The Bastard Billionaire

By: Jessica Lemmon


The balding man laughed, though it sounded a tad uneasy.

Reese tilted his head at Merina. “Will there be anything else?”

“Your head on a pike.” With that parting blow, she left, holding fast to the suit jacket. She wore it on the ride down the elevator, through the bland lobby, and out onto Superior Street, where she wadded it up and threw it into a mud puddle gathering near the curb.

She walked back to the Van Heusen in the rain, telling herself she’d won this round. But Merina didn’t feel victorious.

She felt lost.

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