:00 AM i

h in his hand. The IPO roadshow had been a succ

e bedroom, wrapped in 8

o texts. No "Goodnight, I m

always

n his screen

ulled up the number for Harper's landline-information his

It was a shrill, mechanical s

esk, outlining the structure of a short-

ed it up

ith scotch and arrogance. "How's the squ

gripped the receiver. "Mr. Ferguson. If

awyer? With what money? I cut you off, Isi

tomach churn. He was trying to

k this is about?" she

soothing tone. "Apologize. We can talk about... the k

sed her eye

the venom surfacing. "You have no one.

d. Her voice didn't shake. "

othing!" Ca

truth," Is

e reached behind the base station a

ared at his phone.

his scotch glass across the room. It shattered against

doorway, rubbing her ey

Her hair was messy

ion. He pushed past her into th

e disconnected phone. Her heart w

e typed the header of her document:

s leather jacket. It was too big in the

et," she told Harper. "I checked t

her coffee. "You hac

" Isidora said grimly. "Frank sold the broo

ard," Harp

re," Isidora said. "I can't buy

yn sunlight. She wasn't the wi

eadache. He remembered the phone call. He

dominance. He needed t

and called his person

expensive. The most expensive vintage piece

Mr. Fe

ples. He would buy his way out