She was wearing small white tennis shoes and a matching pink jogging outfit. She had the front of her sweat shirt top half zipped up. I could see a wh...ite shirt under her sweatshirt. She had pulled her sweat bottoms up to show off her sexy calves and legs. The lighting under the concrete overhang was just enough, that I could tell she had a very curvaceous body. I just could not tell what size she was. I preferred busty/curvy women and she was trying hard to hide her curves from my vantage. “She does our accounting. You would do some work for her, too.”I went to find Elyse and filled her in on what I’d talked to Kaitlin about. Elyse went to my office to talk to her and I went to talk to Julia.“I think she’s fine,” I said. “Elyse is talking to her now, because besides answering the phones she’ll be doing invoicing. She knows Word Perfect and she’s at least used a Mac, so I’d say that if Elyse has no objections, we’ll hire her.”“Are you taking over?” Julia smirked.“No. But this is a. This fucker is going to make a movie of his actions? No…no fucking way. But he has both a gun and…Ben. Oh my god…Ben…he is not going to do this in front of my son. Absolutely not…even this asshole, cannot be that sick.He pushed Ben towards the chair, “Take your shirt off…now”.Ben looked really confused…as was I. A thought flashed in my brain…he wasn’t going to…no, no I pushed that idea right out of my head.The black kid made a move towards Ben, startling him. Ben quickly pulled his shirt over. $1.7 million was still a respectable fortune. And he had a million of them. You could take a fair-sized city full of millionaires, and he was worth more than all of them put together.He had fame. He had money. What about happiness? He had briefly played an old game called "Careers". He'd found it in the attic, a 1950s game his parents had saved from their youth. You started the game by creating a secret formula for success. You chose some combination of hearts (happiness), stars (fame) and.