“You know what builds character, gentlemen?" Clarence said, swirling his scotch.
Kaylee stood by the fireplace, holding a silver tray, her back straight despite the eyes on her.
Clarence smiled. “Public shame."
The executives around him chuckled, cards in hand.
One raised a brow. “That why you keep her around?"
“Exactly," Clarence replied smoothly. “Nothing teaches humility like living proof of consequences."
“Play us a tune, convict," another said. “Or are your fingers just for scrubbing now?"
Kaylee's jaw twitched.
Clarence sipped. “She can't. Not well enough yet. But she's great at storytelling."
He turned to her. “Go on. Tell them about the island."
The room hushed. The fire crackled.
Kaylee stared straight ahead. “My ex invited me to a private island. Said it was a vacation
