A Poor Student Stepped Into The Wrong Car Until He Learned The Truth

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“I need the money.”

“Honest. I like that.”

We spent an hour reviewing responsibilities: his chaotic schedule, non-urgent emails, coordinating with Mrs. Dawson, managing travel. The salary he offered was three times what I made at both jobs combined.

“That’s too generous,” I said before I could stop myself.

“It’s fair for the work.” He looked directly continue reading …