“I guess my body is still wired to get up before the crack of dawn,” she explains.
“As the CEO of a successful multimillion dollar business, you should be allowed to sleep in while you’re on your mini vacation.”
Her eyes pop open.
“We did it,” she shakes her head. That’s been her go to phrase every time realization hits. “It wasn’t all a dream, right?”
“It’s a dream all right, but we’re fully awake,” I wink.
“I know I sound like a broken record. Thanks for humoring me.”
“That’s what I’m here for.”
We exchange a warm smile.
Within forty-eight hours of kicking off the crowdfunding campaign, we had sold a whopping twelve thousand bikes. At four thousand dollars a pop, you do the math. If the momentum keeps up, we’ll be on track to double that many orders within the next two weeks. Yeah, life is good.
“A couple months ago, I was certain I was going to end up bankrupt and homeless––”
“Look at you now.”
“Look at me now,” she echoes. “I can’t believe how much money we made in a matter of days.”
“It’s all about having the right partners.”
“We’re a pretty kickass dream team,” she smiles.
“I won’t argue with you,” I smile back. “Joseph is so excited by how well things turned out, he’ll stick around in LA for another couple of months to help before going back into retirement in Ibiza. He texted me this morning.”
“God, that man knows a thing or two about making a boat load of money fast.”
“Shane promised he’d blow our minds.”
“He certainly did.”
Jules reaches out for the iPad.
“I wonder what’s trending today,” she says with feigned innocence.
I chuckle.
She scrolls the screen, an evil grin stretching her lips.
“Oh, look, the press is still persecuting Hillary. Poor her.” She infuses the statement with enough sarcasm to choke a whale.
“She wanted the spotlight? She fucking got the spotlight,” I chime in.
“I don’t know who’s been advising her, but she should’ve focused her energy on suing them rather than suing me.”
“I’m not sure what she spiked her Kool-Aid with when she thought she had a leg to stand on,” I say.
If I wasn’t living in LA and working in the entertainment industry, I’d be tempted to say Hillary Twatt’s lawsuit was the most frivolous in history. After Jules was served, she texted the three of us, desperate for backup. Collin couldn’t get out of a prior engagement, but Shane and I debarked at her office like soldiers ready to declare war. We hired the best lawyers money can buy. Once we had the peace of mind Hillary was delusional, we ignored her distracting antics and kept focusing on our goals. The money hungry bitch wouldn’t have it. She huffed and puffed and threatened to blow the house in. When that didn’t work, she turned to the media as a last-ditch resort. The interview that aired yesterday on CNN was an aberration. I can’t believe the network thought her flimsy lawsuit was newsworthy. It had more holes than a cheese grater. It just goes to show what a good publicist can do. Collin suggested Jules retaliates with an interview on Wire News Network's Enews, aka WNN’s entertainment program, but our legal team refused to give any substance to that deranged woman’s accusations.
“I’m so happy it never slipped from my lips that I had found solid business partners,” Jules says.
“I told you. One word, and you would’ve never been able to get rid of her. She’s a bloodsucking leech. Plain and simple.”
The bitch was suing Fit Thonix for five million dollars, claiming Jules conned her into selling her shares of a very profitable business by lying about the potential. It’s such bullshit, it’s laughable. The woman is such an idiot, she forgot about how well she harassed Jules. The trail of text messages and countless voicemails are proof she was never coerced to relinquish her shares. The judge didn’t waste any time throwing her case out of court.
