I Inherited Trillions, Now What?

Chapter 41 The Gang

David Morgan leaned back in his chair, his phone still warm in his hand from the abrupt end of the call with Alexander Blackwell. He stared at the screen for a moment, his piercing blue eyes narrowing slightly in thought. His assistant, Malcolm, stood hesitantly by the door, a folder clutched tightly in his hands.

"Sir, the board is ready for you," Malcolm said, his voice careful but firm. "Mr. Dimon and the others are expecting your input on the quarterly performance strategy."

David's gaze shifted to Malcolm, his expression impassive. He rose smoothly, adjusting the cuffs of his tailored navy suit. "Tell them the meeting is rescheduled."

Malcolm blinked, momentarily thrown off balance. "Rescheduled, sir? But this is critical. JPMorgan's entire executive team is waiting, and the agenda includes the acquisition discussion. You—"

David cut him off with a wave of his hand. "We'll discuss acquisitions another day. For now, I have somewhere more urgent to be."

Malcolm's brow furrowed in confusion. "Urgent? Sir, perhaps I can inform them that there's a pressing matter with..." He paused, clearly searching for a suitable excuse. "A high-value client?"

David glanced at Malcolm with a faint smirk, his usual calm demeanor touched with amusement. "Tell them I need to check on some cars."

Malcolm's jaw slackened slightly, the professional veneer cracking. "Cars, sir? Did you say... cars?"

David ignored the incredulity in his assistant's tone and strode past him, the soft click of his shoes echoing in the spacious office. His words, casual but resolute, lingered in the air. "Yes, Malcolm. Cars. And no, I'm not joking."

As Malcolm stood frozen in the doorway, David entered the private elevator that led directly to the underground parking lot of JPMorgan's headquarters. The doors closed with a soft chime, leaving Malcolm behind, still clutching his folder.

In the expansive parking lot, David's gaze landed on his car of choice: an Aston Martin Valkyrie. The hypercar gleamed under the dim lights, its aggressive lines and aerodynamic design a testament to both engineering brilliance and exclusivity. With only a handful of these cars in existence, the Valkyrie epitomized the pinnacle of automotive luxury—a fitting match for David Morgan's status.

"Right this way," she said, her voice as neutral as ever.

David turned his attention to Alexander, who was leaning casually against one of the newly delivered cars. "Hey, David," Alexander said in his usual calm tone. "Weren't you supposed to be in a meeting?"

David grinned, his energy a sharp contrast to Alexander's reserved demeanor. "My cold, calculating friend finally falls in love with luxury cars, and you expect me to stay away? Of course I'm here to guide you." He strolled past Everlyn, who watched him with an unchanging expression, and began inspecting the lineup of vehicles.

He stopped in front of the Centodieci, his eyes lighting up. "Is that the Centodieci?" he asked, circling the car with appreciation. "I wanted to get one of these, but a friend of mine snatched up the last one in Europe. I did hear one was in New York, but then I saw this beauty," he said, gesturing toward his Aston Martin parked nearby, "and lost interest."

David leaned back, appraising the cars again. "These are nice, Alex. What's wrong with them? They're perfectly modified."

Alexander's gaze shifted slightly. "The bodywork—Mansory, isn't it? I'll probably have them work on mine." He glanced at Everlyn. "I'm also thinking of hiring a luxury curator."

David froze mid-step, turning to Alexander with mock incredulity. "Who are you, and what have you done with my friend?" he exclaimed, throwing his hands up. "Alexander Blackwell, hiring a luxury curator? Considering Mansory?"

Alexander remained silent, his expression unreadable as always. David smirked and clapped his hands together. "Hold up. There's this auction I'm attending later today. Since you're finally ready to stop living like a prude, you should come with me."

"Okay," Alexander said simply.

David's jaw dropped. "Wait, what? Are you actually coming along? For real?"

Alexander nodded, his lack of hesitation leaving David momentarily stunned. Recovering quickly, David's eyes sparkled with mischief. "This is unreal. Hold on... Catherine's in town today. I could invite her, and we could all go—just like old times!"

He pulled out his phone, a gleaming device encased in custom gold and onyx and scrolled through his contacts. "The gang is back together!" he declared dramatically as he hit dial. The excitement in his voice carried across the dock, earning a faint smile from Everlyn and a raised brow from Alexander as David waited for Catherine to pick up.