“He’s not who he says she is.” Myles whispered to me from across our shared desk.

We both watch our new boss strut across the floor of our office. He stops to look out the floor to ceiling windows that give way to Central Park. We do have the most magnificent view from the twenty-fourth floor.

"Don't we all lie a little bit on our resumes?" I whisper back.

"No, not a small fabrication to get the job," Myles rolls his eyes. "I mean, it's him. He's not Jacob Jones. He's Freddie Lane."

"The billionaire's son? The actual Wolf of Wall Street's son?" There's no way. Why the hell would someone so rich come work at this dump. We are one step above penny stocks. The wannabe stock brokers who hope to make it big. Or at least that's how I describe the sharks that work here. I'm just here to complete my internship to make my family happy. Then I'm out.

"Check your email. It's totally him." Myles clicks send.

His message lands in my inbox and I open the link. Holy shit.

"Okay. Unless this is a serious doubleganger situation... I think you're right." I compare the chiseled body on my screen to the man who stands confidently surveying our sea of computers.

"Right?" Myles exclaims a little too loudly. The grump lady across from him gives him a death glare. He lowers his voice. "I wonder why he would lie about who he his."

"I'm not sure. But I'm going to find out." Challenge accepted. Maybe this internship won't be so shitty after all.