When you make your first million at twenty... The rest of life just isn't as interesting.
I was born Jessica Teresa Smith on June 2, 1980. I grew up as Jessie and then in high school, I took on the name Teri. On March 14th, 2001... I became Teri Gibson. Why Gibson? Smith was my step father's last name, I hate the bastard. At least Jason Gibson, my biological father, had the balls enough to openly admit that he was an a**hole incapable of raising children.
Grades were never a problem growing up, I was the kid every teacher hated. I'd pay absolutely no attention in class and get A's on every test. I graduated high school two years early and was accepted to Yale. Yes I have my masters degree now. In what? That's none of your damn business.
Most days are spent conducting business... But my nights are reserved for the bars and parties that accompany the privileges of the wealthy. Not that I like the stuck up money bags, but they can sure throw a party. Besides their lives and major indiscretions are more interesting than my own...
Personal indiscretions? I think that's crossing a line. Yes, I've had a few... But none that I'll admit to and nothing you can prove. Yes, I'll bet on that... I'll bet on just about anything if the odds are right. A person can win a great deal of money gambling... You can also lose a great deal, or so I've heard. I don't take bets on my education. I'm pursuing my doctorate. In what? I'm still not telling you. I don't need to tell you that it will further my business career... I hope you're smart enough to figure that out for yourself.
Enough about education... Where was I? Oh right, parties... I make the required appearances at the clubs and homes of the social elite, but I stay out of their popular little circles. Everyone knows that I should be invited, but most of them don't even know my name. That doesn't bother me much at all. I'm only there for the food and the offhanded flirtatious look from some rich woman who has too much time on her hands... I'm sorry, I didn't say that.
What are you staring at? I told you, you didn't hear anything... At least you didn't if you know what's good for you. Is that a threat? Sure, why not... I'll bet you anything I can beat you to the punch...
