Chapter 7: Securing the Win.
Back at the café, the atmosphere had simmered down. Most of the rowdy crowd had either gone home, passed out drunk, or were still arguing somewhere outside.
Richard glanced around. "Not much people left, huh?"
Jack leaned against the counter, yawning. "Yeah, well, either they fought it out or got too drunk to function. We're closing at 12 anyway." He glanced at Richard. "How's Auntie?"
Richard took a sip from a soda can. "She's fine. Probably already dozing off in the guest room beside yours."
Jack nodded. "Good. She deserves the rest." Then he grinned. "By the way, your lotto win was a total buzzkill for our drinking session, man."
Richard scoffed, shaking his head. "Tell me about it. I still can't get it off my mind."
Jack smirked, tapping his fingers on the counter. "So, the million-dollar question—how are you gonna spend your fortune?"
Richard leaned back, stretching. "Half of it is going into the house in Marawi. The other half? Business. Maybe our business. Game development. Investing in our future game studio, ya' know?"
Jack's face lit up. "I love it. I'll tell my dad and grandpa about this. Two future businessmen, huh?"
He chuckled before continuing, "My dad's been wondering what the hell I've been doing since I dropped out of college—like Steve Jobs, baby! They think I'm just playing around. But if they see us actually making money, BAM! They'll start taking us seriously."
Richard grinned. "Damn right."