Chapter 102: After Hours II

The food arrived. They ate and talked. Not about Hale & Associates, not about acquisitions, not about anything that had a professional reason attached to it. She talked about Millhaven. About why she left. About what Kenvale had been when she arrived versus what it was now. He listened and asked the right questions and found himself genuinely engaged the same way he always was when someone was actually saying something.

She thinks clearly, he noted. Not just professionally. Actually clearly. About things that matter and things that don’t with the same precision.

"Xavier," she said at some point.

"Selene."

"Why Food and Nutrition," she said. "Of everything you could be doing."

He looked at her across the table.

Of everything I could be doing, he thought. Running acquisitions through a financial crime firm’s network. Sitting on six and a half million. Building a portfolio that’s approaching the main quest threshold. He looked at her. And technically enrolled in Food and Nutrition at Riverside University.

"Just did what was available," he said. Not that he gave a shit about the degree.

She stared at him.

Then she laughed. The real one. Not the composed professional version. The one that arrived before she could decide whether to let it out.

"It was available," she repeated.

"Yes," he said.

She shook her head slowly. Still smiling. The smile that stayed after the laugh faded. The one that was more honest than either of the previous versions he’d catalogued.

That’s new, he thought. That specific smile. Haven’t seen that one before.

He checked the gauge under the table.

Selene Adler — 22% → 31%

Nine percent, he thought. From one Thursday evening.

From a dinner she invited me to and a laugh she didn’t plan.

31%, he noted. Moving properly now.

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When the bill came Selene reached for her bag.

"I’ll get mine," she said.

"I’ll handle it," Xavier said. Already picking up the bill.

She looked at him. "Xavier..."

"It’s dinner," he said. "Don’t make it complicated."

She held his gaze for a moment. Then put her bag down with the expression of someone who had decided the argument wasn’t worth the energy.

Thank god I kept that $5,000 buffer, he thought. Cap almost completely hit and dinner just landed.

He paid and opened his banking app quietly.

[ REBATE SYSTEM ]

Transaction Detected: $95 spent on dinner

Base Multiplier (Tier 2): 2x

Total Return: $190

[ Net Balance: $6,416,919.00 → $6,417,109.00 ]

Even dinner pays back, he noted. Every single time.

He pocketed his phone and looked at Selene.

"See," he said. "Not complicated."

"Xavier," she said.

"It’s dinner," he said. "Don’t make it complicated."

She held his gaze for a moment.

"Okay," she said. Just that.

"Okay," she said. Just that.

Xavier watched her settle back in her chair and something small registered that he hadn’t caught until this moment.

She’s been calling me Xavier, he thought. The entire evening. Not Mr. Cole. Not sir. He looked at her across the table. From the first time we spoke in the corridor she called me Xavier like it was already decided.

Most people in professional environments default to sir or Mr. Cole until told otherwise, he thought. Selene never did. Not once.

He filed that away carefully.

They left and walked back toward the commercial district together. The evening city around them. The Panamera visible down the street.

At the point where their routes diverged she stopped.

Looked at him.

She looked at him across the table with the expression that had been getting less composed as the evening went on.

"I really enjoyed today," she said. Simply. Directly. The way she said things that were actually true. "Maybe we could hang out sometime."

Xavier looked at her.

She said hang out, he thought. Not meet professionally. Not arrange a site visit. Not call from the office line with a document that needs a signature. He held her gaze. Just hang out. Like two people who enjoy each other’s company and want more of it.

"We could do that," he said.

She nodded once. The particular nod of someone who had said the thing and was comfortable with how it had landed.

She turned and walked away down the street without looking back.

Xavier watched her go.

He checked the gauge.

Selene Adler — 31% → 35%

Four percent, he noted. From one sentence.

Hang out sometime, he thought.

Consider it arranged.

"He walked to the Panamera. Got in. Started the engine.

The gauge responds to genuine interaction, he thought. Not money. Not position. Not the suit or the car or the acquisitions. He pulled out into the evening traffic. Just two people at a corner table on a Thursday evening saying things that were actually true.

That’s what moves it, he thought.

Noted.

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Xavier woke up to three things on Friday morning.

Amira’s lecture notes arrived as a document attachment at 7AM. The Asset Rebound notification from the manufacturing company’s first payment. And a message from Kelvin that simply said are you actually coming to campus today or should I start grieving.

He checked the system first.

[ REBATE SYSTEM ]

Asset Rebound Triggered

Manufacturing Company — First Payment

3x Investment Return: $1,425,000

[ Net Balance: $6,417,109.00 → $7,842,109.00 ]

[ Investment Portfolio: $1,805,000 / $3,000,000 ]

$7,842,109, he thought.

He looked at that number for a moment.

Past seven million, he thought. From $520. In under six months.

He set the phone down. Stared at the ceiling for exactly ten seconds letting it land the way it deserved to land.

Then he opened Amira’s document.

It was comprehensive. Properly comprehensive. Not just notes but organised, colour coded, cross referenced with the assignment briefs and the exam specification the faculty had distributed at the start of semester. She’d been building this since September apparently. Every lecture he’d missed documented with the particular thoroughness of someone who had decided that if she was going to do something she was going to do it properly.

She kept notes from my lectures for four months, he thought. While running a research project and a hospital partnership and preparing for a committee meeting and ordering me food from memory.

Impossible woman, he thought. Genuinely impossible.

He replied to a message Kelvin sent.