8“Enjoying the new amenities?” Margaux asked as she stood by Cecil’s chair, dipping the handle of her erotic cane into the melted vanilla ice cream and licking it off.
“Like you’ve always said, success is s*x in excess.”
Margaux winked. “Your father’s dead. I can have what I please.”
Cecil traced his fingers across a diamond-encrusted sconce. “Most of your models come from poor countries, right? Is it fair to flaunt your mansion in front of them?”
“Survival means winning. And winning means there’s a loser.” Margaux took a tissue from her Visage bag and waved it like a flag. “That’s life. I’m surviving, others are losing.” She rested her chin on the ebony cane, studying Cecil.
“Can we talk in private?” he asked.
“About what Jordan said to you?” Margaux pointed her cane down the hallwa
