MARK
Aria, Miss Know-It-All, has turned my life into a circus.
I stood near the open bar, nursing a glass of champagne I had no interest in, watching the ballroom of the Plaza Hotel fill up with people I barely tolerated. It's Christmas Eve. Any other year, I would be halfway to a private suite in Vegas or chilling in a high-end brothel in Amsterdam with a woman who didn't ask questions. I should be relaxing and spending my stolen fortune.
Instead, I’m standing here playing the role of the perfect CEO at a gala I never asked for.
She is such a hard nut to crack. I had agreed to this event after days of her relentless persuasion. She claimed it was necessary to "reassure the investors." She claimed we needed to show the world that Vance Logistics was alive and well. But even after I sai
