Chapter 1 - The Six-Thousand-Dollar Suit“You look like someone who pays his mortgage on time and worries about grocery prices,” Victoria said bluntly, leaning forward with ruthless logic. “To my circle, that is the most exotic thing in the world.”
I stared at her. “I am deeply flattered.”
“I’m not asking for charity, Daniel. I know what you make. If you do this, I will clear your daughter’s elementary school tuition balance for the next six years, deposit twenty thousand dollars into a college fund, and personally approve your transfer to the senior risk director position that opens next quarter.”
My brain stalled.
Six years of school paid. A college fund. A promotion that would finally let me breathe without calculating whether we could afford fresh fruit.
“You’re bribing me,” I said.
“I am negotiating,” she corrected.
“What’s the dress code?”
That was how I found myself standing in a high-end Fifth Avenue boutique three hours later, while a tailor pinned the sleeves of a six-thousand-dollar charcoal suit that cost more than my first used car.
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By Friday evening, we were crossing the sprawling lawn of the Southampton estate under a canopy of white lights, surrounded by people who treated millions of dollars like pocket change.
And now, her fingers were locked around mine, trembling.
