Chapter 119: A Mistake

Ronald Slade replaced the phone receiver on its base and looked to his partner who stood across the office leaning against the floor to ceiling window that overlooked Manhattan’s upper east side. In his blue slim-fit suit with his shoulder resting against the glass and his ankles crossed above expensive Italian loafers, Benjamin Howell looked more like a male model than the cut-throat real estate developer Slade knew him to be.

The fact of the matter was that the two were peas in a pod. They’d connected in business school at Wharton and formed a tight partnership, with Howell as the handsome face of the company. Slade was more cut out for working behind the scenes, which suited him just fine.

Howell scowled at him. “That was a mistake, you know. Telling her to fuck him. That’s going to come back and bite you on the ass.”