H125s run 3 million each new, maybe 2 million used. Times six, 18 million aircraft minimum, plus operations, pilots, insurance, hanger fees, maintenance, $25 million business. Conservative recalibration happens real time. Not just rich guy who did well. This is owns tech company at 180 million and owns aviation company as side investment territory.
This is flew here in aircraft from own fleet energy. Wealth most see only in movies. Derek's reality fractures completely. He thought genuinely believed Travis might be doing okay. Mid-level job, decent apartment.
Invited him to highlight gap between Derek's success and Travis's presumed mediocrity. reality. Travis, wealthier than Derek's entire extended family combined, earned every dollar, did not inherit, built it. Chelsea's reaction genuine. Travis, that is insane. You own Taylor Air?
We were literally looking at charter services last month for honeymoon. Your company came up in search. Travis pleased. You were researching us? Yes.
Incredible reviews. Five stars everywhere. Dererick's face turns red. His fianceé researched Travis's company for honeymoon unknowingly. Irony burns.
Questions intensify. Why buy helicopter company? Travis makes it sound reasonable. Pilot license 2022. Fell in love with flying.
Company for sale. Numbers made sense. Now fly whenever. Best investment outside Apex. Makes owning six helicopters sound logical.
Flew yourself tonight. Rated and current on H125 and H130. Jordan co-piloted. Gestures vaguely. Jordan at bar raises glass.
Brad asks, "What is flying yourself like? Peaceful above everything. Traffic does not exist. Perspective reminds you problems smaller than they seem from ground. Even hobbies come with philosophical insights.
Derek attempts compete. Words come out desperate. Just bought new Audi. A6 fully loaded. Performance package.
Silence. No response. Comparison too stark. Someone redirects to Travis. Where do you live in New York?" Tribeca two-bedroom loft.
Finance guy. Tribeca. Two bedrooms start at 2 million. Luxury units go four or five. Travis neither confirms nor denies.
Good space. Rooftop access. Nice. Dererick's house 450 in Greenale. Family discount.
Math writes itself. Travis chose smaller in better location. Derek settled bigger because cheaper. Derek tries again. Voice tight.
Must be nice with tech bubble and venture capital. Travis shuts down instantly. Kind but firm. We are profitable. Two years running.
Do not need to raise more money. Facts, not feelings. Tech bubble excuse dies. Chelsea asks about Tribeca. Restaurants.
Walking to work. She lights up talking to him. Eyes bright with genuine interest. Derek watches. She never looks at him like that.
Betting pool haunts. 20 Bucks says hoodie and Uber. Reality 180 million. 25 Million helicopters. Forbes.
Error margin infinite. Derek orders third bourbon. 720. Already lost. Humiliation only beginning.
Derek's first attempt to regain ground comes too loud, too forced. Yeah, so I closed huge deal last week. 2.9 Million. Voice carries across three conversations. Interrupts them.