She walked towards his chair, holding in her hand the secret papers that were guaranteed to seal the deal and win this case at last. Behind her, Ace Cooper and his crack team of lawyers sat at their table, none the wiser as to how close they were to the end of it all. Ace was the owner of Texxon ...
It was cute. Jon Sugar ruffled the newspaper and cleared his throat. It was eight am and the train to the city was filled with professional working men making their way into New York to try to seize the day. No different, on the surface at least, than he was. Jon was the creative director at Harl...
It was a Saturday night in Slinger’s Row, the most dangerous precinct in the entire city of Los Angeles, and the commotion in the station was pretty much standard fare. ‘Hey, why the rush sugarlips?’ some scumbag pimp called as she pushed past him. ‘Damn you know what I could do with an ass like ...