Food has never been something I thought a lot about. Maybe it’s because I spent so little time between family dinners and posh restaurants. By the time I was sixteen I had my first college degree, though I didn’t graduate until I was seventeen with my masters in hand which I had setup that way. Before I was fifteen I had a company setup in my Dad’s name and was running it through him. I never really wanted for money so I always ate the same way, just enough for my stomach not to complain. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve always loved food.

Pulling up to the curb, I could see a sign that read ‘Mastro’s Steakhouse’. We were somewhere in Beverly Hills. Just a wild guess, but I figured this would be Bob’s choice. They had fantastic steak and I had been several times and at least once every trip to Los Angeles.

I glanced over at Bob with a wide grin on my face. He looked down as to say “What”.

“There goes getting out of my suit,” I chuckled and let my