The world spread out in front of Cal like the ground over which a high-flying bird soars. Things that seemed far away, like the sound of a sports car speeding by in the distance, were suddenly close at the swipe of a bank card. A few years ago he'd made a pact with one of his friends, but it wasn't the same pact he'd made with Timothy. Cal and his friend had agreed to buy a luxury car for the loser of a bet. The bet was that the first one to reach ten million would buy a pre-selected car for the one who had not yet reached $10,000,000.
- Greetings poor man, ha-ha.
- Greetings homeless man. Ha-ha-ha.
- How you doing? Long time no see.
- I'm good. Business is good, I'm alive and well, nothing much going on. How are you?
- I got some good news for you, bro, guess what?
- You getting married? Why don't you come over to my place and we'll have a little chat?
- That's what I was gonna suggest. I'll be right there.