Quinn
The next week starts off with a bang, all because of a particularly high-powered client who can’t be bothered to settle his bill.
My brothers and I try to avoid doing business with men like him who think that their status is p*****t enough. Over the years, we’ve become more selective when it comes to our clients, precisely for reasons like this. But even despite our best efforts to weed out the stingy pricks, every once in a while one of them worms his way into our system. In those cases, we’re forced to track him down and remind him that the pretty little thing on his arm is only there because he’s paying her, and by paying her, I mean paying us.
When I suggest that we stay late one night to put an end to this issue, the two of them exchange a look.
“Can’t,” Cooper says, rubbing
