Mr. Masters (Mr. 1)

Our eyes linger a little too long on each other’s until I force myself to look away. “See you at home.”

I turn, walk back to the car, hop in and slam the door. My heart is beating in my chest.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Emerson snaps.

“What?”

“You flirt with each other?”

“No. What do you mean?”

“He just checked out your ass as you walked away.”

My eyes widen, my excitement soaring. “Really?”

She rolls her eyes. “He’s fucking old, Brell.”

I smile as I watch him walk across the fields away from us.

“He’s not that old. He’s thirty-nine.”

“That’s old”

“You do have to admit, he is pretty hot for an old guy.” I smile.

She smirks as she watches him. “I suppose in an old, rich guy kind of way… he is.”

I’m sitting at the table and helping Willow with her homework. She has an assignment due tomorrow and is freaking out.

Mr. Masters is in his office. I can hear him on the phone talking to someone. He’s been on and off

his phone all night.

“I need my compass.” Willow sighs.

“Where is it?”

“In my desk drawer.”

“I’ll get it.” I walk out to the foyer and take the bottom step. I can hear Mr. Masters speaking on the phone.

“They are about to go up,” he says.

He listens for a moment.

“Buy five-hundred now.”

I stop on the second step so I can eavesdrop He listens for a moment. “I’m considering putting a million on.”

What the fuck is he talking about?

“Okay, yes.” He pauses. “I’ll transfer five-hundred-thousand now. It’s a sure thing. I’ll double it in a month.”

Holy shit!

Mr. Masters plays the stock market. That’s where this money comes from.

I trudge up the stairs, feeling very incompetent indeed.