My Mom, the Real Bloodsucker
A few days later, a poster went up on the campus bulletin board announcing a lecture by a distinguished alumnus. The name Warren Reeves was printed front and center in bold.
My head started buzzing, and I turned to leave, but Wes grabbed my arm and practically shrieked.
"Sawyer, look! It's Warren Reeves! An actual billionaire, in the flesh!"
"Oh my God, we're going to see him in person," another roommate chimed in, wide-eyed. "I heard he makes billions of dollars a year. My mom treats him like some kind of idol. She talks about him all the time."