A week later, a familiar black Mercedes pulled into the parking lot of Everest Stock Exchange. The chauffeur stepped out and opened the back door. The first thing seen: a polished pair of Tom Ford shoes, sharp dark suit, crisp white shirt, and matching slacks. His hair was perfectly styled, brows groomed, sunglasses in place鈥攃ool and composed.

Stefan walked around the car to open the other door. A pair of flat shoes stepped down next. Dorothy emerged, wearing a flared but formal ...