Kiss the Saboteur — The Billionaire Persona

To my astonishment, every one of them greeted him with deference, even Ethan's notoriously arrogant senior director. Good morning. Stopped to offer Chase a respectful nod.

Nice to see you, sir. I looked him up and down. He wore head-to-toe Louis Vuitton from the current collection, and Italian shoes made to order.

The sunglasses hooked carelessly at his collar, cost more than some cars, and the discontinued watch on his wrist was the kind of collector's piece money a loan could not buy.

He had committed hard to whatever role he was playing. Callaway Group was one of New York's most powerful companies. Getting its senior staff to treat him like royalty must have cost more than I made on several major contracts.

Apparently, a man could manufacture an entire billionaire persona overnight, while I had spent ten years earning mine one mark at a time. After ten years in the business, I could pass for a glamorous socialite in any room in Manhattan. Underneath the couture, I was still an actress who had learned the manners,

schools, wines, and vacation spots of people born into that world. I hurried to Chase and lowered my voice. When Ethan comes down, don't improvise. You need to act completely obsessed with me.

Make it look like you can't live without me, understood? Chase did not bother hiding the way he stared. I already am obsessed with you. No acting required. Just tell me how much it will cost to make him disappear.

I rolled my eyes. You're enjoying this role way too much. If Ethan could be bought off so easily, I would not have spent three months plotting every move. Chase opened his mouth, but the executive elevator chimed.

I smoothed my skirt and composed myself, ready to deliver the performance of my