My Brother Sent Me to the Kids’ Table—Until His Billionaire CEO Sat Beside Me

cake or vanilla.

“Yes?”

“My driver’s outside,” he said. “Come with me. We can discuss the memoir contract on the drive. I’m thinking we start at double your usual rate and negotiate up from there.”

I blinked once, rapidly calculating how many months of rent “double your usual rate” represented.

“That sounds… very acceptable,” I said, because my brain had continue reading …