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Matthew Patel was fucking BELATED. The adrenaline high was pure ecstasy, ecstasy that had multiplied through tetration and prayers of thanks for every god in the Shiksapatri that graced him with his gift, the same one that helped him take down Gideon. Now Gideon Graves is Gordon Goose, and everything that belong to Gideon now belonged to him, Matthew 'Mantra' Rakeshkumar Patel.
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The second Gideon left, along with all the other evil exes, the first thing Matthew did was excitedly take a limo to what was Gideon's mansion, and despite his hardest attempts, he couldn't shake the shit-eating grin on his face. He rocked into his seat, biting his lip to stop himself from giggling manically, looking through the window, into the fence of the pristine estate that was now his to keep. The house always breathtaking. He never really understood what's the deal with the crazy rich with having a 190 00 square feet mansion - but now he was the crazy rich with an 190 000 square feet mansion.
It was AMAZING.
As he was eventually dropped off by his new chaperone, he stopped trying to hide how absolutely amazing he felt when he summoned his demon hipster chicks. For professional reasons that is, they were to be his new secretaries after all. Whatever he had yet to see (almost all of G-Man Media, all of the 14 animal shelters, that movie studio, and whatever else Gideon said), he ensured that his demon hipster chicks did by giving them straight-forward instructions to give detailed descriptions of whatever they see. Though he doubts they'd be as detailed as he'd like. He put them into pairs and sent them off, there they saluted back, before flying away with a guarantee to come back anything but empty handed.
With his demon hipster chicks gone to make a run down of what was now his, Matthew dropped the act and grinned maniacally to himself. With no one around to judge him, he ran into the mansion's big, pointy gates that seemed to have come from the medieval era, and threw the gigantic wood doors open.
Holy fuck the Gideon-but-now-Matthew estate looked heavenly. It already seemed huge from the outside, but now it looked like a fucking palace looking at it's entrance. Matthew felt like a five year old all over again, to be far it's not like he ever matured over the age of ten. Matthew's smile widened so much his mouth began to ache, a single tear falling down in cheek and he circled himself walking through the living room.
He had to tell his mom and dad about this.
He quickly pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed his mom's number. The phone rang for a few moments before his mom picked up.
"મંત્ર બેટા,, શૂ થાયુ?"
"મમ્મી I'M RICH!"
Silence followed, as Matthew's mom let his words sit in her mind, then happiness flooded her being. Her son wasn't a broad way failure anymore. Excitedly, she screamed out,
"રાકેશ અહીં આવો! અમારો છોકરો FAILURE નથી!" Ouch. There were multiple audible indications to Rakesh, Matthew's dad, that clearly showed him running to the phone as though he was the one who was getting the money. Matthew wondered how his dad was able to run that fast when he wasn't even able to stand properly anymore, but that thought was cut short when he came to the microphone.
"મંત્ર! મંત્ર! ARE YOU LYING?" Matthew's dad asked excitedly, believing his claim to be too good to be true. Fortunately, today was one of the few days where Matthew made his family proud.
“ના પપ્પા! I DID IT! I WON MILLIONS!” Matthew exclaimed, tears leaving his eyes as his cheeks hurt from smiling so much. His parents beamed from the other side of the phone, this called for a party!
"COME ON MATTHEW, GIVE US A PARTY! I'LL CALL ALL YOUR AUNTIES AND UNCLES FROM INDIA! YOUR COUSINS, NIECES AND NEPHEWS AND THEN WE'LL ALL PARTYYYY!" Matthew's mom and dad then began to celebrate, fantasizing about their only son bragging on to their bitchy siblings about how rich he is.
...
He might not stay that rich if he let up a party for his entire bloodline.
"MAKE SURE THERE'S CATERING FOR EVERYONE!"
Matthew imagined billions of dollars, paper money, downing down a comedically large drain. No fucking way that party's happening.
"YES OF COURSE ડાડી, LOVE YOU BYE!!" Matthew quickly hung up the phone, and waited a moment. Not really for a good reason, like if his dad was going to call again, even though he probably won't. Another second passed, Matthew unwinded and took a breath, putting his phone back into his pocket.
Then two of his demon hipster chicks, Mahi and Minal, came running back.
"MATTHEW! MATTHEW! GIDEON'S FUCKED IN THE HEAD!!" They said quickly, genuinely disturbed. It surprised Matthew, he hasn't seen them like that ever. He was about to ask them what's wrong, but his question was answered in seconds.
"GIDEON KEPT THESE POOR GIRLS IN THESE TUBE THINGS! THEY LOOK DEAD!"
...
Wait.
WHAT.