**Laura**
I went to work the next day, settling into a boardroom-like space that was set up for me as an office while I was here. I was designing an ad for a billboard for Case Enterprises when Amanda, Stephen’s secretary, walked in.
“Girl, we need to talk,” she said.
I looked at her, puzzled. Why would she need to talk to me?
“We do?” I asked.
“It’s just you and me. No one is listening in, so spill it. What did you do to Mr. Case last night?” she asked.
“I didn’t do anything. Well, no, that’s a lie. I made him stop acting all pompous,” I told her.
“All pompous?” she raised an eyebrow.
“Look, I know he has more money than God, but I don’t think he knows how to actually have fun without it,” I replied.
She studied me for a moment before asking, “What did you do?”
Why did she want
