Everybody in our industry knew Halston Capital.
They weren’t simply wealthy.
They were one of those private investment firms people whispered about like a force of nature.
Tech.
Healthcare.
Real estate.
Logistics.
Media.
If a company needed fifty million dollars, Halston could provide it.
If it needed five hundred million, they could probably do that too.
“What does Halston have to do with me?”
“I don’t know.”
Nina paused.
“But Gavin has been in the conference room with her for eleven minutes.”
Another pause.
“And I have never seen him look that scared.”
I was already reaching for my jacket.
Twenty-five minutes later, I stepped through the agency doors for the second time that day.
Nobody was working.
They were pretending to.
The moment I entered, half the office looked toward me.
Nina stood from reception.
“She’s in Conference One.”
“My stuff still at my desk?”
“Yes.”
