'So this is the level they're at… loud, confident… and completely blind to what actually matters.'
The smugness, the misplaced certainty. it wasn't even worth getting annoyed over.
'Just… disappointing.'.
Stan looked at Leo the way a man might look at a particularly persistent fly.
He then looked away, already losing interest
It was a two-million-dollar house. One house. And Leo was preening over it like Elon Musk unveiling his next billion-dollar project. Stan genuinely couldn't locate the wellspring from which this man's sense of superiority flowed.
"Only a real tycoon like me could afford a house at this level." Leo's voice was pitched specifically to carry across the showroom. "Some people are very good at pretending. buying out boutiques, throwing money around in front of girls, putting on a whole show. But the moment they walk into a place like this, the act falls apart. Suddenly they can't even afford a one-bedroom."
He let the words hang for a beat, savoring them.
