Chapter 6

I looked down at the card that the man had given me before he died. A name was printed in neat lettering on the card. “Eric McKay Business Extraordinaire” The title made my mind work. If I had to take lessons from a pompous brat, I was SOOOOOOO Outta here!!! I mean, c’mon, Business Extraordinaire? If there’s anything less arrogant, then I’m the Queen of Romania. For the first time in hours, I really thought. If this guy Eric really was a pompous brat, I couldn’t do anything else. I’m pretty sure that I would have a hard time adjusting to my new life if I didn’t have some kind of example. Plus, I was flat broke, and without a car, or a place to stay. CRAP! I’m screwed!