HARRISON
The best thing about haunting a high-level real estate deal is that no one ever expects the ghost to bite back.
Especially not when the deal’s buried behind four shell companies, a batch of offshore LLCs, and a bullshit front that calls itself something innocuous like Bright Urban Holdings. Vivian’s fingerprints are all over it, if you know where to look. Most people don’t. But I do.
And more importantly, my people do.
I’m not supposed to have people, technically. Not these people, anyway. Not in the way Gavin has polished attorneys and Jack has ex-military security contacts. My network is quieter, more likely to be found in server logs and dark-thread chat rooms than at charity galas. But they’re loyal. And fast.
And they hate Vivian just enough to make this fun.
Done. The
