My Future Boss Was Seventeen

The Plan: Travel back in time to high school, identify my insanely intimidating future billionaire boss before he gets rich, and suck up to him so hard I secure a six-figure job for life. The Execution: Perfect. I brought him coffee, cheered at his games, and basically operated as his unpaid teenage executive assistant. He’s totally buying it. The Problem: I was trying to network my way into the C-suite. I think I just networked my way into his bed.