Page 24 of Billionaire’s Game

“Come on, let’s get you out of here before that video goes viral.”

I sputtered as I got up. “This sucks. Great idea, Magnus.”

“I accept full blame,” he said as he helped me up.

“Well, you should. It is, after all, your fault.”

“That’s not one hundred percent true, but I’ll take the blame for the team. It’s good practice for the game show.”

I looked down at myself. I was covered in grass stains, dirt and breadcrumbs. With a sigh, I wiped myself off, finally feeling deeply embarrassed. “I must look a mess. I think I’ll head home.”

“So soon?”

“I think I’ve had enough of nature for one day.”

He looked ready to argue with me but appeared to change his mind. “For what it’s worth, I was having a great time before the duck apocalypse.”

I couldn’t help but smile. “When Ducks Attack should be its own show.”

“There were a few turtles attacking you too.”

“Thanks for the reminder, Magnus.”

“No problem,” he said, smiling down at me. He had a beautiful smile and unlike many people I’d known, his smile actually met his eyes. There was no guile there. No hint of underlying intent. He was genuinely entertained by today’s activities.

“You’re definitely surprising me, Magnus. You’re not who I thought you were.”

“People are complex. Just because I’m a billionaire doesn’t exclude me from that fact.”

“I see that now.”

“Can I walk you to your car?”

“Such a gentleman,” I said with a small smile. “But Lacey dropped me off. I just plan to Uber back.”

“Nonsense. I’ll take you home. It’s no problem.”

“I don’t mind taking an Uber... it’s no big deal.”

“And I don’t mind taking you. I don’t have any plans for the day, so it’s no hassle.”

I opened my mouth to argue and then thought to myself, why not?

I followed him to the parking lot and I wondered what kind of car he drove. A Lamborghini? Nope. I didn’t think he would be that flashy. A Toyota? Nope. He didn’t seem to be that humble. Hmmm. Maybe a plain Mercedes? He stopped in front of a car that was completely unrecognizable as any sporty car for the affluent.

It was long, yet sleek and there were weird panels attached to the top. Its body was mainstreamed, and I found it to be very modern and futuristic looking with its wide windshield.

“What kind of car is this?” I said as the door opened on its own, lifting straight up. “Wooowww!”

We hadn’t even touched anything and the door was already opening on its own. I was more impressed than I should have been, but the car was like something from the future.

He laughed. “Cool, isn’t it?”

“Super cool. And it means you never have to open the door for a date.”

“I never have to worry about chivalry when I’m driving this baby.”

“I guess not. I bet you don’t have to ever worry about getting a date either... I mean you’re a billionaire and you have this car.”