Saving Her Billionaire

He had taken the man that was responsible for earning the money that had afforded Nate this ridiculously high end lifestyle for granted, the man without whom, Nate would not have gotten any of the things he had enjoyed so frivolously his entire life.

Nate started big. He started by thinking about things like cars. When he had been sixteen, his father had bought him a Ferrari. He had been no more than a child, for at sixteen one does not have the mental capacity, maturity or stability to be considered even close to being an adult. One is most certainly a child at sixteen, and it is very important that one is treated in such a way because life is cruel and it sneaks its cruel tentacles into your daily activities without you realizing it.

Hence, Nate’s sixteenth birthday present had been very wrong, he realized this now. That car had cost as much as a house. It was not even a small house that this car was equivalent to in value, but a large house. This car was as expensive as a house that a doctor or a lawyer would have bought, a house that was extremely well made and expensive. The value of his car at the age of sixteen would have bought a house that very intelligent and well educated people would have worked very hard to buy, and in doing so they would have been looked at as privileged by the less fortunate members of society.

Nate kept thinking about this fact. He kept thinking about the fact that the moment he had turned sixteen, a rather arbitrary celebration all things considered because a sixteen year old is not all that different from a seventeen year old or a fifteen year old if you discount the fact that fifteen year olds are still a year away from being able to drive. He had gotten a car that had the monetary value of a house that the privileged members of society would have been able to afford after working very hard, and even then they might have struggled to pay for it. And what was worse was that he had just been given this very expensive gift. He had not had to work for it. He had not had to do anything at all except be born to his father, a very wealthy man who was also very generous as far as his family and friends were concerned, and spared no expense in giving the people he loved exactly what they wanted the moment they wanted it.

Nate began to think of all of those vacations they had taken. They had taken two vacations every year, one in the summer and one in the winter. These vacations had been so luxurious that it seemed ridiculous to Nate. They had stayed at seven star hotels, places where they had been waited on day and night by people whose sole job it was to make them feel special and privileged. The people that waited on them probably earned enough to live good lives and live in nice houses and support their families. The people that had waited on them probably earned enough money to drive cars that were, objectively, quite nice as far as the middle class was concerned. That was how rich Nate’s family was. So rich that the trickle down effect had the people that were, essentially, little more than waiters and concierges living good lives.

This could not be right. There was no way that such a thing could be morally right. For a single family to have so much money… it meant that there was something very, very wrong with the world. It meant that there was a severe imbalance.

Nate began to think of money as water in an attempt to better understand just how privileged he was. He began to think of how water was not an infinite resource. Even if you counted the oceans as well as freshwater sources such as lakes, you had so much water that everybody in the world would have more than enough to spend their entire lives enjoying themselves, staying clean and hydrated no matter what the situation was.

However, in spite of the fact that there was so much water in the world, there were a few people that had entire lakes all to themselves. There were people that had smaller ponds. There were large groups of people that had rivers to themselves. And then, there was the rest of the world, an impossibly large group of people that lived in a desert and looked to the sky with their open mouths dry, desperately waiting for rain to come and quench their thirst.

This was how it was with money as well. Nate’s family had enough money to keep a million people well fed for their entire lives, yet they held on to this money as if it was the only thing in the world that mattered. The billionaires of the world had the ability to eliminate the very need to have a job. They had the power to ensure that no man in the world ever had to go hungry again, that no man in the world would have to compromise on what they wanted. And yet, in spite of a few people possessing so much wealth, or perhaps because of it, there were so many people in the world that died hungry, that died thirsty, that died with no clothes on their backs and no roof over their heads.

This was not right. Nate could not stop thinking about how this was not at all right.

His father was dead. Nate could not remove his hands from his face. He could not bear to think of the light of the hospital waiting room hitting his face, the first time light would touch his face after he had been told that his father was no longer alive.

How could this happen? He could not stop wondering about this either. His father had always been as healthy as an ox. He had been rather obsessive about his health, in fact, so much so that it had sometimes annoyed Nate.

His father had never eaten fast food. He had stopped eating it when he had been in his mid thirties and had not broken this dedicated fast from food that was cooked in a cheap and unhealthy manner ever since. For the past two decades he had been a vegan as well, completely avoiding meat of any kind. He had been obsessive about this too, so much so that he had eschewed vegetarianism in favor of pure veganism. He did not eat eggs or even drink milk. His diet was so devoid of fat that he wouldn’t even have needed to exercise in order to maintain his figure.

However, he had exercised and quite a bit. He had been a fitness freak, to be very honest. He had gone on runs every single day, running around five miles before work every single day of the week. After his run he went to the gym in the building his company owned and had worked out for a whole hour. Hence, he was not just healthy and fit. Nate’s father had been a muscular man, and had not looked like he was someone on the verge of turning sixty years old. In fact, he had looked as if he was still in his early fifties.