~Blair’s~

“She thinks we’re all stupid.”

Blair doesn’t say it out loud. But it drips from her stare as she scans the glossy building record pulled up on her tablet.

There it is. Again.

Adele Streams.

Penthouse 39G.

Visits logged: Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays.

No name attached to the lease. Just a legal shell. A blank-signed holding company with too much money and too little accountability.

Blair taps her stiletto impatiently against the floor of the executive lounge. She’s seen too many real estate tricks in her life not to recognize a ghost property when it glares back at her.

“Who the hell are you seeing, Adele?” she mutters.

She...