My assistant had texted me the receipt from Gucci, so I knew all about the three thousand dollars she had spent on Jo. But after my assistant made the purchase, I decided it wasn’t enough.
It wasn’t personal, the way I wanted her gift to be.
So, I’d reached out to the store and had them contact an artist, who painted Jo’s name on the inside of the bag along with a small skyline of Vegas above it.
I blew up the photo to get a better look. I knew nothing about purses, but the large red crocodile-looking-skin bag looked sexy as hell on her shoulder.
Me: It looks stunning on you.
“Who’s making you smile so hard?” Walter asked, returning from the restroom.
I glanced up from my phone, shoving it back into my pocket. “A business deal that just closed.”
“Bullshit.” He placed his napkin on h
