Every morning at exactly seven o’clock, before the glass doors of Harrington Global opened to the rush
The auction hall was filled with people who could buy history without understanding it. Golden chandeliers
The Iron Arena of Valtheris had never been louder. Thousands of people filled the towering marble stands
The ballroom of the luxury cruise ship looked like a floating palace. Golden chandeliers swayed gently
The auction hall inside the Whitfield estate looked like a room built for secrets. Golden chandeliers
The banquet hall inside St. Augustine Medical Center looked nothing like the hospital floors below it.
The lobby of the Grand Ellison Hotel looked like a movie premiere. Golden chandeliers burned above marble floors.
Claire always answered FaceTime calls. Especially from Mia. They had been best friends since college
Everyone in the city knew the name Alexander Vale. He owned hotels, banks, private hospitals, and half
Daniel Carter had worked the night shift at the gas station for almost a year. Every night felt the same.