Bentley
“I feel like you’re manipulating me because you think I believe I’m too smart to be manipulated.” I lean back in my chair, staring at the document Charlie wants me to sign.
He finally breaks into the laugh he’s been holding all morning.
“Fine. You caught me. But let’s be honest here, you’ve got nothing to lose. It’s like 0.2 percent of half your net worth. You wouldn’t even bat an eye if it’s gone,” he presses.
Fine. I’ll just sign the damn thing and let Charlie use me as bait since I’ve got money to spare. I kiss my teeth, lean forward, and scribble my signature on the paper.
Hillary knocks on my door before walking in. I know it’s her because she has a weird way of knocking.
“Hi, Charlie,” she smiles at him—he always seems to be in my office instead of his on the other bloc
