The CEO's Weather Girl

Summary

I was scrolling through a campus resale board late at night when a listing stopped my thumb dead in its tracks.

Five-star luxury tasting buffet, valued at $500. Selling my spot for $25. Only one opening available.

I sat bolt upright in bed.

Twenty-five dollars for a five-hundred-dollar private buffet? That wasn’t just a discount; it was practically highway robbery in reverse.

A food vlogger I followed had recently reviewed the place. Her video featured glistening plates of A5 wagyu and towering tiers of seafood, and I remembered sitting in my dorm room, practically drooling onto my screen.