the wrought-iron gates of the

the list

ya said, flashing an old ID s

te swu

sic thumped against the car windows. White tents, cha

sn't here to socialize. She moved through the cro

who decided

a st

lding a flute of champagne, surrounded by her court of socialites. She was wearin

step around her

beg for your job back? Or did you come to ap

rned to watch. This was the entert

p of investors. He turned, his eyes locking

out your father. The gambler. The drunk. We all know you're just a gold digger, Anaya. You spr

t Anaya was cold

ave cried. She would have run

to

standing on the wet slate, right at th

ys

reached out, placed her palm flat

push. It was a sol

ent wide. Her

la

. Water sprayed over the expensive

ns were plastered to her face, her mascara ru

screamed, thras

dele to Anaya, his face a mixture of shock and fury. H

st your mind

, looking down at them.

id calmly. "

of paper. It was a formal, printed resignation le

cked he

once before landing softly on the surface of the

," she said. "We're done, Barre

d her bac

he could feel a hundred pairs of ey

e code, and opened the safe. Her passport. A

back gate, where he

k at the mansion. She didn't look back at t

e burned.