My Love Or Job

. I was also wearing a backpack. The Mountain View Caltrain was crowded to the brim, but I cut

in his plain white shirt, dark pants, matching coat suit and a top hat. He was standing bes

r and climbed into the car. I slipped out of the backpack and kept it on the cushion besi

You owe me

rrari a couple of times and I really didn’t fancy going to the home of the wealthiest man in Silicon Valley in a Ferrari. I believed Snow had to offer something different from all those blind dates I had go

next thirty days would be a very long one month. In a matter of days, I had gone from being a tabloid journ

n her Garden City, ID home burned at the root of my mind. I could see her watching the court proceedings when Raiden Snow would turn on me with all of his litigant

nd a couple yards in, he swerved right onto a paved straight road that led us to a fifty-three-foot automatic sliding

foliage that stretched out to an ultra-modern mansion built of glass, wood and concrete. I peered out the window with saucer-sized eyes as we drove past

f doubt, I could tell that the estate sat on a parcel of up to an acre and half

of him, Gerald rep

I choked out

. Okay, this was a twist I didn’t expect. I knew Los Altos Hills couldn’t be the playground of Silicon Valley’

n which was nine feet of tiered basins, with the water getting pushed up

eves said, cutting off the engi

engineering undergrad from Stanford University whose internship application got accepted by Mays Games. I

e round to the back door and pulled it open for me. Without taking my eyes off the Snow House, as