catingly small, smelling of stal

ingers gripping a freshly printed bank statem

st into the room, her ey

n opening for a lead health consultant," Sarah practically yell

was it. This was the exact opportunity sh

her mouth

ge of that terrible bed, scratching his arms until they bled. Jos

at the bank stat

" Flora w

mean you can't? Are you crazy? Is th

ted blood. She stood up, her legs feeli

breakroom, ignoring

lked three blocks in the freezin

astic chair in front o

shook, but she forced herself to look the teller in t

ard. "That's fifty thousand d

aved for the last five years. It wa

pty eyes. She thought about giv

re," Fl

iece of paper. Her phone buzzed. A text fro

d her joints and kept walking. Her spine

her apartment, the smell of ci

e small table, staring a

cket. She grabbed a yellow sticky note, wrote Startup Fund on

own. He saw the

eating. The air in

ora said. Her voice was calm, completely devoid of regret.

ed. He, a man who moved billions of dollars with a singl

g. "This is everything you have. I can'

interrupted, her eyes blazing with fie

blow to the chest. The impact shattered

t seeing his money. This woman was handing him her lite

at Flora, his dark eyes swirling with an emot

," Josiah

and there, that he would return

n pasta. There was no meat, n

he was dining at a Michelin-star

the roof of the apartment buildi

s encrypted phon

ressed emotion. "Set up a shell company. Call it J-Ventures. Inject capital into

the glittering skyline of Manhattan