He would, Rosario admitted grudgingly, probably have to be a little smart. Even if his daddy owned the company (she bet his daddy had owned the company), a position like head of research, managing a team of (probably older and more qualified) scientists... you'd have to at least know what you were talking about, even if you didn't completely know what you were doing.
Well, maybe not. Rich boys like that had a penchant for failing up, not to mention the kind of psychopathic overconfidence that mere mortals could only dream of. Maybe he'd crashed and burned completely. But he was anything like his son (he was unsettlingly like his son), he'd probably graduated top of goddamn everything.
"It just doesn't make sense," she grumbled. "He's the CEO of a multi-billion dollar company and it's like he just popped out of existence when he hit twenty-five."