Your Bad Debt Is Now Due

During our dinner party, Robin Hale snatched my fiancée’s phone, swiped twenty thousand dollars for a luxury watch, and stuck his tongue out at me.

"Your fiancé is so rich, Lara," he purred, looking directly at me. "He won't mind a little pocket change. Besides, what’s yours is mine anyway."

The entire table fell dead silent. Everyone was waiting for me to either blow up in a rage or play the generous gentleman and laugh it off.

Instead, I reached into my leather briefcase, pulled out a digital voice recorder and my ultra-thin laptop, and adjusted my gold-rimmed glasses.