Meeting Jackson in the lobby.

We entered the company, and my lawyer handled talking to the front desk ladies as I took a sit with the other three around me. People knew I was from last week's gossip; some stayed in the lobby to see what juice company gossip they could hear as the front desk lady called Anthony's office. An older man who had overheard everything took out his cell phone and called someone. Samantha was looking at him and whispering to me.

"That is Timothy Reed, the personal aid to the biggest investor in the company. The fact he is here means there is something important to talk about, and anything you do to Anthony here will get back to his boss. This could play into our favor if we act civil while getting what we want. His boss likes people who dare to stand up to people. But also to not sink to their level. What do you want to do?"

"Let's see how Anthony handles this, and if he gets out of hand, let's make him make the mistakes if we can rub the salt in the wounds. But if I can make him fall in the standings for CEO and possibly make them lose their biggest investor at the cost of not being able to make deals with his boss, then so be it."

"Ok, dear."

After five minutes, as Anthony and a woman walked into the lobby, the female noticed Marie and became a little pale as Anthony and the woman stopped in front of us. I leaned forward and began to speak as I pulled out my bank receipt.

"I made $1.73 Billion, Anthony, I am here for my $1.73 Billion. Hold up, your deal."

I spoke out loud so everyone could hear this, and Timothy looked over as he said in a low voice. I think that he is giving a play-by-play as I laugh in my mind. Anthony and fragile ego didn't like my cockiness, and he couldn't hold it.

"Bullshit, I am not paying you shit. It's not even a legally binding agreement, as we didn't have it notarized. I won't pay shit."

I smirked as someone who isn't a man of his word in business tends not to be looked kindly on as Marie walked over to the lady next to him.

"Mrs. Willams, here is the contract your client signed with witnesses and a clause stating what will happen if he refuses to pay the money."

Anthony's lawyer started reading the contract and began to sweat as she looked over at her client like he was an idiot. The price she would have to pay would be all his stock in the company, three times what he would have to pay if he lost.

"Mr. Smith, this is a legally binding contract as it follows the law for bets and gambling. One doesn't need to get it notarized as this is a personal deal, not a business or legal dealing with the law. If you refuse to pay, you must hand over your company stock to Mr. Hitchcock."

At this moment, Jackson Smith walked into the lobby and went over to Timothy Reed, but before he could say hello. Timothy Reed handed his phone over to Jackson Smith as he began to talk, and his face became chilling.

"Where is my son Anthony?"

He asked a scared employee, but Timothy spoke up.

"Over there."

Jackson Smith walked to the waiting area. He was angry but kept his anger in check as he walked over and yelled.

"Anthony Smith!"

This made Anthony freeze as he turned around, and I stood up. I may hate Anthony and don't like his family that much, but to underestimate Jackson or disrespect him too much will make my empire more complicated than it needs to be. Sometimes, wearing a mask in the short term helps in the long term.

"Anthony, what about a bet you're not owning up to? I am hearing from someone I shouldn't be hearing this from."

The female lawyer walked over. She worked for the company and was a lawyer for Jackson. She handed him the contract and began to read it. With every line, his face chilled as he looked over at me.

"James Hitchcock, I take it. I have heard about you. Do you have evidence about the money you made?"

I handed him the Lotto companies' legal documents I signed and the bank statement, and he looked them over before speaking.

"You are one lucky person to win so much money, but be careful your luck doesn't run out. Kim, go to the bank and transfer $1.73 Billion from my son's account and into James Hitchcock's account."

His secretary looks at me and then her boss and bows before walking away. Jackson walks over and leans in to whisper.

"We are good now, my son fucked with you, and you made him bleed green. If you keep fucking with him, I will have to get involved, and you don't want that. So drop your vindictive acts against my family, or this will be war."

I just smiled and walked away without replying to his threat. He watched me walk away as he turned around and spoke to his son.

"Follow me."

They stepped into the stairwell, and the sound of grunting and bone being hit could be heard from within. Yelling made everyone want to get out of there as they didn't want to be a part of this anymore.

After ten minutes, Jackson walked out, cleaning his hand with a red handkerchief—it was red now—as he walked over to some people.

"Take him to the hospital and put him under house arrest for a week. He is not allowed to leave his apartment or have people come over; I don't want him to make an ass of himself anytime soon."

"Mr. Reed, please follow me, and I apologize on behalf of my son for the unbecoming sight you had to see."

"You should teach him to honor his deals. My boss and I may need to rethink putting our money into this company if it comes under his hand."

This made Jackson clinch his fist at the stupidity of his fool son, who only knows how to play a good businessman but is dull as a bag of rocks at how things work. His skirt-chasing is now cutting into the company's business.

"I will discipline him better from now on."

"We will see."

They stepped into their elevator as the bodyguards dragged Anthony out of the stairwell. His face was bloody, and he had cuts on his face before putting him into a car and drove away. His brothers got a hold of a couple of videos, which ended his bid to become CEO. 

No one on the board will even vote for him. He was someone who could get 25% of the board's vote, but now he is done. Unless the board wants to use him as a puppet, then that is the only way he will become CEO.

The girls and I get into the limo and tell them to go to the warehouse. I am buying a building and plan to put all the storage devices in it. As the meeting is in three weeks, it's best to show them my stock. I can fit over 500,000 units. Samantha wants me to sell them for $10,000, which is not too big for the companies, and we will have way more profit so that I will follow her plan. 

I smile; everything is going as planned.