"Interest?"
"I've had it set up to accrue."
"But, Saxon…"
"So, think big, honey. Like, entire buildings. That kind of big."
"How about shelters specializing in the kind of kid I was? Rape and abuse counselors. Safety. Food. A life away from a broken home that's not the streets."
His eyes go soft. "You know who would be good at helping you set that up?"
"Camilla."
"Bingo. She knows business. I have a feeling she'll do more than help set it up, too."
"Yeah, you're probably right." I wave a hand around us. "So…Valkyrie?"
"It's a company. They specialize in ultra high-tech, super luxury transport for the truly discerning billionaire," he adopts a fake-posh accent for the last bit—a bad, bad British accent. "The company is owned by Valentine and Kyrie Roth. They do stealth helicopters, ultra-yachts, all sorts of fancy shit."
"I've heard of them," I say. "They went through some crazy shit, right? I remember reading about it. Or maybe it was a Netflix special a few years back."
"Actually, there's a chance you may meet them," he says. "Kane met Xavier Badd, the tech entrepreneur."
"The guy who makes those cute little gadgets?"
A laugh. "And some of the most sophisticated technology on the fucking planet, but yeah, the cute gizmos. Apparently, he and Valentine are going into business together, not sure what or how, but they're meeting at Club Sin to discuss it."
I blink. "Wait. Hold on. You know Xavier Badd? Did you meet Harlow?"
He shrugs. "Once, yeah. She's cool as hell. Friends with Anjalee, so you'll meet her."
I pre-panic. "Stop."
He laughs. "But you met—"
"Yeah," I interrupt. "But I'm not, like A fan of either of them. I know who they both are obviously, but it wasn't a big deal. Plus, I was too scared and focused to enjoy the experience. But Harlow Grace is…she's my idol. I love her. I've seen every movie she's been in like eight times. She’s hot, graceful, and cool. She's always herself, but she always disappears into the role."
He shrugs. "She's even cooler in person. You'll love her, trust me."
"Any other crazy secrets you're keeping from me?"
"Not that I'm aware of. I wasn't keeping that a secret, it just didn't come up."
I shake my head. "You're friends with Harlow fucking Grace. And it didn't come up." I glare at him. "Do you know Henry Cavill? Because straight up, I'll leave you for him in a heartbeat."
He just laughs. "No, don't know him. Thankfully."
"I'm only partially kidding. He's my hall pass."
Saxon shakes his head, laughing. "You're a nut job."
"Yeah, but I’m your nut job." I look around. "Hey, you think these seats combine into, like, an immersive couple’s pod?
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