at the Ritz was expecting him at 10:00. Ethan hadn’t gone to the gala. He told himself he was tired. Early meetings on January 2nd. He’d been to enough parties. The truth was simpler. He couldn’t stand one more countdown surrounded by people who wanted things from him.
His money, his connections, his face on their charity boards. Nobody at that gala would see him. They’d see what he could give them. So he stayed home alone in $87 million worth of empty space. His phone buzzed. unknown number.
