Brandon sat in his car outside the Carter house for nearly ten minutes, gathering the courage to check on Margaret. A week had passed since their confrontation with Victoria, and Margaret hadn't answered any of his calls or text messages. The silence felt ominous.
He found her in the back garden, tending to her rose bushes with the careful attention that had always been her refuge from family tensions. She looked frailer than he remembered, though whether from the cancer treatment or emotional stress, he couldn't tell.
"Margaret?" he called softly, not wanting to startle her.
She looked up with a mixture of relief and sadness. "Brandon. I was wondering if you'd come by."
"You haven't been answering your phone. I was worried about your treatment schedule."
Margaret set down her gardening shears and removed her gloves with deliberate care. "I'm fine, dear. The doctors say my progress is excellent."
"That's wonderful news." Brandon waited, sensing there was more she needed to say.
"Brandon, I've been thinking about our arrangement. About you driving me to treatments and our lunches together." Margaret's voice carried the weight of a difficult decision. "I think it's best if we don't meet anymore."
Brandon felt his heart sink. "Margaret, if this is about Victoria's reaction the other day—"
"It's about causing problems for everyone involved. You don't need the stress of dealing with my family's hostility, and I don't need the complications that come from maintaining contact with you."
Brandon studied her face, recognizing the resigned expression of someone who'd been pressured into a choice she didn't want to make. "What did they say to you?"
"Nothing I hadn't expected. Richard was... displeased when Victoria told him about seeing us together. He made his position quite clear."
Brandon felt anger flare in his chest. "They threatened you."
"They reminded me where my loyalties should lie." Margaret's smile was sad but resolute. "Brandon, you've been kinder to me than I had any right to expect. You've paid for medical treatment that I couldn't afford and provided companionship during a very difficult time. But continuing this relationship will only create more problems."
Brandon wanted to argue, to insist that he could protect her from whatever pressure the Carter family was applying. But he could see the exhaustion in her eyes, the emotional toll that family conflict was taking on someone already fighting cancer.
"I understand," he said quietly. "But Margaret, if you ever need anything—medical care, financial support, even just someone to talk to—please call me. No matter what they've told you, you don't owe them your suffering."
Margaret's eyes filled with tears. "Thank you, dear. You're a good man, and I'm proud of everything you've accomplished."
As Brandon drove away from the Carter house for what he knew would be the last time, he felt the familiar mixture of sadness and rage that came from watching good people trapped by toxic relationships.
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**Four Years Later**
The Forbes billionaires list had been rewritten completely. At the top, in positions that would have seemed impossible just a few years earlier, were two names that represented the most dramatic wealth creation in modern history: Brandon Carter and Elena Pryse.
Brandon's net worth had reached $847 billion, while Elena's holdings totaled $783 billion. Their combined wealth exceeded the GDP of most countries, accumulated through a technology empire that had fundamentally reshaped multiple industries.
The marketplace that had started as a simple e-commerce platform now processed over $2 trillion in annual transactions globally. The streaming service had evolved into the world's dominant entertainment platform, with 400 million subscribers and exclusive content that had redefined television and film production.
The cryptocurrency Brandon had developed during the early skeptical years now anchored the global financial system's transition to digital currency. Major governments used his blockchain technology for everything from tax collection to voting systems.
But those were just the foundation projects.
The social media platform he'd launched had grown to 3.8 billion users worldwide, becoming the primary means of global communication and information sharing. The streaming platform designed for interactive content had created entirely new industries around live gaming and real-time entertainment.
The dating platform had revolutionized how people formed relationships, using AI algorithms that actually helped compatible people find each other rather than simply maximizing engagement time. The payment system processed more transactions than traditional banks, offering instantaneous global transfers with minimal fees.
Every dollar of profit had been systematically reinvested into expanding the ecosystem of businesses Brandon had acquired. The pharmaceutical company was now producing breakthrough gene therapies. The automotive manufacturer had become the world's leading producer of electric vehicles. The drone company dominated both commercial and military markets globally.
The Chinese partnerships had proven particularly prescient as environmental regulations drove massive demand for clean technology. The retail locations had been converted into distribution centers for the online marketplace. The marketing agency had evolved into a data analytics powerhouse that helped optimize every aspect of the business empire.
Elena stood beside Brandon in their headquarters' executive conference room, looking out at a view that now included several buildings bearing their company logos. The Seattle skyline had been transformed by their success, with competitors and partners alike establishing offices nearby to benefit from proximity to the world's most powerful technology ecosystem.
"Do you remember when people thought you were throwing money away randomly?" Elena asked with amusement.
Brandon smiled, remembering the skeptical expressions of board members who couldn't understand his investment strategy. "Most people can only see one or two moves ahead. Building something this comprehensive required thinking in decades rather than quarters."
"Seven hundred billion dollars in personal wealth," Elena mused. "Sometimes the numbers don't feel real."
"The wealth is just a scorecard," Brandon replied. "What matters is that we've built something that will define the next century of human technological development."
Through the window, they could see construction crews working on their latest project—a research campus dedicated to artificial intelligence, quantum computing, and space technology. The technologies being developed there would power the next phase of expansion into industries that didn't even exist yet.
In four years, Brandon Carter had transformed from an exploited employee to the most powerful businessman in human history. The companies that had dismissed him, the family that had abused him, the executives who had ignored him—they were all footnotes now in the story of what he'd built.
The revolution was complete. The future belonged to those who had been bold enough to create it.