Page 40 of Personal Disaster

“And this guy you know? Shipping?” I spin through the rolodex in my head. I scramble off him and start to pace. “Is that Ben Russo?”

He stands, too. “You already know we’re friends.”

“Right. But that was like, college drinking buddies. Not… You invested in Toby Hunt’s company as a start-up. Now you’re a major investor in the future of Gladiator Industries.”

“Minor partner in one project.”

“Stop correcting me. This isn’t on the record and I don’t really care about the details.”

“You asked.”

“I was not prepared for the answer. So you’re like…” I try to do the math and give up. Marcus is definitely a billionaire. That’s a whole new level of we have nothing in common. “Okay. Does this place have a big-ass bathtub? I want a bubblebath.”

“It has three. You can take your pick—on one condition.”

“What’sthat?”

He grins wickedly. “I’m joining you. You can feel free to grill me somemore.”

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