C106 THE BILLIONAIRE'S MALEFICENCE

It’s about an hour till lunch time when I lift my arms over my head and stretch my neck back and forth that I hear a throat clearing behind me. I swing around in my office chair. A guy stands behind me who looks barely old enough to be in college, shifting awkwardly back and forth from foot to foot.

“Um, hi. Are you,” he looks down at the paper he’s holding in his hands, then frowns