Chapter 93: Three Days

After I open the paper bag and place Jamie’s breakfast on his desk, I point at the door with my thumb and raise my eyebrows.

“Was that your brother?” I asked.

Jamie nods, sitting back on his desk, “Yes, indeed. You must have seen him all over the internet, the newspapers, the magazines. He’s the future president of Peyton Group.”

Right, like I did. I grew up skipping all news related to Peyton Group.

Jamie picks the fork and spoon up, ready to tuck into the lasagna.

But before that, “Chandelier, take the following days off.”

“What?” all of