Beatrice
Rock is a total gentleman on the way to dinner. He's charming, but he's not flirty. He's on board with Operation Billionaire for whatever reason, and he's all business.
"You drive a Maserati, too?" I ask, touching the white leather seat.
"Maserati? I don't buy cheap s**t like Cole does. This is an Aston Martin. This is royal, high class, James Bond wheels. The queen herself worked the production line to make this car. Normally, I make people bow before they're allowed in this car. At the very least, a curtsy."
"Wow, you don't play with the stock market. You're dead serious with it."
"Look, I couldn't let Cole be the only local boy who did good. He went to Princeton. I went to Harvard. He made his first million. I...well, it's a long story."
So, their rivalry goes back a long
