123BelieveInMe

Another suit, another formal black tie event, with my mother and father. At another famous hotel. Celebrating the birthday of a little girl, the daughter of a rich business owner who owned the worldwide company, Frames. Reports from servants mentioned she was around my age now, just turning five. Only two years younger. It would be the same. Again and again, polite smiles, a pinch on the cheek, an "Isn't he darling?" or two. Pretending I was as intelligent as a normal seven year old was quite easy. I pitied the current young genius, about my age. He was mobbed by business owners asking him to be a business partner in several deals. My IQ sc