He looked around and saw Becky standing behind him, her fists on her hips, her mouth tightly pursed, her eyes darting.

"We can build it all ourselves, so stop bullying the poor man."

His patience becoming thin, he replied, "Becky, I am a billionaire." Every day, I purchase and sell multimillion-dollar businesses. I don't assemble my own furniture.

Barry sneered and added, "If you can't handle a little bit of DIY—" "Then leave it to me. I'll have it put together in no ...