November 2, 1990.

  Meet the iment genius, Raimon.

  On Thursday afternoon, Billy was supposed to run from San Jose to Los Angeles. He left as soon as he could after finishing his school schedule, heading to the airport. Raimon, the new intern at the pany, brought him a suit, whiterestingly turned out to be his guide on this Premier trip. The movie premiered on Thursday night, and from there, he would wait to depart the following m at 5:00 a.m. back to San Jose, in a race against time.

  He saw Raimon, the new intern; he retty big, the same height as his father, with a big belly, and long blond hair slicked to one side. He was wearing a short-sleeved camp-style shirt and blue jeans. His cheerful attitude stood out almost as much as his appearance.

  He greeted him quickly.

  -We'll have a lot on the schedule. The premiere starts at 7:00 p.m., so you o be there almost forty minutes early. People usually arrive beforehand to have some versations and build retionships. There will be some individuals we o identify, but you skip those steps if time permits, - said Raimoing the words he had memorized so well.

  -Well, we better not be te. Let's stay on time, - said Billy.

  -Sure thing, I have the outfit you'll wear for your meeting in the car. Your dad picked it out, - said Raimon.

  -Let's go, - said Billy, stepping into the truck that his dad had arranged for today.

  -e on, kid. We've got some time before the flight takes off. Take it easy, - said Raimon.

  -Kid! You're 24 and haven't finished college yet, - said Billy.

  -Haha, that's ten years older than you, little Billy, - said Raimon, eically. He tends to be the loudmouth of the pany. But he undoubtedly passed the approval of his father, Mr. Cloud, and Anne. He must have some skills that he's still unaware of.

  -Hey! Anne crossed the line,---said Billy. ---I think we'll double the overtime hours month. Christmas won't have a break; we'll be w non-stop.-

  Billy put on a sly smile and gave him a side ghe main road had almost no traffic.

  -How is it possible? It's Christmas, the most beautiful time of the year. They should throw a pany party, and have Dungeons and Dragons petitions. It would improve the atmosphere, you know, having fun is necessary on a while, - said Raimon.

  -Well, Raimon, what a surprise. You drop a suggestion in the mailbox, write an article about why we need a year-end party, - said Billy sarcastically.

  -Sure thing. I might write a ten-page essay, all for the good of the pany, - Raimon happily replied.

  Billy could only ugh at Raimon's cheerful gestures. The guy was funny in his own way, with his unique speech patterns. His overall upbeat demeanor was quite evident in most situations.

  -What did you say that got you hired at the pany? - Billy asked curiously.

  -Well, it was my passion for ics. I always wao be part of the idustry. I'm a happy man, a terrible artist though. That was one of the most frustrating moments of my life. So, I listeo my father. I thought, why not study business administration and eiake them happy and be part of the Ameri capital? While studying at Stanford, I aimed to be part of Wall Street or a reized banker. Numbers are easy, but everything ged when I got an offer to join the Lux ics group. It was much better than being a Wall Street vampire or a depressed banker, - Raimon expined.

  -How do you expect to tribute to the industry if you 't draw? - Billy questioned.

  -By amassih and running my own ipany, - Raimon replied.

  -But now it's different. You start from scratch here at Lux ics. The pany has potential. You create great work. I bee your business advisor. And there's something about '#28329eQ') - Raimon rushed his words, and Billy couldn't make out anything.

  -So, how will you provide that support? - Billy asked.

  -Well, statistically, I'm really good. Anne has me analyzing the market. I've seen your iments and noticed your fiden the tedustry and newly established panies. I'll take care of your portfolio and scout good iments for now. I'll help you grow your money, and iurn, you'll reward me with nice bonuses, opportunities, and promotions, - Raimon expined.

  >>Oher hand, you'll allow me to read your ics before they're published. I'll also have the power to share my opinions a bit, you know. It wouldn't hurt to be a ic advisor, helping you solve your creative blocks. I even have several ideas within the pany. And then, I'll be yht-hand man when you bee famous. People will say, 'He 't do it without Raimon. Oh, Raimon is awesome! He's the best guy in the world, and I'm going to marry Madonna, - Raimon ughed.

