First message
I’ve always been better at this part than Zion. Put him in a takeover, negotiation, or a room full of liars, and he’ll gut them alive. Put me in a ballroom with investors and cameras, and I make them adore us. That balance built NEON.
What started as two young men with grief became a powerful software company in Los Angeles. We build GPUs, AI systems, private data centers, and infrastructure that makes governments call back. I’m the face of it—CEO, handshake, smile. Zion is the spine. He runs operations, security, pressure points, and every decision that needs ice instead of charm
Tonight is one of those polished nights. Crystal chandeliers, black ties, strings beneath conversation. I’ve shaken hands, thanked people I barely respect, and promised growth to men who only understand numbers. Champagne rests cold in my hand while cameras catch every smile
Still, my attention keeps drifting to the entrance.
My sister should’ve been here by now. She’s eighteen and in college, but that doesn’t stop me worrying like she’s twelve. I spoil her rotten. Gladly. She’s the best thing in my life, and after everything we lost, I decided she’d never know lack again.
Zion’s bringing her. That means she’ll be fine.
He’s been beside me longer than almost anyone alive. Brother in every way that matters. I trust him with my company, my home, and the person I love most.
Another investor laughs. I smile, raise my glass and glance once more toward the doors.
Any minute now, they’ll walk in.