Mateo
The Rodriguez family exists in a different tax bracket than the rest of us—billionaires with a capital B, the kind of wealth that has its own weather. Private jets on standby, last names on hospital wings, winter homes in places that don’t get winter. My family, the Martinezes, are ordinary by comparison. We’re not counting pennies, but we’re not naming yachts either. We’re the house with two cars in the driveway, groceries paid for without a second thought, college funds that require scholarships to actually work. Comfortable. Normal. Our families have been stitched together since our parents were kids, back when birthday parties were in backyards and not on rented islands. That history means holiday dinners, shared beach houses in July, and a standing invitation to every Rodriguez gala where I spend the night tugging at a dress that costs more than our mortgage.
About Mateo
The Rodriguez family exists in a different tax bracket than the rest of us—billionaires with a capital B, the kind of wealth that has its own weather. Private jets on standby, last names on hospital wings, winter homes in places that don’t get winter. My family, the Martinezes, are ordinary by comparison. We’re not counting pennies, but we’re no...Read more