My Dad Told Me to “Go Live in the Streets.” He Didn’t Know I Earn $25M a Year—or What I’d Do Next.

carrying scents of cheap champagne and too much perfume.

“I heard there was a celebration,” I said pleasantly. “Thought I’d stop by.”

Alyssa crossed the room quickly, her dress rustling, her smile bright and brittle. Up close, I could see the careful makeup covering the circles under her eyes, the tension in her shoulders that suggested things were not continue reading …