Jay tapped refresh on his screen and waited anxiously for the numbers to appear.
“Looking nervous bro” Mo said watching him from across the room, a broad smile on his face and his brown eyes sparkling mischievously.
“Whatever” Jay answered as the numbers flashed on the screen.
“What you got then?” Mo pressed getting out of his chair and walking across to try and take a look at the screen. “How many do you have?”
Jay pulled away and pushed the device inside his robe. “2.4. Still plenty more that you” he snapped.
“Ah but it isn’t just about numbers, it’s also about quality Jay.”
Mo reached into a pocket and pulled out his own device and thrust it towards Jay. Initially reluctant he took it and scanned over the stats blinking across the screen.
“1.6 with pretty high dedication scores I will admit” he said sullenly and handed it back. “I still beat you on wealth and influence categories too though.”
“For now” Mo said still smiling. “You’ve seen my predictions for the next 80 years right? Dad thinks I’ve a real chance of catching you, especially now my mortality rates are dropping and you have your European problem to deal with.”
Jay really did find him so annoying at times.
“I have no idea why you’re grinning so much” Jay replied angrily, “Vish has nearly as many as you do and his dedication scores are nearly as high as yours. Vish what you got mate?”
Both men turned to where a third man was sitting on a small wicker chair surrounded by piles of books and papers.
“Don’t involve me in this “ he shouted back and pulled on a pair of headphones “I want nothing to do with this I am quite happy with what I have. I’m sitting this out for now thanks.”
Mo laughed and folded his arms defiantly. “You know I will get his eventually don’t you, there’s just no way you’ll ever get them. Say what you want, his dedication scores are on the slide almost as badly as yours.”
Jay balled each of his hands into a fist. He really wanted more than anything to punch him in the mouth. He was so abrasive when in one of these moods. Always so desperate to get ahead.
“You know what Mo” Jay said walking closer, chest puffed out. “Maybe it’s time we took this to the next level. Maybe it’s time I put you in your place.”
“Oh and how are you going to do that then?” he asked pushing back. “You got some secret weapon? You played the evangelist card in the eighties, you got nothing left. They were all discredited. You’re bluffing. Best you can do is damage control.”
Jay hesitated for a moment, smiled and then took a step back. He reached back inside his robe for his device and stabbed at the screen. He smiled and slowly turned the screen in his hand and held it outwards towards his brother.
Mo looked confused. “You’re playing a Donald? What the hell is a Donald?”