“Here’s $100—Can you be my mom today?” a billionaire boss’s son asked—until a shy woman replied, “Keep it. Billionaires pay in secrets.”

I said. “You dislike witnesses.”

His eyes cooled, and for the first time I saw the real thing beneath the polished surface. Not anger. Not passion. Emptiness with manners.

“Maya was like you,” he said. “Always believing truth had power. Truth only has power when men with weapons decide it does.”

A sound came from the closet.

Silas’s gaze shifted.

I stepped continue reading …