I scrolled to the bottom of my contacts and called a number I hadn't used in three years.
The call connected before the first ring had finished, as though the man on the other end had spent every day waiting for it.
"Theo," I said, surprised by my own calm.
His deep voice carried reverence and barely contained joy.
"Ms. Sterling. You finally contacted the family. A helicopter is already waiting on Starfall Boulevard."
"No helicopter. Bring a car." I studied the neon lights of Silvercrest City. "Notify the Legal Department and the Finance Department. Cut every source of funding to Julian's film crew. I want him to learn what real capital means."
"As you wish."
Less than 10 minutes later, a custom black Maybach glided to a stop in front of me.
Theo Vance stepped out in an immaculate
