The Top of the Cap Table

That had always been all I needed to know.

I had just been unwilling, until the martini, to make him show me.

Chapter 5 — Leased

“I’m making a call,” I said, and took my phone from my bag.

Winston laughed through a ribbon of cigar smoke.

“Calling who, the help line?

I own this vessel, sweetheart.”

“Leased,” I said quietly, unlocking the screen.