The Invitation Read: “Mountain Crest Resort — Daniel, Don’t Attend.” I Replied: “Understood.” The Day Of The Event, The Resort Director Walked Up To My Dad And Said, “Sir, The Owner Would Like A Word.” Then He Looked Past Him… And Pointed At Me. Dad’s Face Drained Of Color. Security Waited For My Instructions.

“No,” James said. “You said you did internet stuff, computer projects—”

“And you never asked for details,” I said. “Not once in ten years.

You just decided it was a hobby and stopped paying attention.”

Patricia was still standing there, tablet in hand. “Mr. Richardson,” she said to my father, “should I inform the guests that tonight’s event is approved by ownership?

There was some concern about the arrangements.”

I looked at my father—at his expensive suit, his shocked face, his birthday party full of important people—and I made my choice. “Tonight’s event is fully approved,” I said. “In fact, I’m upgrading the bar to top-shelf spirits.

No additional charge.”

“Happy birthday, Dad. Enjoy your party.”

I let it settle, then added, “All 178 guests. I’ve made sure everything is perfect.”

“The seven-course meal, the string quartet, the extended hours until 2:00 a.m.—all arranged on my property.”

I started to walk away, then turned back.

“Oh, and Dad,” I said, “about my internet hobby.”

“Zenith Solutions was named to the Inc. 5000 list of fastest-growing companies for three consecutive years. I was featured in Forbes 30 Under 30.”

“And last month, I closed a contract with the Department of Defense worth $12 million over two years.”

I watched it sink in.

“But I understand why you wouldn’t want me at your adults-only party,” I said. “Clearly, I haven’t accomplished anything real.”

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