ue, preening like a peacock. On his wrist sat a Rolex Subma

," he purred. "It says 'S

g at the back of his head. She felt detached,

d dollars, Jefferso

e brand image." He turned to her, flashing a bright, empty smile.

n, babe. My liquidity is tied up i

ity, that Jefferson had never actuall

, guilty for her feelings about Ace, and trying to fill the v

r Black Card

already taking a photo o

ning in close. "Let him see

"No. Don't tag him

osted it anyway. New addition.

, silence reigned. The only sound was

e buzzed o

at the no

asked, leaning in. She smelled

f cheese," Ace replied, cutting h

a liquidity crisis. Calista Foley needs a husband who

st her dinner on Instagram," Ace

us. Ace has been gone for five years. He's been laying

softly. "For instance, your margin calls on the South Ha

nt. Jaiden's face turne

u...?" Jaid

en in the sewers," Ace said

was a spark in the old ma

ista is tomorrow," Ha

back at his phone. H

text to Sen

ec

he lobby of the building where Jefferson rented his offi

as admiring his watch

ted some suspicious activity on your accounts. We're

houted. "I didn't a

protocol, sir. Fo

ne wen

wiped his mouth with a line