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Why the hell would Dolly be scared?

“And I do.”

“Alone in the apartment,” Hank adds.

“You want to talk to him alone in the apartment? Craig, it sounds like you want to hurt him.”

Yeah, that’s not going to happen. I don’t know who these fuckers are, but they’re not going to hurt me. As long as I can actually regain my strength before we get to the apartment, I think I’ll be fine. I don’t move, though. I stay perfectly still.

Dolly doesn’t seem like she knew anything was going on, but I can’t trust her anymore. This is unfortunately because I’m forever two drinks away from asking her out. Dolly is kind-hearted and sweet. There’s a reason my brothers and I chose her as our receptionist.

“Worry about yourself.”

“Well, I’m not going to do that,” she says. “This is my boss, Craig. We need to return him in one piece.”

“Oh? Do we? I’m sorry, Dolly, but the world isn’t exactly going to be super sad if we’re suddenly down one weepy billionaire.”

Yeah, fuck this guy. If I didn’t already hate him, I sure as hell do now.

I try to listen to the roads as Hank drives. I’m not blindfolded, and as far as I can tell, I’m not tied up. I pretend to be passed out, though. When they open the doors, I can make a run for it, or I can fight if I’m not too weak. I can’t quite gauge how I’m feeling.

I also can’t quite gauge where we are.

I strain to listen. Are we passing anything I’m familiar with? It’s a big town, sure, but I know it inside and out. We don’tcross any train tracks, and it doesn’t sound like we’re close to any loud places. There are no bars, no clubs.

Where the fuck are we?

I stop thinking about that because the van slows. We turn left. Then Hank keeps driving.

“How much longer?” Dolly asks.

“Not much.”

“Don’t ask such stupid questions,” Craig says.

If I was a villainous billionaire instead of a normal, nerdy one, I’d definitely be killing this guy. Instead, I’ll just punch him. Yes. That’s what I’ll do.

Soon, the van stops.

“Get him inside,” Hank says. “I’ll move the van.”

“Where are you moving it to?” Dolly asks.

“We can’t just leave it out in the parking lot,” Craig snaps. “He’s a billionaire, dumbass. People will be looking for him.”

Will they, though? I’m not so sure. My brothers are occupied with other tasks, and our employees are busy. The truth is that even though I go to meeting after meeting, I also tend to have long periods of time where nobody needs me. It’s a strange feeling, being me.

Dolly knows this.

“People won’t be looking right away,” she says.

“What?” Craig says.

“They won’t be looking immediately,” she repeats. “Oscar is a busy man, but he’s just one part of the company.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning that it’s not like they’re going to send a search party for him,” she says.

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