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“What, no ‘hello, how are you’ or ‘you look very handsome today?’” He gestures toward his body with our coffees still in hand. Ignoring him, I take a seat. He walks over to the desk and puts them down.
“Pft, guess not,” he mumbles, pulling out a flash drive.
He plugs the drive into my computer, and an image of the woman I’d just been fantasizing about the night before lights up my screen. A professional headshot.
“What am I looking at, Dante?”
“Patience, man.” He rolls his eyes.
“You know that’s not in my vocabulary, so let’s get on with it.”
He put his arms up in surrender. “Okay, okay. There’s really not much about her.Natalie Yang, born April 22, 1997 at New York Presbyterian in Brooklyn.” He switches over to a photo of a newborn Natalie in her mother’s arms, while her father holds them both and smiles at the camera. “So, she’ll be twenty-five next Friday.Grew up in the Upper East Side. Parents are Jet and Nora Yang.”
When I don’t respond, he takes it as his cue to continue.
“She went to private schools, attended NYU, graduated early, and is now at Columbia Law.”
“Okay, she’s smart. Get to the part where it doesn’t make sense, D.”
“All right, all right. So, her parents are college professors at NYU, and I know that’s decent money but not private school and Upper East Side money. She went to school debt-free and has had her own penthouse since she turned eighteen.”
“You think someone is funding her lifestyle?”
As I suspected, it could be Dominic.
“There’s no other way. Plus, I’ve checked her bank statements, and a questionable amount of money gets wired to her from an untraceable account.”
I roll my eyes. “You should have started with that. Nothing is untraceable. But that is weird.” I make a note to look into it and set up alerts on any movement on her end. “I’ll keep an eye on her. I have some meetings at the clubs today. I’ll catch you later.”
“All right, man,” Dante says as he heads toward the door, but before he leaves, he turns. “I was right, though, wasn’t I?”
“About what?”
“She’s hot.” He wiggles his eyebrows. I flip him off. “Maybe I’ll just go up and talk to her, flirt a little, and see what I can get out of her. I’m sure she won’t be able to resist my charm.” He smirks, adjusting his collar.
The cocky asshole.
“Stay away from her until we know more,” I order, not liking the idea of him talking to her.
“You’re no fun,” he says as he exits.
I sit back in my chair. Mystery amounts of cash. Close with the Violantes.Who are you?
Chapter Three
Natalie
JAB. JAB. CROSS. KICK. DUCK. HOOK.
“Nice!” Stephen yells as he lands with a thud.
I stand over him, a proud smirk on my face. I reach down to help him up.
“Natalie, you’re making a lot of progress,” Stephen says as he catches his breath.
“I feel like you’re going easy on me,” I say as I walk over to grab my water bottle.
“I used to, but it’s getting harder and harder to go easy on you. You seriously just took me by surprise there.” He pats me on the back.