  -That's why you came with me to watch Terminator, huh? Aook pity on you and decided you should see the premiere of Terminator 2. They're even paying you. I don't think we should spend your extra hours, - Billy said.

  -Suffer, kid. Do what you love; it's the job of my life, - Raimon said.

  -I see that, - Billy replied, surprised.

  -Because it's the job of my life. I've memorized all the important things I o know. You know, I'm dying to see it. Even though Anioned you were the scriptwriter and James Cameron stuck to the ic, I still want to be surprised. As a loyal pany employee, I've bought all the volumes released so far. Believe me, I have ideas for the chapters. To see a i the big s or television with your skills is possible. After all, that's your ultimate pn. Just let old Raimon ha, - the portly man said cheerfully to Billy.

  -Well, I'll do my best to meet your expectations, - Billy said.

  -Hahaha, I made you nervous, didn't I? Anioned not talking too much, but I couldn't hold back. Two months in the pany is my limit, - Raimon said.

  -I'm not nervous. I didn't expect you to have such a detailed pn on how to bee part of the pany. What's this about being an advisor? - Billy asked.

  -Well, I didn't know anything until they hired me. You guys have a strict fidentiality policy. I've seen the policies, and most of your financial moves are gray or dark. Like that fidentiality tract. You guys are paranoid, - Raimon said.

  >>But I think, with all my ideas focused on my nerd abilities, I have a skill. I remember all the details of a series I read. Even in my sed year of high school, I memorized all the rules of the Dungeons and Dragons club. The Lugaanica setting was quite simple. Now, I'm everything my father wants, and I'm w in what I want, - Raimon cluded.

  -Well, my father has always been very serious about what he does, - Billy said.

  -He's simir to my father, all grumpy. He hired me when he found out I was from Stanford. He wants you to study there and all that jazz. At one point, I thought, 'Alright, everyone wants their kid to go to a good uy.' But damn, you're the creator of Lux ics. Go to CalArts, do whatever you want. You're a legend among readers. You have the moo retire, - Raimon said.

  -Tell that to my father, - Billy said.

  -I uand, buddy. Mine's a jerk too. He doesn't like anything that doesn't align with his way of thinking. In the end, I deed, but with your talent, he'll uand sooner or ter my friend, - Raimon said.

  -You're oh your dreams, - Billy ented. - What was your pn? - he asked.

  -Are you talking about after Wall Street? - Raimon tered.

  -Yeah, after you've made enough money, - Billy said.

  -I didn't think about it. Sometimes iing bees a way of life. My father has been in the banking system his whole life. He has enough moo retire, but the old man still religiously goes to work every day. I hated him for that for many years. My mother ehe good life, and I immersed myself in reading ics. Maybe i, buy a number 1 of Superman, - Raimon said, more thoughtfully, refleg.

  -But now you fulfill your dream, - Billy said.

  -Ahhh, yes, of course. Now, let's talk about the important stuff. you get me Linda Hamilton's autograph? I'd fet my episodes of sadness, - Raimon burst into ughter, gripping the steering wheel, stretg his neck. His plump arms adorned with a fine silver watch were characteristic of his cheerful and luxurious demeanor.

  -I'll do my best, - Billy assured.

  Raimon looked at him with undeniable seriousness.

  -It's a good idea. It would be great to get James Cameron's and Dolph Lundgren's autographs too,- Raimon said.

  -Three?- Billy questioned.

  -Yeah, you know, one from James Cameron and one from John or, - Raimon said, who khe details of the erminator 2: Judgment Day movie i.

  -You added more characters, - Billy noted.

  -e on, don't be b, - Raimon said. - I've never asked you for anything. -

  -I'll do what I , - Billy replied.

