Page 60 of Billionaire Bachelor
“Thanks, Logan.” The Peak Performance Analytics logo flashes across the top as Jared clicks to the first slide. “Now that our algorithm is locked and loaded, we’re moving into Phase One of the integration.” Jared advances to the next slide which shows the project’s timeline. “Over the next four weeks, we’ll be integrating PPA’s predictive model into our platform and running internal tests to make sure it performs accurately before launch. If everything stays on track, we’ll be ready to demo the enhanced system and begin external testing by the end of next month.” He clicks to the next slide, which lists each milestone along the way: stress testing the algorithm against historical data, running live simulations without glitches, and proving it can adjust odds in real-time without tanking our risk models.
Li, our Chief Technology Officer, lifts a finger to get Jared’s attention. “And this will give us hard proof our platform can predict betting patterns better than anything else on the market?”
Jared nods. “That’s the goal.”
“Any concerns from Simon’s team on feasibility?” Brandon, our Head of Data Science, asks.
“Not yet,” Jared replies, clicking to the next slide, which maps out PPA’s availability. “As you can see here, Simon will remain on retainer as a consultant for the next three months, per our agreement. If we need to make changes on the backend, or fine-tune the connection, he’s on call for an additional three.”
Jared glances around the room, scanning for any last concerns. “Assuming we stay on schedule, we should haveenough real-world data for our pitch to prove our platform’s accuracy and demonstrate why Olympus should lock in an exclusive deal with us.” He advances to the next slide, a financial breakdown of the project. “Gretchen, I’ll hand it over to you for the financials.”
Gretchen, our CFO, makes her way to the front of the room as Jared takes a seat. “Thanks, Jared. From a budget standpoint, we’ve…”
I’m only half-listening as she dives intocost projections, revenue expectations, and the financial risks tied to the rollout.None of it is news to me—I could recite these figures in my sleep—but it’s a necessary formality for everyone else in the room.
Next, Brandon walks us through what we’re doing to keep our risk models from imploding, Li reassures everyone that our infrastructure can handle the load, and Carlos, our Head of Risk & Compliance, breaks down all the red tape we’ll need to cut through before launch. It’s a lot of back and forth, mostly fine-tuning details we’ve already discussed in smaller meetings.
By the time we wrap, the consensus is clear. We have one shot to sell Olympus on this deal. And if we don’t, someone else eventually will.
I hang back as the room clears, stretching my arms above my head as Ryan rolls his neck. Jared collects his laptop, giving us both a nod before stepping out of the room.
“That went well,” Ryan muses, closing his leather notebook with a flick of his wrist. “Don’t you think?”
“Yeah, but I’m not celebrating anything until we have Olympus locked in. Those bastards are playing hard to get.”
Ryan smirks. “That’s rich coming from you.”
I arch a brow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“What do you think it means?” he counters. “You’re no stranger to making people work for your attention, Logan.”
I snort, shaking my head. “Jeez, dude, way to make me sound like an arrogant douche.”
He rolls his eyes. “I just meant you’re…extraordinarily selective about who you spend your time with.”
I shrug. “I don’t see a problem with that.”
Ryan tilts his head, studying me. “Hey, totally off topic, but when’s the last time you talked to Rosalie?”
Not as off topic as you think, bud. As a matter of fact, I talked to her just this morning, when I left her naked and supremely satisfied from our morning fuckfest.
My pulse jumps, but I keep my expression neutral, taking a slow sip of my coffee to cover my reaction. “I dunno. Why?”
Ryan exhales, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m kinda worried about her. I tried making plans with her over Valentine’s weekend, thought she could use a distraction from, you know…everything.”
“What’d she say?” I ask, working to keep my tone casual.
Ryan frowns. “That’s the thing. She was cagey as hell. Just said she already had plans but wouldn’t tell me what they were.”
A muscle tightens in my jaw. If Ryan somehow finds out she went to Tahoe, there’s no way he won’t do the math.
He blows out a breath. “Maybe I’ll swing by her place tonight with dinner and try to feel her out. Pump her for information.”
“Yeah, sure. Good idea.”
I make a mental note to text Rosie, giving her a heads-up. I’m pretty sure I left my jacket hanging on the hook by her front door.
Damn. We need to be more careful.
