“Think about it,” I said. “If you have your own money, you can do whatever you like with it.”
“I kind of already do.” Daniel smiled.
“Do you?” I pointed at the electronic dashboard. “Who bought you this Jaguar?”
“I did. Well, I used my dad’s credit card, but still…”
“I know you like cars. Don’t you want to be able to buy whatever cars you like without asking anyone?”
I knew my friend was more interested in having fun than doing work. But it was sad to let his smart brain go to waste. Besides, he couldn’t live off his parents forever.
“Teach him to hunt for himself,” Mirelle said.
“It’s better than being fed by others.”
“I once saw a 1955 Jaguar D-Type at an auction,” I said, trying to get him interested. “It won the 1956 twenty-four-hour Le Mans race.”
“I know
