Chapter Sixty-Nine
Aria “Would you like a drink Ms. Brown?” The man in front of me doesn’t bother to introduce himself not formally that is. His office is as pompous as the man that calls it his. The room screams old money and secrets as do his icy cornflower eyes and his slicked-back dark hair. “I’d love one.” Lounging back on his large leather chair in front of his pristine cheery wood and gold vintage desk I follow his movements as he pulls down two glasses and fills them with vodka. “Your boss wouldn’t mind?” He raises his eyebrow as he waits on my answer while walking around the desk to hand me the straight vodka, no mixer. “Not at all. If there isn’t a glass of liquor to be had there isn’t a deal. No good business deals start over water and juice.” When Mason pours a glass of scotch, he’ll swirl i
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