Page 108 of Billionaire Bachelor
Greg nods, interest flickering behind his glasses. “Good to meet you both.”
Ryan and Jared echo the sentiment.
I cue the first slide.“Okay, ladies and gentlemen. I know your time is valuable, so let’s dive in.”
Since Ryan could charm the granny panties off a nun, we decided he’d be the one to kick things off, and, as expected, he doesn’tdisappoint. His warm-up is so smooth, it could practically be its own TED Talk.
“This isn’t just about enhancing the customer experience,” he says, voice steady, confident. “It’s about redefining what’s possible in sports betting. It’s the kind of advantage that will give Olympus Gaming & Resorts a lead your competitors can’t touch, no matter how hard they try…”
As Ryan wraps, Jared steps forward, offers a quick nod to the room, and advances the slide.
“What we’re proposing isn’t hypothetical. Our model is sharp enough to adjust odds mid-game with near-flawless accuracy. It’s passed every stress test we’ve thrown at it, and integration is ready to go the moment you give us the green light.”
He clicks to a clean, minimal slide showing key milestones.
“You’ll see the rollout phases here, but the bottom line is this: we’re delivering predictive accuracy that holds up under pressure. It’s fast, stable, and scalable, no matter how many users are on the platform. It’s the kind of edge that keeps players engaged and your competitors scrambling.”
Then he steps back, letting the data speak for itself.
All eyes shift to me as I rise and grab the clicker, advancing to the next slide. On the screen is a mockup of a personalized fantasy dashboard with charts, player stats, win projections, and the like. It’s the stuff that makes a fantasy junkie feel like a goddamn Wall Street analyst.
“You’ve seen what our predictive model can do for your existing players, now let me show you how it’ll help you gain new ones.”
Every Olympus executive sits up taller, leaning closer, showing me I’ve got their undivided attention.
Ryan and I share a look, mentally high-fiving one another.
“Odds are, at least three people in this room are in more than one fantasy football league each season.” I raise my hand. “I’m one of them. Anyone else?”
I quickly glance at Greg, whose sheepish grin and raised indexfinger confirms the intel Ryan had is dead-on. Ryan, along with three more Olympus execs, also raise their hands, prompting a round of quiet chuckles throughout the room.
“Well, I suspect you’ll be especially interested in this next part, both personally and professionally.”
I click to the next slide, where our fantasy league simulation begins its flow—player performance forecasts, weekly matchup insights, live stat shifts, all tailored in real time.
“This model pulls from actual league data and overlays our predictive engine to generate customized recommendations: draft picks, trade suggestions, weekly starters, sleeper alerts. At the start of each season, users input their league’s structure and scoring rules. Whether it’s PPR, dynasty, standard, or something entirely custom, our tool adapts. It automatically tailors predictions, player rankings, and trade advice to fit.”
I pause for dramatic effect, then grin.
“And it updates every second.”
Click.
The final slide appears—a projection graph showing player growth and retention over time.
“But this isn’t about tossing more features at users. It’s about building smarter systems that meet them where they already are…then pulling them deeper into the ecosystem. Give a player a win, and they’ll come back. Give them an edge, and you’ve got them for life.”
I take a beat.
“Fantasy is the gateway, if you will, where casual fans become loyal users, and where untapped demographics enter the sports betting world for the first time. For Olympus, that means player growth and retention, two of your core objectives.”
I step back, remote still in hand, the final graph glowing behind me.
“If our model can do that for fantasy football—something people obsess over for free—imagine what it can do across your entire gamingplatform. Partnering with BetMasters doesn’t just raise the ceiling. It revolutionizes it.”
A few beats of silence follow while the Olympus team processes everything we just laid out. My pulse is jacked, nervous energy buzzing so hard, I feel like Rosie. I have to consciously remind myself not to pace.
After what feels like an hour—but is probably less than a minute—Takahashi leans forward, fingers steepled, eyes fixed on the graph behind me.
