David Salinger sat on one side of the mahogany table. He looked like he hadn't slept in forty-eight hours. His suit was rumpled, his tie was askew, his eyes were bloodshot, and he radiated a vibration of pure, exhausted stress. He had spent the last two days dealing with lawyers, bail bondsmen, and his father screaming that Ella had "ruined the family name" over a pearl necklace. The scandal had made page six of the local paper: Socialite Snaps Pearls and Cuffs.
Next to him sat Natalie. She looked irritatingly tanned, rested, and efficient. She wore a pristine cream-colored blazer that screamed expense account. Her composure was unsettlingly perfect.
Andy sat at the head of the table, looking every inch the untouchable CEO in a custom-tailored suit. His expression was placid, almost bore
