He Called Me “Street Garbage” at the Country Club. He Didn’t Know What Burns Down Empires.

awkward solidarity. They weren’t bad people, just weak ones, too afraid of William to stand against him.

But I had more important calls to make.

“Danielle,” I said the moment my assistant answered through the car’s voice system.

“Ms. Cross?” Danielle’s voice sharpened with concern. She’d been with me for six years, long enough to read my silences like continue reading …