Late at night, Jeremy was at the club, drinking himself into oblivion.

The manager was thrilled — he'd just moved eight hundred thousand dollars' worth of red wine in a single sitting.

But he was also nervous. Mr. Hale was in a dark mood, the kind that made you picture your whole establishment in pieces on the floor. So the manager did what any smart businessman would do — he sent in his most charming girl to smooth things over.

Rosena. Someone Mr. ...