Owned by The Billionaire.

t I would someday be working here. But here I am, on the tenth floor of the Peak Group - one of the to

an as**sistant account executive? Easy, I lied. Or to be more specific, I submitted someone else’s resume t

superior, senior account executive Dan Greenland. The 35 year old father of two doesn’t seem to suspect that I am completely unqualified for my job. The poor guy is on

eck should arrive on my desk this afternoon. After that, I am out of here. My first paycheck should be enough to cov

steaks at the best spots in LA while we “little people” fend for ourselves at the local burrito shops. Since the NYSE and NAS

head I outside and enjoy the lovely ocean breeze coming off the Santa Monica coastline. Normally, I would stay in the office

act, you can see the ocean from the office. I will certainly miss that view.

to get a jumpstart on the weekend. Well, I will just have to wait. Most people have their paychecks direct depos

o come. My desk phone rings. I press the speakerphone button. “Sarah. Please c

e called into Human Resources? I look around the office. My eyes

thing on my resume is a lie. What is there to gain by going to Human Resources

walk down the hall to the large glass panel offices of the Human Resources department. I see Anne, the woman who

ted to see me?

her head. “Mr. Peak wants

the Peak Fund. His mere name makes people’s backs straighten. I have been here

d you say?” I ask in a da

d from her desk. “Take this security card and press it against the button ma

personal elevator and tap the gold card against the secured Penthouse Button. As it turns out, Mr. Peak reserves the entire floor for

did I consent to see Mr. Peak? As I look up at the security camera, a little voice inside of me says, “You want to see how a billionaire lives. You want

vase. The vase appears to be centuries old. It is massive - perhaps two feet in height. The pedestal looks like anc

Beyond the vase loom a set of frosted glass double doors. The doors

lk into this massive open space. I am not even sure that I am inside an

nce. The first thing I notice is that floor to ceiling windows comprise two entire sides of the room. I l

an. He is at least six feet, five inches in high, broad shoulders, dark, incredibly handsome. He

om his desk. “According to your resume, you are fluent in German.” As I watch this very intimid

oice. He looks at me and gives me

do an admirable job of stealing her resume,” the billion

name on it. Dammit. That just feels like the dumbest thing I have ever done in my life. I open my eyes and Mr. Peak is standing ri

ook at him. If I look away, I know it can be perceived as an insult. So, I stare at his massive che

“You have a lot of gumption to pull a stunt like that. Did you really think y