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

Avery,” I said.

The whispers became voices.

Julian stepped toward me.

“Vivian, stop.”

“I haven’t started.”

“This is not the place.”

“You selected the place.”

His mouth hardened.

“Whatever you think you discovered, you don’t understand the financing.”

“I understand the forty-million-dollar Blackridge loan.”

Silence returned.

“The loan secured by a forged spousal continue reading …