Chapter 20: The Dealership Diaries
"Let's fucking do this."
That's all Jayden whispered to himself as he stepped closer to the Porsche Manhattan building—heart pounding like it was trying to beat its way out of his damn ribcage.
His poise was low but laced with that electric buzz of someone walking the fine line between disbelief and god-tier confidence. He wasn't just stepping into any place. This was Porsche Manhattan. The kind of place that smelled like money, testosterone, and generational wealth—and here he was, seventeen, heart thudding like a war drum under his shirt, ready to buy a car that could pay someone's rent for the next decade.
"Shit like this never gets old," he muttered under his breath, biting back a cocky smile. No matter how cool he acted, moments like these?
Yeah, they punched right through the act. Straight-up excitement overdose.
No matter how many times life will decide to throw him curveballs or sugar-daddy blessings from the universe later, this feeling? This was cocaine. Pure, uncut excitement straight to the bloodstream.
He was about to buy a car. A fucking car. Not just any busted secondhand ride off Craigslist—but a Porsche. His own.
"I'm a damn street rat who leveled up overnight. From street rat to stockholder. From sharing socks to possibly owning half of goddamn New York someday."
He should get that printed on a T-shirt or something: 'From street to skyscraper—Jayden's autobiography.' Bestseller already." he thought.