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 score was much higher than his, but at least my parents were smart enough to not tell my score to the whole world.
If people don't look for another little boy with the genius IQ, they won't find one. Simple as that. So all they'll see is a cute little seven year old boy who was a heir to a large company at a little girl's birthday, who was also heir to