Chapter 410 Billionaire's Lies

• Meanwhile, in a light office on the other side of town, Jenny White was pretend-writing a report while ranting to Zina over instant messaging and chewing over a cookie with unnecessary aggression.
• Light streamed in from the row of windows behind the Zina Bank & Partners office, making yellow stripes on the messy desk of Jenny White. Her fingers drummed a staccato on the keys, but the screen contained only a half-written memo and a screaming cursor that complained one word:
• Distracted.