een slapped. Her eyes dart
ain, her voice cracking. "She's... she ju
nt, strangled. "Two win
ething!" Bre
rate, "Alright! Alright! I'll... I'll fund a *third*
She looked at me, a sneer returning. "Ther
buzzed. A text mes
ould you... could you authorize a loan from your trust? Say, f
use *my* money to outbid
k a single
locked h
third wing been confirmed, Mrs. Sullivan? Has t
oked at her phone. "Richard? Ri
king issues. International transfers, you know. Complex.
an eyebrow. "Or is it a '
gh I didn't feel much. "He's playing you, Mrs. Sulliv
torted with rage.
lunged at me. "You
him, claws out. "I'll te
nyone could react, fists
k, trying to s
m!" someo
rson just stoo
doors of the audi
wo large, thuggish-looking men in chea
or perhaps pretended not to
nted a finger vaguely in my direction, where I
nt!" Richard ordered his men.
d towards me, their
ut to grab my arms, another
harp, and utte
my daugh
eads
lled the entire auditorium. Flanked by her own security detail – discreet, professio