Chapter 4

That was the last straw. Couldn't Vincent see I was busy? Babbling on like he thought I was his personal servant.

I ignored him and kept typing, pretending not to hear. He walked right up and shoved my keyboard aside. It knocked into the cup of water next to it, and water splashed across my desk, soaking a stack of files.

"I'm talking to you! Are you deaf? I want a burrito!"

He really did think he was some kind of young master. Ordering Dirk and Jimmy around was one thing, but did he think he could push me around too?

I scrambled to right the cup and snapped at him, my face dark. "If you want food, go buy it yourself! Are you looking to get slapped? Moron."

His expression shifted. "You've got some nerve, talking to me like that."

I grabbed the cup, ready to fling the rest of the water at him.

Dirk lunged to stop me. "Mickey! Calm down! If his girlfriend really is from money, and something happens to him, that's trouble you don't want."

I set the cup down, furious, shot Vincent a look, and went to print a new file.

When I got back, Vincent eyed the file in my hand and demanded, "Where's my burrito?"

I ignored him. He started acting out again.

"My stomach's growling and you won't even get me a burrito. I'm already stressed enough not knowing if it's a boy or a girl, and none of you even care."

I slammed the fresh printout down on my desk.

"If you think I don't care, quit. If you don't know the gender, go find out. Am I your dad or your grandpa? Why should I have to wait on you? All I've got for you is a fist. You want a taste?"

Vincent, having gotten neither his burrito nor an ounce of sympathy, only a fresh round of insults, exploded.

"How dare you talk to me like that?! You think I won't have Liza fire you right now?"

I raised an eyebrow.

I was Mickey Bogarde, the founder of the Bogarde Group's own flesh-and-blood son. The company I was interning at was just one branch of my own family's business. Whoever this Liza Vincent kept talking about, she thought she could fire me? Was she the queen of England?

"Go ahead, get her. Have her fire me right now. I'd love that."

"You just wait. Don't come crying back to me later." He stormed off and slammed the door behind him.

He came back not much later, acting like nothing had happened, though his eyes kept darting away from mine. I crossed my arms. "So? When's Liza firing me?"

Vincent, clearly bluffing, doubled down anyway. "Liza is busy. Not everyone has as much free time as you. Consider yourself lucky for now. Once she's got a minute, you'll be crying."

I watched his performance with plenty of patience to spare. "Sure. I'll be waiting."

It seemed his girlfriend might actually be someone fairly high up in the company. But if Vincent had done even a little digging, he'd have found out exactly who I was.

Clearly, he hadn't bothered. Thinking his Liza could match me, even dreaming of marrying into money and living off some rich family, that was about the dumbest thing I'd ever heard.

I found myself curious who this Liza actually was. Thinking back on how Vincent had been sneaking peeks at my phone lately, a name suddenly flashed through my mind.

I think I knew exactly who it was.