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

voice dropped.

“Stop talking.”

She laughed once.

It was a bitter, astonished sound.

“You promised me thirty percent.”

“Of what?” I asked.

Sloane looked at me.

“Julian owns seventeen percent after dilution.”

Her face went blank.

He had lied to both of us, though not in the same way.

He told me I was irrelevant.

He told her he was powerful.

Neither was true.

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