I stared at the coat bag on the table, restless.

Last night, after leaving the hotel, I returned the coat to Dave. I hadn’t forgotten how he had deceived me.

Dave didn’t reply, “Is this how you treat your benefactor?”

I was at a loss for words.

“I’ll return it to you after it’s cleaned,” I said, forcing a smile.

“I’m very interested in your research and would like to visit your company,” Dave continued.

I quickly brightened, “Thank you, Mr. Branson. We’ll be honored to have you tomorrow.”

However, I couldn’t shake the thought that it seemed unlikely. The Branson family had such a vast empire; why would they...