One Weekend with the Billionaire
He comes in with a file in his hands, as I expect.
I spoke to him on the phone earlier, but this is the first time I’ve seen him today. “Good morning, Max,” I say, extending my hand.
“Good morning, sir,” he replies. Holding up the file, he says, “A quick search gave me more than enough proof that Thompson is doing exactly what you suspected. I’ve got five pages of reports from just the last two weeks that show the majority of the time he is on the clock here at Merriweather and Associates he’s cruising porn sites and looking for escorts, not working.”