They Arrived to Buy an $8 Million Mansion on My Money — They Didn’t Know Whose Name Was Really on the Accounts
That afternoon I drove not home but to the aging industrial park where Christopher kept his headquarters.
The bored young receptionist perked up when I entered.
“Is Christopher available?” I asked, keeping my voice perfectly level.
“He stepped out for a late lunch about twenty minutes ago,” she said, and then bit her lip.
“With Melanie.”
“And who is Melanie?”
“Our new Director of Public Relations.
She joined a few months ago.”