“Since I’m the boss, apparently, I guess I can be late if I want.”

“Dieter is here to measure you for clothing, and his time doesn’t come cheap.”

“Ah. Well, Dieter,” I said to the man who looked like he couldn’t be more than nineteen, “you’ll be well compensated. As the newly minted CEO of Wolfe Enterprises, I hereby double whatever you’ve been getting.”

“The company doesn’t pay for your clothes, Rock.”

“They don’t? Then fuck this shit. I’m instituting a new dress code. Jeans and T-shirts.”

“We’re business casual on Fridays,” Reid said. “And you’ll be paying for your own clothes.”

“With Dad’s money.”

“With your share of Dad’s money,” Reid corrected me. “Dieter has been tailoring my clothes for a year now. His father was Dad’s tailor. He retired last year.”

“Great.”

“I need to get your measurements, Mr. Wolfe,” Dieter said in a slight German accent. He came at me with a tape measure.

I backed up.

“It will only take a few minutes,” Reid said. “Then you’ll need to choose fabrics. He’ll need eight suits plus two tuxedos, Dieter, about thirty cotton button-downs, and thirty ties.”

“That’s overdoing it,” I said. “I own three pairs of jeans and a few T-shirts and flannels. Plus this shirt I’m wearing.”

Reid ignored me. “Make that ten suits plus the two tuxes. A camel hair overcoat for winter. And then if you could do the foot measurements, I’ll get them to our cobbler.”

“Are you going to measure me for boxers too? Socks? Condoms?”

Dieter laughed…sort of. “No, sir.”

Reid was right. The measuring only took a few minutes, though he came perilously close to my goods when measuring my inseam.

Once Dieter had written everything down, he brought out what appeared to be hundreds of fabric samples.

“Wool for suits.” He handed me a booklet of samples.

I looked through the fabric. Some of the colors were so close I couldn’t tell the difference. I handed it off to Reid. “You choose for me. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.”

“Fine.” He sighed. “Not like I won’t be doing everything else around here anyway.”

I rolled my eyes. “Look, Reid. I know you wish you were in charge. I wish you were too. This sure as hell isn’t what I expected for the rest of my life.”

“I know. Dad fucked us all over.”

“Give yourself a raise, then. You should be making at least what I’ll be making.”

“Believe me. I will be.”

“What am I making, by the way?”

“Cushy eight figures, Rock. Plus options and benefits and Dad’s Manhattan penthouse, as soon as it’s cleaned up and the detectives are done gathering evidence. You’re doing fine.”