The dinner started out as a casual gathering, but Joe Gorga had other plans. With a smirk and a sip of his wine, he dropped the bombshell that sent the whole table into fits of laughterâexcept for one person.
âLuis, his business mind? Itâs like a paper boat in a storm. It always sinks before it can set sail!â Joe quipped, shaking his head in fake pity. The jab landed hard, making Luis Ruelasâ face tighten as the others struggled to contain their amusement. But Joe wasnât done yet.
âHeâs got his $2.5 million house locked up and still thinks heâs a financial genius. Who knows? Maybe heâs planning to switch to the foreclosure business next,â Joe added, his sarcasm slicing through the air like a dagger.
Luis sat there, his face turning redder by the second. His usual confident demeanor cracked under the weight of Joeâs relentless mockery. The laughter around the table wasnât just at the jokeâit was at him. He clenched his jaw, gripping his fork like he wanted to launch it across the table.
If looks could kill, Joe Gorga would have been buried six feet under before dessert. But Joe, ever the instigator, just leaned back, poured himself another drink, and smirked.
Would Luis fire back? Or would he sit there, stewing in humiliation, while Joe continued to dismantle his so-called âbusiness mindâ in front of everyone? One thing was clearâthis wasnât just dinner. This was war. đ„
