MARK.

"Can't you see it?" Zane whispered, her eyes wide and manic. "Can't you read the writing on the wall? Aria isn't real, Mark."

"She’s real enough to wire twenty-five million dollars," I snapped, tired of her hysteria. "She’s real enough to save this company."

"No," Zane shook her head violently. "She’s a mirage, she’s a reflection. She talks like a predator. She isn't a partner, Mark. She’s a punishment."

"You're drunk, Zane," I said dismissively. "Go to bed."

"I'm not drunk!" she screamed, the sound echoing off the high ceilings. "I'm the only one seeing this clearly! You're blinded by greed, and Jason is blinded by lust! But I...