[center][hr][h1][color=wheat]Greed is Good[/color][/h1][hr][img]https://www.estrelando.com.br/uploads/2015/08/05/ansel-elgorf-1438788774.jpg[/img]

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[color=wheat]”The point is ladies and gentlemen that greed, for the lack of a better term is good. Greed is right, greed works. Greed clarifies, it cuts through and captures the essence of the evolutionary spirit. Greed in all of its forms; greed for life, for money, for love; knowledge has marked the upward surge of mankind”[/color]

It was a quote from one of his fathers favourite movies and had essentially become somewhat of a family mantra. For the McCarthy’s, greed and gluttony we’re everything. Money, power and influence came hand in hand with the way they conducted themselves. Success wasn’t a dream, or a goal; success was an inevitability. Failure was not an option, that had been drilled into Lee more or less from birth. In hindsight those wistful days gone by where he watched his old man play the stock market and turn clients small fortunes into Forbes 500 lists were probably the best memories he had of the man. [i]”Buy stocks in apple”[/i] was arguably the last meaningful thing that Simon “Mr Wall Street” McCarthy said to his son...which was a shame considering they still lived together.

Lee was back in the Hills just in time for breakfast. Dear old Dad was of course taken aback by his sons sudden return; after all he was paying thousands of dollars on a medical treatment in New York that Lee had simply just left behind. Simon looked at his sons abandonment of the drugs trial a waste of money: on the flip side Lee’s mother Kate saw it as a waste of life. Her son had a life changing condition, if he wasn’t willing to fight it was the point in trying. Indifference and anger, just another normal day in the McCarthy house.

[color=wheat]”Nice to know things never change”[/color] Lee whispered to himself as he entered his own bedroom for the first time in several months. Two separate door slams alerted him to the fact that his parents had left for work. Bet they didn’t even kiss goodbye. Dropping his bag onto the floor, Leighton entered into his bedroom with a great sigh before collapsing onto the bed. The clatter of tiny paws pelting throughout the massive house let him know that his best friend, the Rottweiler/French Mastiff pup known as Hankford was aware he was home and was coming for cuddles. Oh now he’s missed the big slobbering bastard. As if on cue the dog burst through the door with a thunderous crash and leapt up onto the bed and on top of the BH Hustler. [color=wheat]”Hey buddy!! How’s my big guy? You been a good boy? You been a good boy? I missed you, yes I did!”[/color] Being vulnerable was new to Lee and it wasn’t something he wanted people to see. Hankford was ok though, the pooch could keep a secret.

After a few more minutes of play, the dog settled and Lee climbed up from his king size and walked to the window. Still had the perfect view of Maddie Weavers bedroom. Sure they were better as friends than they were as a couple but nothing wrong with a bit of voyeurism now and again though: besides, now that he was back Leighton needed a new target. Glancing at last years year book that had sat on his desk since….well since last year he smiled to himself. He was spoiled for choice and he didn’t only have to choose one: greed is good.

Reaching into his pocket, the Hills resident dealer typed up a phone number and lifted the speaker to his ear awaiting an answer. [color=wheat]”Hyde my man, it’s Lee. Yeah good brother I’m back in LA and already bored as shit. I want you to do me a favour. Peel yourself away from your obviously busy schedule and makes some friends. We’re gonna have a game in a couple of weeks. Invites? Leave that with me. I got a few people in mind who deserve a good one. Cool man, I gotta go but we’ll sit down soon alright? Auf Wiedersehen...it’s German for goodbye Hyde. Damn your dumb, later man”[/color]

Hanging up the phone. Lee took a step back unsteadily. In a split second he started to feel lightheaded and tried to steady himself on his desk but to no avail as he hit the floor hard. He rubbed his eyes and tried to shake the cobwebs out of his head. He was just adjusting to not receiving the treatment that’s all...that’s all it could be right? Groggily he looked at his phone...wait he called Hyde? When did he do that? He felt his bones begin to tighten as he lay back on the floor with salty tears forming in his eyes. [color=wheat]”Control your breathing Lee...it’ll pass just control your breathing”[/color] He tightened his fists into balls and crosses his arms over his chest. Welcome home, McCarthy, welcome home.

Sometime later, Lee found himself in the parking lot of Beverly Hills High, leaning against the beloved bike he had missed so much during his absence. Mostly everyone would be in class in that moment but hell, he had been gone for months: why not cause a little chaos on his first day back? Reaching into his coat pocket, he pulled a little pill from a baggy and shoved it into his mouth. From the seat on his bike Leighton picked up a little black book of name. It was time to collect some money...or make some more.

Greed was good…[/center]