“I’m sorry if I come across as impatient, but I really need to find that portrait.”
 
 “Why? Is the world going to end if you don’t lay hands on it right this second?”
 
 “Will you work faster if I say yes?”
 
 She sighed. “Look, I’m working on several leads right now.”
 
 “What kind of leads?”
 
 “The trade secret kind of leads. Look, do I come to your job and tell you how to take over a company or trade stock?”
 
 “No,” I admitted.
 
 “Then don’t come to my job and tell me how to do mine, okay? Thanks. I’ll let you know what I find out the second I do, night or day. I promise.”
 
 “Night or day,” I repeated firmly.
 
 “You’ve got it boss man. Now excuse me, I’ve got to get back to work.”
 
 I heard the sounds of a video game in the background before the call ended, but I didn’t want to call her out on it.
 
 I went to the startup’s offices and took a tour, shaking hands with people whose names I probably wouldn’t be able to remember. I owned so many companies. Not a brag, but an explanation why the rich jerk can't remember everyone’s name.
 
 The ink had yet to dry on the paper when my phone rang. It was Megan.
 
 I looked up at the room full of sycophants. “I’m sorry, can you clear the room? This is important.”
 
 They cleared out like grease before Dawn and I took the call.
 
 “Hello, beautiful.”
 
 “Hello,” she said, her voice sweet and honeyed and magical in my ear. “How are you doing?”
 
 “Oh, I only had a few hours of sleep, but I’m not complaining about that in the slightest.”
 
 “Yeah, me neither.” She laughed anxiously, and swallowed. I got the feeling something was bothering her.
 
 “What’s wrong?”
 
 “Um, well… I really hate to ask you this, but—”
 
 Her voice trailed off. I prompted her to continue.
 
 “Ask me what?”
 
 She sighed. “Remember Junebug?”
 
 “The digital artist with a penchant for vandalism?”
 
 “The same. He’s been arrested, and he kind of mouthed off to the judge, and, well, his bail is set really high.”
 
 I chuckled. “How high?”
 
 “Fifteen thousand dollars, once you add in court fees.”
 
 “That’s a pretty penny, all right. I’ve got you covered.”
 
 “You do? I mean, he’ll pay you back after he goes to trial—”