I Inherited Trillions, Now What?-Chapter 73: Obscenely Wealthy or just Insane?

Barbara was back in the office she had left just three days ago. The same building, the same waiting room, and the same receptionist who had asked her to wait the last time she was here. But today felt different. Despite it being her second visit, Barbara was far more nervous this time, and for good reasons.

First, there was her father. He had been relentless about her landing this job, going as far as offering to help her husband start a new business in any field he chose if she succeeded. He was so insistent that, over the past few days, he had flown her across the country to view countless car dealerships—one after another. It was exhausting. She was jet-lagged, worn down, and utterly drained. But it had paid off; she had finally found the perfect vehicle for the role.

Then there was her husband, Joe. When he learned that she had gone back to her parents for help, his reaction was explosive. He accused her of undermining his authority as the "man of the house" and even threatened to throw her out.

But Joe, the fool, had quickly changed his tune upon hearing she was close to landing a high-paying job and learning about her father’s promise to start a business for him. His anger melted away, replaced by overbearing enthusiasm. He began following her everywhere her father sent her, claiming—no, boasting—that "his years as a businessman and entrepreneur had sharpened his senses for the luxury life" and that he could be of "massive help."

To be fair, he wasn’t entirely useless. He did help, but the stress of having him tag along far outweighed any value he brought.

Yet the third, and by far the biggest, reason Barbara was so nervous was her client. Or rather, her invisible client. She had never met this person—hadn’t even been told their name—but the thought of meeting them filled her with dread.

And what scared her most? A single phrase from her last visit to this office: "No limit." Those were the words spoken to her and her competitor as they left. At first, she dismissed it as a motivational slogan, perhaps just a phrase to encourage them to think big. But when she found the car she wanted—a stunning vehicle with a jaw-dropping price tag of $15 million—those words haunted her.

Fifteen million dollars. The number felt absurd, even for someone like Barbara, who had been spoiled all her life. Sure, she had spent hundreds of thousands of dollars on jewelry, clothes, and other luxuries, but her most extravagant purchase until now had been a $700,000 car—which she no longer even owned.

When she hesitated about the price, thinking she would need to choose something more modest, her husband insisted she call the interviewers. She had reluctantly dialed their number, fully expecting a polite rejection or at least a request to reconsider. Instead, she was floored when they immediately approved the purchase.

Within twenty minutes, the dealership manager himself came out, shaking as he apologized profusely for keeping her waiting. He assured her that the car would be shipped that very day. The whole process left her reeling.

A $15 million car—an amount equal to a quarter of her immensely wealthy father’s fortune—approved in a matter of minutes. It wasn’t just the price that shocked her; it was the realization that this was merely a test for the job.

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Even Joe, who was usually brash and careless, had been stunned into silence on the flight back. Finally, he broke the silence, turning to her with an uncharacteristically serious expression. "Barbara, whoever this client is… if you get the job, please, don’t offend him."

She had nodded meekly, still shaken by the sheer scale of wealth she had just encountered.

Now, as she headed back into the office, the nervousness returned in full force. Her hands trembled slightly as she clutched her bag, trying to keep her composure. Glancing across the room, she noticed her competitor for the position. His once-confident demeanor had completely vanished. He looked ghastly pale, and the self-assured air he had displayed during their first meeting was nowhere to be found. Barbara could only imagine what kind of awakening he must have had.

"Hey," she called out to him, her voice light but curious.

He glanced at her, his expression briefly softening before snapping back into the hostility he had shown her since they first met. "What do you want?" he asked dismissively, turning his eyes away from her.

Barbara brushed off his tone, offering him a knowing look. "Judging by how you’re acting, I’m guessing you went through the same experience I did."

At her words, his head snapped toward her, his eyes narrowing as he studied her. After a moment of silence, he gave her a once-over, his expression unreadable. Then, without a word, he shook his head, turned away, and stared forward again.

Barbara sighed and tried again. "Hey," she said softly.

He turned to her, his expression still cold. "What?"

She met his eyes, unwavering this time. "I know where I know you from," she said, watching as his attention sharpened.

Before he could respond, she continued, "We went to the same high school, didn’t we?"

His eyes narrowed with even more fury, but she pressed on. "I just wanted to apologize—for bullying you back then. It was a really stupid and childish thing to do, and I’m so sorry."

He didn’t respond, his face impassive, so she filled the silence. "I mean it," she said, her voice steady. "I want you to know I’m a changed person. I mean, look at me—here I am, applying for a job like anyone else," she added, giving herself a small, self-deprecating smile.

The man, Hennessy, finally sighed and leaned back in his seat. "Nah, it’s fine. It’s childish of me, too, holding a grudge over something that happened years ago."

Barbara’s smile grew slightly at his words, but it faltered when his expression darkened. "Even though," he added, "you did steal my first-ever girlfriend. I thought I was going to marry her."

Barbara chuckled softly, her tone light. "In my defense, she came to me first. I was going through a phase back then… and, well, she was hot."

For a moment, there was silence between them. Then, unexpectedly, they both started laughing. It wasn’t forced or awkward—it was genuine.

And for the first time that day, Barbara felt a little of the tension leave her shoulders.

"What?!" Barbara screamed, her voice echoing through the waiting room.

"Hey, keep quiet," Hennessy hissed, glancing around nervously. He scanned the room, hoping no one had overheard them, proving that despite their conversation, the tension still gripped them both.

Barbara sank back into her chair, staring up at the white ceiling. "Thirty-two million dollars," she muttered under her breath, almost as if the number itself were too big to say out loud.

Hennessy heard her and leaned back as well, sighing. "Yeah, I know how you feel. I’ve dealt with plenty of rich people before—some spending more than that on homes or private jets—but this? This is on another level entirely. Someone willing to drop $32 million on a car they’ve never even seen… just as a test to hire someone they might not even pick?" He shook his head in disbelief. "It’s insane. Either they’re out of their mind, or they’re so wealthy it doesn’t even make a dent. Honestly, both options are terrifying. Who on earth could they be?"

Barbara kept staring at the ceiling, her lips moving as she whispered again, "Thirty-two million dollars."

Hennessy chuckled, turning to her. "What’s the matter, princess? You scared? Thinking about pulling out of the race?"

Barbara shot him a look, her expression defiant. "What about you? Don’t you want to back out of this insane job?"

He shrugged. "Yeah, I was shocked. But come on—if someone’s willing to do this just for a position, imagine how good the pay would be. Working for someone with that much wealth at their disposal? It’s got to be worth it."

Barbara nodded slowly but then added, "What about the insane part?"

Hennessy smirked. "Well, yeah, there’s that. But, hey, everyone’s got a little insanity in them. At least this person would be an insanely wealthy crazy person."

Barbara rolled her eyes, laughing. "That doesn’t make it any better, actually."

Their shared laughter broke the tension, the sound filling the room for a brief moment.

The laughter abruptly stopped as the door opened, and the woman who had assigned them the task walked in, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. She stopped in front of them, her professional smile firmly in place.

"Good day, Mr. Ford and Mrs. Longbottom," she began, her tone crisp yet polite. "First of all, I’d like to apologize for the delay."

"It’s not a problem," they both said in unison, their voices tight with nerves.

The woman’s smile widened slightly. "Well, to avoid keeping you waiting any longer, the winner has been chosen."

Both Barbara’s and Hennessy’s hearts pounded in their chests. The tension in the room was so thick it was almost suffocating.

The woman, oblivious to their inner turmoil, continued with perfect poise. "The person who has been selected for the role of Luxury Curator is…"

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