Leo sat in his room, staring at the ceiling as he absentmindedly scrolled through his phone. He had just finished buying a ridiculous amount of snacks, and while the novelty of infinite money was still fresh, something had been gnawing at him all morning.
His parents—good, hardworking people—had always been there for him. They never asked for anything extravagant, always happy with the small joys life gave them. But he knew they were struggling. They worked long hours at jobs that barely paid enough to cover their bills. His mom still drove that old, dented sedan that made an embarrassing racket whenever it started. His dad had a rusty pickup truck that broke down every other week.
Leo blinked. Maybe... just maybe, he could finally give them something nice. He wasn't going to buy them a flashy sports car—he wasn't that dumb. It would be wasted on them. They wouldn't even know what to do with it. But a good, practical car? That was something they could use.
Yeah, something luxurious. Not flashy, just... expensive.
It didn't take long for Leo to find a dealership. One quick Google search, and he was on his way. The place was called Grandeur Motors, and it looked sleek, modern, and way too fancy for Leo's usual taste. But he had money to burn and a point to prove.
The minute he stepped into the dealership, a salesperson in a sharp suit approached him. The man, tall and with an over-polished smile, greeted Leo with the enthusiasm of someone who knew he was about to make a commission.
"Good afternoon, sir! Welcome to Grandeur Motors. How can I assist you today?" The salesperson was practically vibrating with excitement.
"I'm looking to buy a car. Something practical. Luxurious, but not too flashy," Leo said casually, putting his hands in his pockets.
The salesman nodded enthusiastically, clearly thrilled by the prospect of a sale. "Of course, sir! I understand. Let me show you our most popular luxury models."
He led Leo past row after row of expensive cars, some sleek and futuristic, others vintage and sophisticated. But Leo wasn't really paying attention. He wasn't interested in the specifics, just the price tag. He wanted something that would make his parents proud—something that would scream success, but without yelling I'm a millionaire in everyone's face.
"Here it is, sir," the salesman said, dramatically stopping in front of a car. Leo blinked. It was sleek, silver, with smooth curves that made it look like something out of a spy movie.
"Wow," Leo said, impressed by how... normal it looked. "This one looks good. What's the price?"
The salesman hesitated. He'd been expecting Leo to ask about performance specs or some other technical nonsense, but the price? That was where the magic happened. "This model, sir, is the Altrion 850. It's our flagship vehicle—sophisticated, understated, and top of the line."
Leo nodded, pretending he understood every word. "Great, so, uh, how much?"
The salesman smiled wider. "It's... well, the price is listed at $2.9 million, sir."
Leo's eyes widened, but only slightly. He had expected something expensive, but this? "That's... not too much, right? I mean, it's luxurious but not flashy."
The salesman's smile faltered for a second, but he quickly recovered. "No, no, sir. It's the perfect balance of luxury and refinement. Absolutely not flashy."
Leo nodded again, already convinced. "I'll take it."
The salesperson's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. His voice dropped to a low, reverent tone. "You mean... you really want to buy this? Right now?"
Leo gave him a casual look. "Yeah, sure. Why not?" He wasn't really paying attention anymore. "Just, uh, don't take too much time, alright?"
The paperwork was finalized faster than Leo could process. Within the hour, he was standing next to his new car, ready to drive it home.
When his parents arrived to pick him up, they were met with the sight of a sleek, silver car they couldn't even begin to fathom.
"Uh... Leo, what is this?" His dad looked at the car, then at Leo, utterly confused.
"I bought it for you guys," Leo said, grinning like it was no big deal. "It's for the family. A nice, practical car, nothing too flashy."
His mom and dad exchanged a confused glance. They didn't know the first thing about luxury cars, but they weren't going to argue with their son. He had just bought them a brand new car, for goodness' sake.
"Well... it's nice," his mom said hesitantly, glancing at the sleek curves of the car. "But... is this one of those fancy brands? It's too... shiny. I don't know anything about car like this."
Leo waved it off. "Oh, no. It's nothing too fancy. Just a good, solid car. I looked at the specs. It's best. Trust me, you'll love it."
His dad rubbed his chin, still unsure but too proud to argue. "Well, Leo, if you say so. Thank you, son. This is... a real surprise."
Leo smiled, a little smug now. "No problem. It's nothing. You guys deserve it."
Back at the dealership, the salesman was watching Leo drive off with his parents, still in shock.
"Did... did he really just buy an Altrion 850 without batting an eye?" one of the other salespeople asked, his jaw hanging open.
"Yeah, but without even asking what brand it was? I mean, that's one of the most expensive models we have. And... the guy didn't even care. He just wanted it."
Another salesperson shook his head in disbelief. "That kid must be a billionaire. I can tell you."
As Leo drove the car home, his parents chatting excitedly in the backseat, Leo couldn't help but think how much of a win this was. They didn't know it was a $3 million car, and frankly, he didn't care. All that mattered was that they were happy—and that he had gotten them something that would make them feel proud for once.
He didn't even know what brand the car was or why it cost so much. He just knew he had infinite money, and that meant he could do whatever the heck he wanted.
"Not bad at all," Leo muttered to himself as he turned up the radio, a content grin on his face.
As they pulled into the driveway, his dad patted his shoulder. "Thanks again, Leo. You really outdid yourself."
"Yeah, no problem," Leo said, waving off the praise. "I'm just getting started."