Being the poor step child was a bitch, but I knew my place.Still I was feeling really nice, probably by osmosis. Whatever they were feeling must have ...een catching because there just didn't seem to be any cares anywhere in the world. At that moment there weren't any hungry kids in the Middle East, nor were there any kids dying in Africa. The world just seemed beautiful for a few minutes.I went to bed with all of them in the Steven's king sized bed. The heat pump was set so that blankets were. The good part was that I could pay attention to the professor and made some notes on my sketchpad about what he was saying. I was careful, though, never to look directly at him when he tried to get a discussion going on what people believe on Facebook. I had nothing to offer because I don’t use it. When class ended, I bolted out the door and ran for the bench where Annette told me to wait. I was way ahead of the rest of the class. When the scary girl came out, she looked around and saw me. She. ”“And you invested in the bank why?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at her.“I was diversifying,” she defends. “It’s big, popular and powerful. Plus I get big returns. How else am I going to pay for that car that was crushed?”“Insurance,” he offers.“Still, I wouldn’t mind an upgrade,” she says smiling. Spencer goes to open his mouth to come back with something coy, but she cuts him off. “Come on, the president is about to give his address.”The room with the podium is filled with reporters from. Kapitel 2Am nächsten Tag traf Steve Lamar auf dem Parkplatz, es war erst das zweite Mal, dass Steve Lamar getroffen hatte. Steve meinte, dass der Typ ziemlich unscheinbar war. Ein bisschen größer als er selbst, dünn und schwarz. Nett genug, also erinnerte sich Steve an seinen Namen."Hey Steve, wie geht es dir?" Lamar, mir geht es gut, danke, und dir?"Steve öffnete den Kofferraum zu seinem Auto, als Lamar nach ihm fragte, ob er Racquetball spielen könne."Wo spielst du Steve?" In meinem.