Edmund left the theater that night and threw every last rule of his precious logic out the window.
He was a gambler who'd lost his hand, and he was ready to bet everything on a single bluff.
He issued order after order to his team. He bought a controlling stake in the dance company I was working for at three times market value overnight.
He had every one of Celeste's brand deals pulled, every appearance canceled, every industry door slammed shut in her face.
In Edmund's world, if he threw enough money at a problem, the problem went away.
Once he cleared the obstacles and raised the stakes, I'd have no choice but to come back.
Late the next night, he waited for me in the underground parking garage of the theater.
He stood in front of my car, holding two things.
One was a thick equit
