My Brother’s Girlfriend Laughed at Me for Being “Poor”—Minutes Later, She Learned Who the CEO Was

this afternoon.”

“You’re lying,” Jarred whispered, but there was no conviction in his voice.

Rachel lunged for my phone. “Give me that. You faked that app—”

I pulled it back easily and tapped the screen. “Let’s call Marcus Thorne, shall we? He’s the VP of Sales. Your boss’s boss.”

The phone rang on speaker. Once. Twice. The sound echoed in the silent room.continue reading …