Rich Men Ruin Everything

“Come on.” I looked at Poppy.“One second,” Poppy said quickly. She crawled over to the Barbie house, straightened one of the tiny chairs, then carefully set Lawyer Barbie on the mini sofa. “She’s coming on lunch break. She’s tired from trying to sue a dragon.”“Reasonable.” I pushed myself off the couch, smoothing down my blazer, which somehow still sat perfectly on my body even though the inside of my head looked like a junk drawer. “That profession isn’t kind to the skin.”Poppy picked up Doctor Barbie, CEO Barbie, and, for some reason, Baby Barbie too, then looked at me with that serious little round face. “They’re all hungry.”“Obviously.” I held out a hand. “Hand over the employees. No dolls at the dining table.”“They’re not dolls.” She hugged all three to her chest. “They’re colleagues.”I snorted. “Those colleagues still aren’t sitting in dining chairs. I’ve already been negotiated with by enough humans today.”She let out a tiny huff that was impressively insulting for a fou

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Poppy finished dinner faster than should’ve been remotely possible for a kid who, five minutes ago, had sworn she would never leave her new tea set alone again. The second Salma cleared the last plate and wiped her sticky hands one more time, the little kingdom officially relocated to the living room.Now my rug had a new problem.The blush porcelain tea set had been arranged across the coffee table, neat in the deeply specific kind of chaos only a four-year-old could create. The tiny teapot sat in the middle. Four cups circled around it.The sugar bowl on the left, the milk jug on the right, and in between them, Barbies who clearly had never asked to be invited but had shown up anyway with their own respective attitudes. CEO Barbie sat front and center. Lawyer Barbie stood at a slight angle because, according to Poppy, “she has to see everybody in case there’s a crime.” Doctor Barbie was reclining halfway against a little cushion and, according to Poppy, that wasn’t laziness. That wa

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Night settled over Monaco slowly. The house was finally quiet.Not truly quiet, of course. An old house like this was never completely silent. There was always the sound of wood adjusting to itself, the hum of the AC drifting in from the hallway, the faint engine noise of boats out in the harbor somewhere far off, and every now and then the whisper of wind slipping through an open window and brushing the sheer curtains like a mischievous hand.But compared to a few hours ago, when my living room had been full of tea summits, Barbie burnout, Poppy’s nonstop chatter, Rhea’s commentary, Hazel’s cynicism, and the presence of an expensive gift from a devil in a suit, it almost felt like another world.Poppy was asleep.That alone deserved an award.After dinner somehow turned into a forty-minute presentation on her dream castle, one long video call with Adrian, and a dramatic negotiation over whether the porcelain tea set was or was not allowed to come to bed with her, the child had finall

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Rich Men Ruin Everything

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As If the Day Needed More