LAKE:
SATURDAY, 7:30 pm...
I looked myself over in my floor-to-ceiling glass mirror. My father used to say the size of a man's portrait was directly proportionate to the size of his ego. For me, it was the size of a man's mirror, my mirror. I stood in my cobalt blue three-piece tuxedo. My jet black hair gelled to the back of my head, my beards trimmed and neat. I knew I looked and smelt with a whopping trillion dollars.
Jojo was to be outside by now. I could only wonder what she would look like. I had never seen her in decent clothes before, it was why I instructed Neil to make sure he got her a dress, shoes, and accessories suitable for this event. I could not have her locked in my arms, looking like I picked her from the gutter and dragged her to the event. My reputation had more tha
