The matte black LaFerrari coasted down Harmonfield’s upper boulevard, humming like a predator at rest. Sarah leaned her head back, the wind brushing strands of her hair into Jack’s face.
She smiled. “You really made Emily faint.”
Jack adjusted his sunglasses. “She needed to sit down. That showroom had too much reality in the air.”
Sarah laughed—short, soft, unburdened. But as they drove past the digital tickers downtown, Jack noticed something on a skyscraper news screen.
BREAKING: WILSON GROUP STOCK PLUNGES AFTER THOMPSON GROUP WITHDRAWAL.
He blinked. “Already?”
Sarah followed his gaze. “You knew this would happen.”
“I hoped it would. But I didn’t think they’d bleed this fast.”
The LaFerrari’s engine growled as Jack took a sharp turn.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
Jack’s mout
