Marcia Graham had always possessed a mind as sharp as a switchblade and twice as opportunistic.
As she walked through the humid, crowded streets of the Shantytown, her thoughts were no longer on the relocation payout alone. Ten million dollars was tempting, of course, but money spent too quickly would eventually run dry. What she wanted was a ladder—one that could carry the Graham family out of the mud for good.
She glanced at her father, Dylan Graham, and lowered her voice.
“Dad, think bigger. The Davis Family is one of the Top Four dynasties in Redharrow. My boyfriend works as a senior manager at the Davis Group, and he has a direct line to Mason Davis, the First Young Master.”
Dylan frowned. “So what? How does some rich young master help us get that money?”
Marcia gave a cold laugh
