I Snatched the Hidden Tycoon
Ever since I was a kid, I could see the bank balance floating above people's heads.
After I took a summer job at an electronics factory, this ability helped me dodge plenty of workplace scams and shady coworkers.
But everything changed on a Friday afternoon when Hailey Marin, the factory beauty, slammed her phone down in front of me.
"I thought my online date was a rich heir with sports cars," she complained, rolling her eyes. "Turns out, he's just a broke guy tightening screws in the next workshop. He keeps begging to meet up, and it's driving me crazy. Go meet him and pretend you're me."
I looked at where she pointed. A young man in a faded uniform was squatting by the gate, trying to