The night the bidding meeting ended, a rare downpour swept across the city.
I sat by the floor-to-ceiling window of my new apartment and saw a figure kneeling downstairs. Sterling Group had been placed under investigation for the bidding scandal and falsified documents. Several banks had tightened their credit lines overnight. That already fragile cash flow had snapped completely.
Harvey had no umbrella. His expensive tailored suit was soaked through, plastered to his skin. He knelt in the rain for an entire night.
At dawn, the rain began to ease.
I held a black straight-handled umbrella, pushed through the apartment gate, and walked slowly toward him.
Hearing footsteps, Harvey jerked his head up. His hair was a mess, his face pale, his eyes bloodshot. The moment he saw me, he grabbed
