FASHION AND CRIME
She narrowed her eyes as she concentrated, tilted her head at certain designs before sketching quick digital notes, her lips curved a little when the image matched what she pictured in her mind.
In the upper room, Ruger leaned back in his chair with a half-empty glass in his hand. His voice was low and clear.
“You know, most people think business grows by money alone. They forget… it’s about who trusts you when no one’s looking. That’s the real key.”
He glanced at Zagaff, but the man wasn’t listening. His eyes kept drifting below to the VIP section, where Sylvania now sat alone. Ruger followed his gaze, and then he smiled.