  -Oh, I'm lucky. I'll call Rupert; he'll be dying to hear about my new gains. I'll add it to my secret colle. You know, Billy, in my 24 years, I've collected luxury items, but this is a favor that very few truly uand, - Raimon said, joyfully groaning.

  -Well, just focus on doing a good job, and we'll be even, - Billy said.

  -Haha, I'll do such a good job that you'll get me a date with Princess Leia, Han Solo, and Luke Skywalker, - Raimon joked.

  -Wouldn't it be easier with Gee Lucas? - Billy suggested.

  -Well, that would be fantastic, - Raimon said.

  Humming the Star Wars melody to himself.

  -Look, we've arrived at the airport. I'll call your father. We'll park the tru the exclusive travelers' parking area. We'll pick it up tomorrow. I'll run errands while you find a pce to ge. See you at the food crab something to eat if I'm taking too long, - Raimon expined.

  -Food cot it, -Billy firmed.

  -That sounds great, - Raimon replied, looking sweaty and rushed. He had exactly 40 mio finish all the paperwork.

  Billy hurried through the airport, finding a small room to ge into the two-piece blue suit with a red tie and browher shoes. The room was suddenly invaded by a ing dy who shooed him out as soon as she saw him.

  Billy dashed away as the woman started shouting about the private room. He adjusted his tie. The airport was bustling, even though it was a Thursday. Many men were rushing around, some running, others speaking furiously on their cell phones. It was chaos. He spotted Raimon sitting at a table, holding a paper in his hands. Billy greeted him with a wave.

  -Billy, over here, - Raimon said. - Damn, man, you look good. If I could look half as good, Lisa wouldn't have kicked me to the curb. -

  -Who's Lisa? - the boy questioned.

  -Ahhhh, the woman I had a crush on all through high school. When I finally mustered the ce to ask her to the dance, she politely rejected me. You know, it's even worse that she didn't ugh at me. She was so scared when I asked her. I think she hyperventited, - Raimon recalled.

  The awkward silence couldn't be avoided. Billy had no idea.

  -What did you order to eat? - Billy asked.

  -Burgers, yours without onions. Your dad could've mentioned you don't like onions, - Raimon said, rushing off to collect the burgers. Clearly, he ordered way more food than expected. It was quite a feast.

  -Well, we have twenty-five mio finish eating, - Raimon announced, pulling a small pocket watch from his pocket aing a timer for 25 minutes.

  -If you don't mind, I prefer not to talk while eating, - Raimon added, digging into the meal voraciously. Burgers, sauces, fries, s, and soda, he attacked them all.

  Billy lost his appetite just watg him eat.

  -Are you going to eat ygets? - Raimon asked, a bit shyly.

  -Go ahead, my friend, - Billy replied, surprised.

  -Thanks, - Raimon replied briefly, sav the dishes.

  Ten minutes passed, and Raimon had already finished his meal.

  -What a great meal! Fatburger's burgers are the best you have, - Raimon said, a gleeful expression on his face.

  -It's my first time trying them. Are they good? - Billy inquired.

  -Goodness gracious! Do you live under a rock? You should've said so earlier. I would've ordered the 'for the heavyweights' special. No problem, I'll fix your food issues. I'll take you to a food fair you'll never fet, - Raimon said, thumping his chest.

  -My days are pretty busy, - Billy mentioned.

  -I know, but don't worry, I'll take care of everything, - Raimon assured. His eyebrows furrowed ically, his face was remarkably expressive.

  -Well, we'll do everything we . Let's go before we miss the flight! - Billy urged.

  -Sure, just let me finish your fries. It's a crime not to finish such good food, - Raimon said.

  The arrival in Los Angeles was much smoother than previous times; there were his time. The airline operated like a metronome, funing with precision. They headed to the eplex Odeoury Pza in Los Ahey entered using the pass provided by Jim Waitt, bypassing the red carpet event. James Cameron was seen closely apanied by Linda Hamilton and Edward Furlong (John or). Billy was in the lobby, waiting for permission to ehe sing.

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