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I stare at the lady in front of me. I try to take a mental picture in case any questions come up later. There are cameras in the lobby, of course, but I think there’s a lot you can really only tell about people in person.

“No problem,” she says. “I was just leaving.”

She marches past Brenton loudly. Her heels threaten to make permanent indentations on the lobby floor.

“What was her deal?” Brenton asks.

“I don’t know.”

“What did she want?”

“I also don’t know.”

“I don’t like it,” he says.

“Yeah.” Me neither. The elevator doors ding. Gretchen steps out and hurries over to me.

“Hey, girl,” she smiles. “You ready for lunch with a hot billionaire?”

“What the fuck?” Brenton asks.

Gretchen just grins.

“Yeah,” I sigh. I’m suddenly starving.

18

Oscar

I set out the catered food and stare at the conference table. Is it enough? Maybe it’s too much.

A knock sounds.

“Come in,” I say. Dolly enters the conference room and stares at the assortment of food.

“I’m sorry,” she says. “I totally thought this was just us.”

“It is.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” I say.

“Oscar, you have like, an entire feast laid out for us.” She stares at the food. She doesn’t look unhappy.

“I wasn’t sure what you liked.”

“So you ordered sweet and sour chicken, enchiladas, quesadillas, burgers, sandwiches, and pasta.”

“Which one would you like?”

“All of it,” she says, laughing.

“Let’s dig in.”

She stares.

“We can’t eat all of this, Oscar.”

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