Claimed by the billionaire
"Funny thing, I ran into the owner himself. And you know what he said? He told me not to work, that I'd be paid weekly regardless."
I froze, wide-eyed. "Wait... what? Grandma, that's incredible. How on earth did you manage such a favor?"
Before Grandma could answer, Hope piped up from her chair, grinning. "It's Mr. Grumpy! Mr.
Grumpy!"
Sam burst out laughing. I frowned in confusion.
"Mr. Grumpy?"
Grandma chuckled. "That's what she calls the owner of the company. Can't for the life of me figure out why."
Hope giggled harder. "Mummy, he's sooo grumpy."