The Billionaire She Treated Like a Servant

Synopsis

I was worth 107 billion dollars. The chairmen of the seven listed companies have to bow and call me "boss" when they see me. But right then, I was crouched outside a coffee shop with a couple of crumpled dollar bills in my hand. My sister, Emily Grant, tossed it to me from her bed. "Run down to Sweet Spot Coffee on the corner. Get me a latte, light ice, easy on the syrup. Whatever's left is your errand fee." A coffee there ran seven dollars. It was actually my 368th franchise. So I was out five dollars of my own money to work for myself? Everyone might be wondering why I didn't just come clean. Imagine having a big sister like Emily who could literally drag a person out of bed with one hand. I wanted to ask one thing. Somebody out there had to be able to tell me how a person breaks it to his own family that the loser they'd been mocking for twenty-six years was actually their boss.