What If

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This was...weird. This whole going-away-on-a-trip-with-a-stranger-thing. I mean...who did that? Clearly, I did. 

As I rode the elevator down to the lobby, I couldn't help but think of everything that's happened over the past twenty-four hours. Not only was I surprised to be here, in Atlantic City, but I came with a guy I didn't even know. I guess sometimes risks could be good. I looked down at his business card again. I wanted to find a computer and look him up to see if I could get any info on him. 

He seemed like a good guy, so far. He made me food, which I was not expecting. No one ever offered to make me a meal growing up. I basically fended for myself while my parents were M.I.A. doing God knows what to get their next fix.

After Sean went to bed, I explored his suite a little more. There were a few pictures on the wall of him and his parents. Other than that, it wasn't very personal. Since I was alone at the time, I snuck back into the kitchen. I was way more hungry than I thought. Honestly, before that night, I couldn't remember the last time I ate. When I opened the fridge and saw that there were fresh grapes and cantaloupe inside, I didn't hesitate.

I tried to lay down in 'my room' after that. But my mind was racing so bad that I couldn't sleep. So, I decided to try to find some clothes instead. I really didn't want to spend his money, hotel comped or not, but I couldn't keep wearing the same outfit I had on. My plan was to just get the couple things I needed and pay him back eventually. Hell, maybe I'll win some money and I can pay him back immediately. I know he didn't really need it, but it didn't feel right letting him pay for me.

The elevator dinged, letting me know I was at the first floor. As the doors opened, I stepped out into the lobby and started looking for a computer. I barely made it a step before the manager of the hotel spotted me and hurried over. "Madam, can I help you with something?"

He must recognize me from when we arrived. "Um, I was actually wondering if you guys had a computer here that I could use?"

"Yes, madam, right this way."

I followed after Henri as he headed to the main lobby. It looked like there were more people here now than when we arrived. We bypassed groups of families. Most were clearly tourists. There were also some who looked like they lived here. Henri finally brought me to a room full of computers and printers and held the seat out for me in front of one.

"Thank you," I said, taking the seat he offered.

"Of course. Please let me know if you need anything—"

"Lydia," I interrupted. I did not like madam.

"Lydia," he repeated with a warm smile.

When he left the room, I fired up the computer and brought up Google. I felt like I was invading Sean's privacy a little, but I was also staying with him in a random hotel in a random city.

I typed in his name, followed by New York City, and his picture appeared on the screen. There was a link to his bio, so I clicked on it. As I read through the information, it appeared he was a genius. He graduated high school at sixteen, then graduated top of his class at MIT at the age of twenty. He ended up selling his first product a year later.

It appeared he donated to many different charities. Most of them for children. I scrolled down the page, trying to look for more information when I saw something labeled Net Worth. Curiosity got the best of me and I clicked on it.

"Holy fuck nuggets," I whispered. His net worth was over two-hundred-million dollars. I let out a low whistle. He did not seem like a guy who had that much money. Usually, from what I've heard or seen in movies, people with that much money almost always turned out to be pretentious, self-righteous dicks.