Page 107 of Billionaire Bachelor
“Welcome back to Vegas, gentlemen,” she says, handing each of us a hotel key card before turning back to me. “You’re all checked in at the Olympus Grand in adjacent suites. The town car behind me will take you directly to the hotel so you can freshen up before your meeting. You’ll meet with Mr. Takahashi and his team in the same hotel. Their executive offices are located on the top floor of the Zeus tower.” She hands me another card, but this one is slim without any hotel branding on it. “This keycard will give you access to that floor through the tower’s elevator.” She hands me a business card. “Your usual driver is unavailable this week, so Kyle will be her replacement. Here’s his contact information. He’ll be on call whenever you need him. Just text him at that number.”
“Thanks, Imani. Appreciate you handling everything,” I say. “You’re on top of it, as always.”
“Remember that when it’s time for my annual bonus.” She smiles.
No wonder Barry calls her his evil twin.
I smirk. “I swear, I’m knee-deep in smartasses these days.”
Her sculpted brows lift. “Sounds likeyou’rethe common denominator in that scenario, bossman. Maybe you need to look inward to figure out why that is.”
I laugh. “Touché.”
Imani tucks her stylus behind her ear. “You have just over two hours before the meeting begins. When you get to your suites, you should each find a light snack platter—per Barry’s specifications—along with hard copies of each presentation deck, just in case. The concierge is on standby if you need anything pressed.”
“Thank you,” Ryan, Jared, and I all say at relatively the same time.
“Is there anything else you need?”
I look to the guys as they shake their heads. “No. I think we’re good for now. I’ll touch base with you after the meeting.”
She nods. “Sounds good. I’m heading back to the office, so you know where to find me. Good luck, gentlemen.”
“Thank you,” we repeat.
Imani gives a final nod and turns toward the private hangar, her heels clicking with purpose as she disappears inside.
We pivot toward the waiting car just in time to see our driver—a tall, broad-shouldered man dressed in a crisp black uniform—closing the trunk after loading our bags. He steps forward and opens the back door for us with a practiced smile.
“Good morning, gentlemen. I’m Kyle, and I’ll be your dedicated chauffeur while you’re in town. I know I’ve got some big shoes to fill, but I can assure you that you’re in good hands. There’s a minibar inside the vehicle. Help yourself to anything you’d like, and I’ll have you at the Olympus Grand in under twenty.”
“Appreciate it,” I reply, climbing in behind Jared and Ryan.
As the car pulls away from the tarmac, I lean my head back against the seat, watching the skyline blur past the window. In two hours, it’s go time. And our next move, the next era of BetMasters, rides on what happens in that conference room. It’s one meeting. A mere moment in time. But for me, it’s the culmination of every risk, every sleepless night, every damn reason I built this company in the first place.
It’s the proof that every gamble I ever made was worth it.
The conference roomat Olympus screams power, but in that kind of understated flex only serious money can pull off. Black-and-white marble floors. Chrome accents. Floor-to-ceiling windows that turn the Strip into a centerpiece. The twelve-person table looks like something out of a billionaire boardroom fantasy. Sculpted,glossy, and flanked by leather chairs that sayyou can sit here, but only if you can afford it.
Jared clocks the projector setup right away and heads over to hook in his laptop like he owns the place. After a quick systems check, he gives me a subtle nod.
Showtime.
I take one last look out the window, ground myself with a breath, then turn back to the table.
A moment later, the glass door glides open, and the Olympus team steps in. Greg Takahashi, Olympus’s CEO, leads the pack with a firm handshake and a measured smile, followed by a handful of well-dressed executives.
“Gentlemen.” He grips each of our hands in turn as his team claims their seats. “We appreciate you flying out for this.”
I flash a smooth, controlled grin. “Our pleasure. We appreciate the opportunity.”
Greg runs through introductions on his side, then takes the seat at the head of the table. “I’m excited to see what you’ve got. Shall we?”
I nod, keeping my tone smooth but confident. “Absolutely. Before we dive in, let me briefly introduce my team.”
I gesture to my left. “This is Ryan Morales, our VP of Acquisitions. He’s been with BetMasters since the beginning and played a major role in structuring the proposal we’ll walk you through today.”
Then I motion to my right. “And this is Jared Chen, our Head of Product and Innovation. He’s leading the integration of our predictive analytics engine, the backbone of what we’re proposing with this partnership.”
