I take the menu from the waiter and turn back to our table. I specifically booked a round table to make it more intimate,
friendly. I want Wynne to feel like we're friends, even though I'm going to use his business to smuggle cocaine across the
country and all the way to my hotels.
Lakeview is packed as usual, but we have a table far enough from everyone to speak freely. As long as we don't shout about drugs, we should be fine.
"Francine." I pull out my most ravishing smile as I look at her. "The face of W. Beauty. I can see why your husband is using you to sell his products."
As I say that, I bring my hand to Kayla's thigh. She's sitting on my left, her social anxiety pouring from her like steam out of a kettle. She feels at odds with the people here, and I can't blame her. I grew up in Cosa Nostra money, with flashy rich people who loved to show they were made men, but nothing prepares for Stoneview. The one percent is a truly different breed.
