You sign your shares into the voting pool, you stand beside him publicly, and everyone wins.”

“Everyone,” I said, “except me.”

Chapter 3 — The Little Accountant

Luca reached across the corner of the table and closed his hand around my wrist.

Not hard, exactly.

Just enough to remind me that he was accustomed to holding things that did not wish to be held.

“You haven’t thought this through long term, sweetheart,” he said.

I pulled my arm free.