Play Me Like You Mean It
“That’s too much.”
“It gets better. Word is, she went crying to her investor friend, and he told her he couldn’t help.”
“Drew, this isn’t a coincidence.”
“Of course it’s not.”
“You think it’s him.”
“I think your mystery benefactor has a very efficient calendar,” he said dryly. “Look, I’m happy for you and terrified for you. Because trust me, you don’t want to get on the bad side of someone with that kind of power.”
“I should never have asked him for help,” I muttered.