days

glass box suspended in the sky. It was sterile

three years old, carefully pressed. Her phone sat in front of her, the

oor o

ace like a ferret and a suit that fit

ross the table. It la

, Miss Compton," Almus said. His v

pened it.

ared equity. A confidentiality agreement so strict sh

ipate in all public relations events as directed but shall have no right to

he hiring a wife

iring a

eing late. He took the seat at the head of

ll post your father's bail. I will provide you with a resid

ed from the family t

me for personal reve

Stark. He is disloyal and

on the table. "Done. B

ve three days to clean up your own mess. I

gga

ing the front desk. He's been texting

e buzzed again.

"Your due diligence period

I know you're broke, El. Come back. I can set y

r throat. She s

she said, standing

is a charity gala. Julian will be

d. She walked

to Julian. Meet me at the G

tly. Knew you'd c

cemetery. In it, Julian clearly mentioned using trust funds to pay for Tiffany's extravagant shopping spree. That was the leverag

rds. Or rather, the lack of them.

d at the old black gown in her closet.

a pair of

e fabric to create a plunging neckline.

aring back wasn't Eleonora Compton, the vic

of Eleonora leaving her building. "She's going

"No. If she can't handle an ex-boyfrie

her bleed. Let's see