She was on a permanent vacation. She could go anywhere she wanted to by herself. For some reason, she wanted me on her arm. Maybe I was the trophy and not her.
"I don't have a week to waste sitting on a beach in Belize, Cassandra. I run a corporation. I have to work. If you want to have money to go on a vacation ever you'll understand that. We have plenty of beaches around here if you want to sit on one." She snorted.
“Right, I'll sit next to a couple of tattooed teenagers making out or a fat, middle-aged woman chasing her dirty little brats around down at your favorite hangout. Jesus Alex, you're a billionaire. Act like it."
She was such an incredibly obnoxious snob that sometimes I could hardly stand it. I turned on her and said, "Exactly how should a billionaire act, Cassa
