Raizo wipes his mouth with a cloth napkin, his gaze never leaving mine. “It’s not like you to part with your antiquities. You’requite the collector of the rare and beautiful.”
He’s not wrong there. The women in my employ who see to the needs of The Meridian’s elite clientele are singular in their
beauty and grace. Call it prostitution, call it an escort service, call it temporary matchmaking… whatever anyone wants to callit, we’ve turned some rough and desperate people into exceptional fantasy-fulfillers.
But that’s the difference between him and I. My employees are there of their own free will. The women who “work” for him doso without a say in the matter.
“I know when to diversify my assets.” I also know what Raizo is trying to pull from me. “Don’t tell me you doubt the quality ofmy
