Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“Well, I have a job outside of Sweet Lies. I’m a barista at the Northstar Café, and it’s fine. I pull shots, deal with customers, and wipe tables. It’s fine.”
Liam nods, blue eyes thoughtful.
“But this is a way to make more money.”
“Yes,” I confirm. “A lot of it, and fast. I’m not broke or anything, don’t worry. Being a barista keeps me afloat, and I can pay rent, and buy food, and all that stuff. But I don’t have any breathing room, much less savings, so I can’t afford even the small stuff. I can’t afford the special semi-cured gel nails that all the girls are doing these days, much less a full-blown salon manicure. I do my own hair, and all my make-up is drugstore. I can’t even afford Netflix,” I say in a wry tone. “Because they have so many add-ons, and I know myself. I press click without thinking, and then the monthly subscription doubles in price.”
Liam thinks for a moment.
“That’s fair,” he says. “The system these days doesn’t guarantee anything, and especially not for our young people. It’s almost impossible to make a living wage even working forty hours a week.”
I smile, a little sadly.
“Yeah, sometimes I work fifty just for the overtime because you know I get time and a half. But there’s something else in the air these days. Customers used to tip more, but now, it seems like everyone’s pinching pennies. People who used to order large espresso drinks, now get smalls, and they don’t get a pastry for breakfast. We used to even have free dog treats for people who brought their pets in, but no longer. My manager said it cost too much.”
“Wow,” Liam says in a thoughtful tone. “Yeah, that’s rough. I had no idea that dog treats were a line item. I thought they were just something tossed in because they were easy.”
I shrug.
“I don’t know that much about the café’s finances because I’m just a barista. I don’t look at the books or anything, but yeah, my sense is that things are dire. My friend who works at another café was actually propositioned by a run club for a gang-bang while on shift. They wanted her to service them in the café bathroom,” I add. “And instead of being outraged, her manager thought she should have done it!”
“You’re joking,” Liam says in a deadpan voice. “No fucking way.”
I shake my head.
“No, it’s true. It’s my friend’s older sister, Annabel. Obviously, Annabel didn’t do it, but yeah, that’s how bad things are these days.”
“Shit,” Liam muses. “I had no idea.”
I stare at him.
“You didn’t? But what do you do, Mr. Carrington? Surely, you work.”
He grins, flashing that movie star smile again.
“I more than work, sweetheart. I’m the CEO of two companies.”
I frown.
“Simultaneously? Or do you mean, you used to be the CEO of one, and are now the CEO of another?”
The handsome man grins, although this time it’s a bit mirthless.
“No, I’m CEO of both at once. I don’t recommend it because it means zero free time.”
I stare at him, puzzled.
“But why did you agree to take the positions then?”
He shrugs.
“That’s a really good question, sweetheart, and I ask myself that all the time. Why indeed? It can’t be for the money because I’ve just been awarded a trillion dollar pay package by one of my companies, so I’m rolling in dough.”
My jaw drops with astonishment.
“Trillion dollar? Surely, you mean, millions or even a billion.”
Liam grins, his teeth white against his tanned skin.
“No, I mean trillion,” he says. “I’m already a billionaire, so another billion wasn’t going to be a big deal. But yeah, I guess the board believes in me, and believes that I’ve earned my salary. So a trillion dollars it is. It’s not a hundred percent cash,” he explains. “And it’s not going to be paid out all at once either. It’s a mixture of stock, stock options, retirement benefits, as well as cash, so there are a lot of things thrown into the mix.”
Still, I’m so surprised that I’m speechless.
“Wow,” I murmur. “Just wow.”
Liam grins again.
“Yeah, it’s a big wow, but actually, I do need the money, believe it or not. One of my companies is into space exploration, and one day, we’re hoping to colonize Mars. That’s going to cost a fuck ton, and I’m already resigned to the fact that most likely, I’ll be the one funding the effort.”
“Colonize Mars?” I gasp. “Really? That sounds like out of a science fiction novel.”
“Yep,” Liam grins. “It basically is, but I think we can do it. I believe in the potential of the human race, and this is a vote of confidence in humanity as a whole. With the right resources, timing, and people, as well as a stroke of luck, I believe that we can do it.”