Chapter 1
“Can I take your umbrella madame?”
“Sure. Can I get a ticket?”
“I assure you I have an exceedingly good memory. Though I don’t remember you”
“Inna. Charmed I'm sure. Some call me the queen of the Upper East Side. But you can just call Alana Gates…she’ll vouch for me”
“You're...expected. Just need your cell phone. The press would love to get pictures of this. That’s the way the Gates want it and they know best”
“Here”
Inna’s plan has already failed. How is she going to coordinate with Alana now?
She walk in, her head high. Looking over her shoulder, she sees the bouncer let several friends of the Gates pass without a word. She glares, catches herself and smiles.
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