**Stephen**
Laura is definitely a different woman. Does she really think she can teach me a lesson? It seems she has no idea who I am.
I have to admit that the burger was tasty. I can’t believe how good cheap food can actually be.
I made it back to my penthouse. As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, my mother was waiting for me.
“Stephen, you finally made it home,” she greeted me.
“I was finishing up some business,” I replied.
“Oh, I heard about that business. More like slumming it, I was told,” she said, crossing her arms in front of her.
I entered the living area and glared at my mother. “So you have spies on me? For the record, I was not slumming it, as you call it.”
“They are not spies, but paid employees, for the record. Your driver told me you were in a greasy burger join
