The Third Richest Man in the World
CHAPTER 1 I just touched Sid’s arm. He got the message immediately. “Sunglasses, skin-tight jeans, great ass…okay, Boss I’m on it.” His cell phone was out and he barked a few coded commands to the rest of his team. He’d get a photo with the phone and seconds later the entire team—four men, two cars, and a motorcycle—would cover her for at least a week, all without her knowledge. I’d review the file and make the decision to take her or not. At first glance my instinct was to take her. We’d have to find the right time and place, but that would come rather easily. We’d done it before—several dozen times. I’m rich—filthy rich—richer than filthy rich. I made my money on the internet before diversifying into more than a dozen different industries. I’d …