Chapter 65
Stephanie Bronson soon-to-be-Madsen—George was far less progressive than he thought and would want her to change her name which was fine—showered in the clubhouse after the round of golf. She’d wanted to drive her ball past the thicket on the tenth green today, but hadn’t wanted to arouse the golf pro’s suspicions. She did what was expected, made appropriate noises, but barely remembered any of it.
On her drive to the course, the money had begun moving. She’d felt much more pleasantly inclined to the hacker as she watched her Cayman Island accounts fly past eight figures and begin counting in increments of a hundred million. The most powerful s****l experience of her entire life had slammed through her as she sat alone in the back of her gold-painted Hummer limousine and watch
