Chapter 4
Jacob
I fixed my black tuxedo bow tie. I hated these things and would burn them if I could, but I learned the most useful tidbits when people drank champagne.
This was a skill I’d honed to get my father’s investors to take me seriously, and still practiced—though I had little taste for anything that made me lose focus.
When I closed my eyes at night, I remembered how my mother sang me to sleep as a boy, though I knew she shook from lack of nutrition. I used to sneak home an apple from the free lunch at school to feed her, though it was never enough.
While my father, her ex, could eat and drink to excess then head home to his mansion.
Heartless and selfish to the core. And I’d expose him.
Everyone would avoid him once he lost his business. And without running his empire, he
