Adrian POV
The Clarke estate makes my apartment look like a storage closet. Veronica's family home sprawls across three acres, all stone and glass and old money.
"Adrian! You made it!" Veronica appears at the front door in a dress that probably costs more than my car. "Come in, everyone's out back."
I follow her through marble hallways lined with family portraits. The house smells really expensive and rich.
"This is quite a place," I say, because I need to say something.
"Daddy believes in maintaining appearances." She glances back at me, smiling. "The team loves gathering here. It's more private than the bars downtown."
Translation: no witnesses to whatever happens.
The backyard is even more impressive. Pool, outdoor kitchen, fire pit where half the team lounges with drinks. Ethan
