. . . . . . . Tiffany Lawrence . . . . . . . . .
As I walked out of the skyscraper, thoughts swirled around my head. Thoughts about Larry, about him claiming to have a son. I know it wasn't my business to know it but, what happened to his son's mother? Was there something I was missing here? He is a super rich billionaire, why couldn't he get someone trained in this field to take proper care of his son instead of a random person like me?
As I sat in the cab and rode back to the restaurant, I kept glancing at the card in my hand. The plain polished black card had gold letters scribbled neatly on it, letters that formed his name, his office address and phone number.
I flicked it over and angled my chin up, watching the car's ceiling. This was insane. Offering so much money just to take
