring at us. And they’re not just paying attention to the way we look but also at the things we have—like my luxury car, Ollie’s shiny watch, and Liam’s expensive camera.
Another thing that’s different from the old times? We’re not sleeping in our old bedrooms in the house we grew up in. Instead, the twins and Ollie are staying with Mom, while Liam and I are with Dad.
Like our parents, we’ve split up, but we’re still kind of together.
My life’s going perfectly to plan. It’s always been my dream to start and build a successful business; I just didn’t know how to get here.
But I found my answer in my brother. Who knew Ollie’s idea could turn all five of us into wealthy men?
Honestly, when Ollie first mentioned “medical tourism,” I had no idea what it was.
But now, I could probably teach a Medical Tourism 101 course, just using the information stored in my brain. No need for textbooks or anything. Those broke college students would love having me teach them.
I’m not going to do that, though.
Firstly, as hot as a professor-student tryst sounds, I don’t need to be on any campus to impress college chicks. My brothers and I are starting to gain some recognition in the media, and let’s just say we’ve been getting offers from women of all ages.
And secondly, we have the secret to success now. We’ve found the pot of gold. The way business is going right now, I wouldn’t trade my knowledge for anything. This shit is better than alchemy . . . or winning the lottery.
So why would I share our secrets, especially when college professors get paid peanuts compared to what we’re making?
Besides, it’s not like just anyone can replicate our success. My brothers and I make the best team. Each of us has his own area of expertise, and we happen to complement one another.
We’ve been working at this for five years since Ollie graduated college and could finally devote himself to our business full time. He believed in it so much he decided not to apply for a hospital internship after he graduated medical school.
Even though Ollie’s our youngest brother, his faith in this business gave the rest of us the kick in the pants we needed to quit our jobs, too.
Liam was a young lawyer at a prestigious firm at the time. I was a portfolio manager in a hedge fund company. The twins were consistently the top sales representatives at one of the biggest insurance companies in the country.
It wasn’t easy to give up those jobs, but we knew we had to do it.
We’d been talking about our own family business for years, as we were growing up. We’d gotten the idea from some movie that I can’t remember anymore now.
Then, the idea had just taken a life of its own from there. We’d talked about it often—at the dining table, in the school bus, late at night when the lights had been turned off and it was time to sleep . . . And later, as one by one we’d gone to college, we’d continued to discuss the idea over the phone.