onus" for the last quarter. It' s a ridiculous car, but Jocelyn insists o

sprawling Beverly Hills mansion

s my rear bumper. It's intentional, a ge

y smile gets out. I recognize her instantly. Tara, a re

lking up to my window. "I've

is in the glove compartm

erested in insurance. I'm interested in you. I heard abou

ome new staff myself. And I'm prepared to be very generous. I'll

tacle of stealing Jocelyn Lind's trophy husb

"Thank you for the offer, Ms. Vance. But

esides, I've heard your employee turnover rate

A flicker of ange

," she says, her vo

and pull away smoothly, leaving he

the heart of Los Angeles' financial district. I pull into a private und

pen not to a lavish apartment, but to a bustling, open-plan o

y COO, greets me

"The pre-market data is in. We've captured another two perc

a familiar comfort. Here, I am not

of Apex Innovations. An