Are You Some Kind of Tireless Pile Driver? (Perry's POV)

I stared at the small black thing in his hand—that cold metallic gleam—and the nerve at my temple twitched twice. A formless, sinking helplessness washed over me.

I genuinely could not understand it. This man was a capital machine who could turn Wall Street upside down with one hand and had his sch...

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