I fucking love running my own business, especially when the money’s flowing in like water, now that it’s taking off.

One big perk? I can be home early for Thanksgiving—almost two whole months early.

And because my business partners are my brothers, all of us are home in Ashbourne right now—well, three of us, at least.

The twins are coming tomorrow because it’s Friday and there are some clients they want to meet in person before the weekend.

We’ve been working our asses off for years, and finally the business is stable enough for us to let our staff handle it for a while. The last few holiday seasons, our parents had to visit us in the city because we couldn’t get away from work.

Ah, it feels like old times.

Well, maybe not exactly like old times.

As my brothers and I step out of my red, convertible Porsche in downtown Ashbourne, all eyes are on us.

To be fair, we’ve always drawn some attention because the ladies have always loved us (and most of us love the ladies back).

Right now, though, it’s not just the ladies who are staring at us. And they’re not just paying attention to the way we look but also at the things we have—like my luxury car, Ollie’s shiny watch, and Liam’s expensive camera.

Another thing that’s different from the old times? We’re not sleeping in our old bedrooms in the house we grew up in. Instead, the twins and Ollie are staying with Mom, while Liam and I are with Dad.

Like our parents, we’ve split up, but we’re still kind of together.

My life’s going perfectly to plan. It’s always been my dream to start and build a successful business; I just didn’t know how to get here.

But I found my answer in my brother. Who knew Ollie’s idea could turn all five of us into wealthy men?

Honestly, when Ollie first mentioned “medical tourism,” I had no idea what it was.

But now, I could probably teach a Medical Tourism 101 course, just using the information stored in my brain. No need for textbooks or anything. Those broke college students would love having me teach them.

I’m not going to do that, though.

Firstly, as hot as a professor-student tryst sounds, I don’t need to be on any campus to impress college chicks. My brothers and I are starting to gain some recognition in the media, and let’s just say we’ve been getting offers from women of all ages.

And secondly, we have the secret to success now. We’ve found the pot of gold. The way business is going right now, I wouldn’t trade my knowledge for anything. This shit is better than alchemy . . . or winning the lottery.

So why would I share our secrets, especially when college professors get paid peanuts compared to what we’re making?

Besides, it’s not like just anyone can replicate our success. My brothers and I make the best team. Each of us has his own area of expertise, and we happen to complement one another.

We’ve been working at this for five years since Ollie graduated college and could finally devote himself to our business full time. He believed in it so much he decided not to apply for a hospital internship after he graduated medical school.

Even though Ollie’s our youngest brother, his faith in this business gave the rest of us the kick in the pants we needed to quit our jobs, too.

Liam was a young lawyer at a prestigious firm at the time. I was a portfolio manager in a hedge fund company. The twins were consistently the top sales representatives at one of the biggest insurance companies in the country.

It wasn’t easy to give up those jobs, but we knew we had to do it.

We’d been talking about our own family business for years, as we were growing up. We’d gotten the idea from some movie that I can’t remember anymore now.

Then, the idea had just taken a life of its own from there. We’d talked about it often—at the dining table, in the school bus, late at night when the lights had been turned off and it was time to sleep . . . And later, as one by one we’d gone to college, we’d continued to discuss the idea over the phone.

Since we founded Hunter Meditour, we’ve gone through a lot of ups and downs.

I’m not going to lie; there were days when I deeply regretted starting this business. There were nights when I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling as anxiety gripped my heart like a vice. More than once, we suffered so many setbacks we almost lost our collective shirt.

But we kept on working at it, and that’s how we got here.

It feels like we’ve made the best decision ever, especially now that we’re home in Ashbourne.

After the way these people treated my parents, after the way they questioned my parents’ fitness to raise children, there’s nothing I want more than to rub our success in their faces.

All five of us are here to spend time with our parents as a complete family. But I may have an ulterior motive: I also want these people to admit, even if only to themselves, that they were wrong about us.

Look at us. We’re the fucking one percent now. What was it that you said—something about how our parents were going to ruin our lives?