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So, unless Turtle was mistaken, not only were the kids still here, but it sounded like practically ever member of YA had at least one if not (as in her case) a full-on clan.

That was going to put a little bit of a restriction on club today, although she knew hers to be old enough that they didn't need constant supervision. She almost wanted to recruit them to help put together some kits, but she didn't want to flirt that closely with child labor laws.

Forget that she herself had been a business owner before the legal age when she was fifteen.

So she had plenty of business related today: cash registers, banks, even some trading sets. She had some Wall Street Journals and business minded games (Monopoly, Life, Risk and chess, because business was just another battleground), as well as tons more of the usual treats with cocoa as well as coffee.

"Easy meeting today, guys," she announced at the round table of desks. "Young Entrepreneurs are the future of business, so our collected Younger Entrepreneurs here are our future's future, so let's share with them our love of business and just have fun today."

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Most likely both. "Oh god, what are you?!"

...the smile scared him, okay?

"What are you?" Trip countered, which he felt was just as important as a question, really, even if he already knew the answer.

Kind of.

He thought he knew the answer.

"Deadpool. Vice principal," He countered. In a battle of wills with a child, he felt so special.

"And I'm Trip Wexler. My parents are gazillionaires."

"Wexler, hmmmm?" Deadpool eyed Turtle. "Don't get in any catfights."

"I won't!" Trip said. "We don't even have a cat. We have a dog, though, but I wouldn't fight with her; it wouldn't be very smart. I made charts to prove it; wanna seeeeeee 'em?"

Deadpool just eyed him for a moment. "Eh, sure, why not?"

Trip went over and grabbed his briefcase, which was monogrammed and had papers sticking out of it. It wasn't that heavy, but he still dragged it across the floor, then plopped it on a desk to open it and importantly riffle through it.

And then he procured a binder, with a bunch of charts and graphs with such labels as 'Likelihood of Tackling a St. Bernard, based on Weight, with Drool as Factor' and 'Number of Times Dad's Fallen on his Butt this Year, and Where'.

"You have a lot of free time, doncha kid?"

"Yes," Trip had to agree, nodding, "yes, I do. Mum says it's good for me; she says it keeps me from turning out too much like Dad."

Now he had to ask...

"And just who is daddy dearest?"

Oh, what? He couldn't guess?

"Jeff Murdock Wexler!"

Why, yes, he took Turtle's name.

Okay, he had Deadpool there. "...I shoulda been able to guess that one."

Trip's head bobbed in a nod. "Yeah," he agreed. "You reaaaally should have."

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