Billionaire In Disguise

ing he didn't have-peace. At 28, he was already tired of being a billionaire. Everywhere he went, people either wanted his money or to get close to

re city, Ethan came up with what he believed was the greatest idea he'd ever had. "I'

e, nearly dropped the tray. "Uh, excuse me, sir? Did you say... underc

uits. No chauffeured cars. No 'Mr. Reynolds' this, 'Mr. Reynolds' that. I'm done

d in with regular people. I mean..." He waved a hand at Ethan's expensive w

ecause they know who I am. But what if I wasn't Ethan Reynolds the billionaire? What if I w

where exactly are you plann

work at a coffee shop, or I'll be a janitor. Something simple. I want

p my mind." He jumped up from his chair, grabbed his phone, and started dialing a number. "I'll have the PR tea

, this isn't going to be as easy as you think. You can't

ively. "Details, Larry. De

pical island for "much-needed rest," or so the media was told. But in reality, Ethan was standing i

mansion in the hills, but that was exactly what he wanted. The building was old,

ove, looked like he was about to faint. "Sir... you can'

suitcase up the narrow stairs. "I'm going for authentici

the 1950s, then yes," Larry muttere

er days, a tiny kitchen with appliances that might have been considered modern decades ago, and a

fied. "Sir, there's... the

n said, waving his hand dismi

would suspect he was a billionaire. After browsing a few job listings online (and accidentally buying a luxury yacht becau

orrowed from Larry's cousin. He felt like a new man-no expensive suits, no shiny shoes, just re

own. "You ever worked i

you know, make coffee and stuff, right?"

re, 'make coffee and stuff.' You

e managed to spill milk all over the counter, knock over the coffee grinder, and accidentally hit the "espresso

Martha, shook her head. "You've never

heepishly. "Is

e desperate for help. Just...

nstead of regular coffee (the man nearly fell asleep at the counter), spilled an entire bag of coffee beans on the

d. "How do people do this every day?" he

a corner, walked over and patted him on t

s harder than I thought. But I'm not

asked, eyeing the mess Etha

han before. "I just need more practice. By the end of this

and snorted. "Goo

hard could making coffee be? He'd built an empire f