All About Money

Alex

I stared at him, trying to see him for the man I now knew him to be. He still looked like the same old Damion, but I knew he wasn’t. Everything I thought I knew about him was a lie. It had been him pretending to be someone else. I felt duped. I hated being duped. The casual shorts and T-shirt that were well worn was all part of his act. He was trying to sell himself as a casual, normal man living the country life.

In reality, he was a filthy rich guy playing farmer. I wondered if he secretly looked down at all of us. He was used to his high-rise apartment in the city and having gourmet meals delivered to his door. He was the kind of man who had his dry cleaning taken out for him. He was only playing a part. Nothing about him was real, which made me question everything. All night long, I had replayed almost every moment we spent together.

The thing that bothered me the most was that initial first impression I got of him. That had been the real Damion. That was the guy he really wa