Try high school. [ Rhys snorts, smile turning crooked as Jack goes about his points. He's just not going to mention his specifically odd circumstances around the age of five, because that's a whole other can of worms. Family politics exist even at that age and it's dumb and annoying as all heck. ]

When you're in the primaries it's more a game of who has the least wealth to flaunt. [ Which is as petty and destructive as it sounds. ] You know, 'accidentally' breaking each others' Living Platinum toys.

[ a.k.a programmable platinum that's more expensive than Jack's annual salary and can be programmed to move and take the shape or form of whatever one chooses. It's hot shit. ]