This morning, I haven't seen Rick at all. Instead, a handsome man with blonde hair and beautiful brown eyes greets me when I open my apartment door.
"I'm Ben Pryor," he says, extending his hand toward me.
We stand in front of a restaurant near Ohio State University.
"I'm Winnie," I say, shaking his hand.
We enter the restaurant and are seated at one of the tables with a window. After the waitress takes our order, I ask, "How did you meet my brother?"
The waitress places our drinks on the table.
He has water.
I sip my cherry cola.
Ben leans forward. His polo shirt stretches around his large biceps.
"He hired me for a co-op opportunity about seven years ago. Back then, he wasn't CEO but worked in H.R."
I shrug. "That's it?"
Ben shrugs, looking like he's thinking of something else
