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

companies and controlling interests in entities Julian believed were independent investors.

My grandfather had never left me a pile of cash.

He had left me systems.

Quiet ones.

The kind that continued earning while other fortunes posed for magazine covers.

Naomi opened the first folder.

“The trust owns the land beneath Cross Continental Boston.”

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