said Esme, “this is the best bad news I think I’ve ever seen.” “Mmm-hmm.” “Best?” Mineola looked at them both in bewilderment. “He’s riling two thousand people to go on a killing spree!” “That’s one way of looking at it.” The tall Asian threw up her hands. “Are you both out of your minds?” “Shoul...
Mothers and fathers and grandparents and friends were now traders, one and all, talking a mile a minute and with passionate conviction to whomever was on the other line of their phone call, and the subject was money. Wire transfers, credit limits, PayPal, Visa. Escrow. Second mortgages. Sometimes...
The past was useless. Ross had a speech to give. A eulogy. Seventy-five immaculately dressed millionaires had flown across the continent to hear from a man they knew only from the business section of Forbes and instead they would meet Ross Berman, who had never read Forbes in his life and in fact...
said Rafe, “and desire.” He wrote the words in large black ink on the dry erase board, and some of the more dutiful freshmen in the lecture hall jotted them down. Rafe took a moment to smirk at this—would they forget those two words if they didn’t copy them down? Then again, these were college st...