Page 7 of Billionaire’s Game

“Why not?” I figured it would be a great way to meet some of the other employees.

“So that fancy, state of the art email system Jude mentioned is just plain ol’ Gmail, I guess.”

Maya laughed. “I swear sometimes Jude is stuck in the nineties. I swear he still has an AOL email account.” She gestured toward a door right off the main warehouse floor. “Right here.”

I turned in and saw a little kitchenette and a few plastic tables. A few people sat around playing on their phones while eating lunch. Maya quickly introduced me to them and then led me to a vending machine.

“I know I should be trying to eat healthier, but I love having more body than one man can handle,” she said, dead serious as she inserted her change and made a selection of a bag of cookies.

I didn’t know what to say, so I just grunted in reply. My lack of words didn’t dissuade her. She gestured for me to sit down at a table and promptly opened her snack.

“Want one?”

“Sure,” I said, reaching for the bag.

As soon as I took the bag she leaned in and said, “So what’s your story?”

I shrugged. “Just your typical college graduate.”

“Bull crap. Aren’t you a genius or child prodigy or something? That’s what Jude told everyone.”

I sighed. “No to all of the above. I’m just average intelligence.”

“Didn’t you finish high school at like age fourteen?”

“So, do you have any idea what the big announcement is?” I asked, changing the subject.

She smiled secretly at me as she tossed a mini cookie in her mouth. “I know exactly what the big announcement is.” She pulled out her phone and tapped a few buttons.

“This my dear is the big announcement...” A picture of a game show appeared.

I arched my brows. “Brain Pain”? What’s that?”

“It’s a game show that has all these fun challenges. Some challenges require braininess and the other challenges require physical prowess.”

I stared blankly.

“You’ve never heard of Brain Pain?”

I shrugged apologetically, “No... I don’t watch much TV. And why are we involved? Like what does Brain Pain have to do with Ophelia’s Angels?”

“Well, I’m not too sure but I heard they’re doing some sort of charity edition—”

“Oh, that makes sense, so I guess—”

“Ophelia’s Angels will be one of the charities!”

“That’s so exciting! So, the proceeds from the show are going to go to us or something?”

“No clue.”

“So... umm... Is that why that guy is here for that secret meeting?”

“Secret meeting?”

“Yeah, I ran into this guy... tall... good-looking,” I said, blushing.

She frowned. “I have no clue who you’re talking about. Show me. Now.”