The Richest Man in Metropolis is My Backer by Dream Searcher

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I got into my car, put him on loudspeaker, and buckled up. “Well, I reported my deadbeat sperm donor, and now he’s going to jail. Thought I should tell Mom the good news!”

Soren chuckled. “You’re efficient.”

“Of course! I’m not going to be his scapegoat!” I grinned. “I’m not going to jail in his place, that’s for sure!”

“Honestly, you’ve impressed me again.”

“Thanks, but let’s get back on track. Why are you calling me?” I asked, steering the conversation back to its course.

“Nothing much. I just wanted to know if your injury’s healed.”

I suddenly remembered it. I’d been so busy that I had completely forgotten. I rolled up my sleeves and glanced at it.

“It’s healing up nicely! No pain or itching anymore. Thanks for asking.”

“My pleasure.”

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Just like that, the conversation seemed to stall. There was an awkward pause, but also something oddly interesting in the air.

started, ‘You’re driving, aren’t you? I

the call to end so soon. “Wait!”

“Hmm?”

busy now? If not–and only if you’re not–let’s have lunch together. I owe you a meal, right? I promised I’d buy

was a brief silence.

a packed afternoon ahead. “Actually, never mind!

now,

so let’s-”

Where should

thought. You’ve been busy with

you regret inviting me to lunch!” “No! That’s not it! Um… Let’s go to the Oriole again. I can have my

“Sounds good.”

about 40 minutes to get to the Oriole from here. If you’re

it. Don’t rush, though.

Jean immediately after that. She was predictably confused. “Which VVIP is it

literal point. The Oriole was Metropolis‘ premier restaurant. An average person could easily spend their entire

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should be saving money!

guy… As the 1–last time…”