My Brother Bragged About Becoming Partner. He Didn’t Know the Investor Was Already Sitting There.

pavement.

The sunlight was sharp, almost too bright.

Sterling was leaning against the black sedan at the curb, one hand in his pocket, the other holding his phone. When he saw me, he straightened.

“Well?” he asked.

“I have a house,” I said.

He huffed a laugh. “I guessed,” he said. “You look like someone who just closed.”

I exhaled, the tension that had been continue reading …