The car slowly pulled to a stop as they got closer to the building, and the crowd parted.
People were waving, clapping, shouting his name.
Lucius blinked, honestly stunned for a second, though he recovered quickly.
They were here for him.
And his chest swelled with a warmth that surprised even himself.
'Ah… fans,' he thought, stroking his chin in the most self-satisfied way. 'Should I open a GoFundMe? No, no… maybe a subscription tier system. Platinum supporters get a signed T-shirt, diamond ones get a smile from me. Yes… yes, this is genius.'
So what if he already had billions? It was righteous to have more money.
Money was like beauty — there could never be enough.
People pressed closer, but still cleared the road for the car.
Some waved frantically, others held out paper and pens. One bold fan even managed to squeeze forward as the window rolled down.
