You Fired Me, Now Your Empire Burns
“You’re... you’re not just a coder. You’re a Bennett. The Bennett syndicate...”
“Surprised, Mr. Miller?” I asked, leaning back into my chair, resting my chin on my hand as I looked down at him like a bug under a microscope.
“You... you have all of this...” Ethan whispered, looking around the breathtaking, multi-million dollar mansion in absolute, paralyzing awe. “You’re a mafia heiress... You control half the city... If you have all of this wealth, if you didn't even need the money, why did you work for me?! Why didn't you say anything?! Since you clearly don't care about a measly $2 million bonus, why won't you just come back and help me fix the app?! It’s just a game to you anyway, right?