THE BILLIONAIRE’S DEBT
And one name at the top of the contact list that made the air in my lungs feel like lead: Julian Thorne.
Everyone knew Julian. He was the kind of billionaire who didn't just buy companies; he dismantled them for sport. He was young, famously cold, and had a reputation for being a shark in a five thousand dollar suit. He lived in a penthouse that touched the clouds while I was sitting on a floor that was probably infested with roaches.
I looked at my four dollars. Then I looked at the messaging window.
I didn't think about the consequences. If I thought about it, I’d get scared. And fear doesn't pay for a flight to Bali or put food on the table. I moved my fingers over the keyboard, the pl