I own the building next door. You start tomorrow morning. Come to the front desk and you’ll be sent up to the top floor to make coffees for myself and my executives.” “You’ll really triple my current salary to make coffees?” “Seeing you every morning has given me the inspiration that I need to perform my job well. There are twenty-five people in my close team and we would drink one hundred cups of coffee a day between us. Can you handle that?” “I make more coffees a day here.” “Then you’re hired. Go to reception in the building next door tomorrow morning at six o’clock and they will take your details. They’ll organize your pay and your access pass into the elevators.” Before I can reply, Brad turns around and walks back out the door. I didn’t even say yes… Did I? But I can’t say no. Not to an offer like that. That is the job offer of a lifetime. Nicole grabs me by the arm and marches me to the back of the store, leaving another girl to handle the rush of customers. “You still don’t know who he is, do you?” “He’s Brad. The highlight of my working day.” “I haven’t told you because I didn’t want you to get too nervous around him, but he’s more than just ‘Brad’. He’s Bradley Adams.” I shake my head as the name means nothing to me. “Damn girl,” Nicole smiles. “Even after two years in this city, you still haven’t been paying attention to the gossip pages. You should really get into the gossip of this city. It is so great to hear about the dramas of other people’s lives.” “That sort of stuff doesn’t interest me…” “It should now,” Nicole laughs again. “Mr. Bradley Adams is just the most eligible bachelor in this city. He’s rich, mysterious, powerful and impossibly good-looking. Most women would kill just for a chance to even talk to him.” “Really? But he’s just my Brad. A charming, handsome, well-dressed customer.” “And soon to be your new boss.” “But I’m not even sure I should take the job offer.” “What?” Nicole’s eyes almost pop out of her head. “Are you serious? The sexiest man in the city has just offered to triple your pay to work closely with him. What part of that would you say no to?” “I don’t think…” “Stop thinking,” Nicole interrupts. “Don’t do that. It’s dangerous. Just have a good last day here, show up tomorrow morning at his office and get that first paycheck. Even that first paycheck will get most of the bills down, and if you can stick it out for three months, you will be in front again and be able to live a great life living in the city.” “But…” “You have to decide whether you want to go home, or do you want to take a risk with this magical man. Do you want to stay in the city?” “Absolutely.” “Then you have to take the chance. This is your golden ticket. Chances like this do not come along very often. You have to take it.” “I don’t even know what he does for a living.” “He does more than earn a living. He is one of the richest men in the country - he probably eats $100 notes for breakfast.” “That wouldn’t be very healthy. I read somewhere that fifty percent of all bank notes contain some trace of cocaine.” “That’s probably why he is smiling in all his pictures then,” Nicole laughs. “So how does he make his money?” “Investing in the stock-market. They call his building the ‘millionaires factory’ because everyone that works there earns a lot of money fast. But they burn out quickly too. People don’t work for Mr. Bradley Adams for very long. Although we always see him smiling, he has a reputation as a very hard man to work for. A lot of people actually hate him.” “Great,” I say sarcastically. “I definitely want to work for him now.” “No – you’ll be different. He likes you. He could have sent one of his assistants in here every morning to get the coffee. Trust me, the coffee is not the