HE GAVE HIS MISTRESS MY PADDLE. HE FORGOT THE AUCTION HOUSE BELONGED TO ME

The hotels will remain open.”

“And my shares?”

“Restricted pending the investigation.”

“My apartment?”

“Owned by the trust.”

He swallowed.

“The cars?”

“Leased through the company.”

“The house in Aspen?”

“Also the trust.”

A terrible understanding passed across his face.

All the visible proof of his success belonged to structures he had never examined.

He had spent continue reading …