ew that stretched from Central Park to the St

ount every month," he instructed, his voic

grand? Julian, the guy you're pretending to be makes less than th

ake it believable." He added, "And make sure no one in the

ndled," Nathan

oba tea shop, the sweet smell of tapioca and brown sugar in the

ived: $4,000.00. Me

dollars. She did the math in her head, her hands starting to tremble. A man wh

wed more money from his friend, or worse, from a loan shark, all to giv

eal. Their agreement was for the initial fifty thousand. She was supposed to be financ

he wiped her hands on her a

o hang up when he finally answered. "Yes

intercom on his desk, stepping out of a tense board meeting into the

s tumbling out in a rush. "I got the money

arrangement," he s

istress. "Your salary can't cover this! We're partners in this

pet of jewels below him, and listened to this woman on the other end of the phone worrying about his finances.

" he said finally, not k

it back. Two thousand is more than enough for my share of the

ould form a rep

ho could buy and sell entire city blocks with a single phone call, had just b

he massive mahogany table fell silent, watching as their formidable CEO

ith a few taps, she sent $2,000 back to the account num

back the fifty thousand, and make sure this kind, responsible, and