The Price Of His Choices

l. She opened her clutch and pulled out a garish, diamond-enc

gift. From me to you. So you don' t look so... out of

to show me the kind of wea

raised it. Maybe thirty thousand dollars, retail. The custom-made platinum watch hidden under the sleeve of my dre

you," I s

walk away, she made a clumsy, deliberate move. Her glass of red wine

her performance worthy of an award. "I' m suc

he fabric. The crowd around us ha

that expensive, right? A hundred dollars? Two hundred? David, give m

a well-known fashion critic named Eleanor Vance,

t my dress. She stepped closer, ignoring Jessica completely. "I thought there were only three in existence. He desig

a' s smirk froze on her fa

Jessica snapped at Eleanor. "

"The fabric is a custom silk-velvet blend that no longer exist

tried to humiliate me over a dress that was more valuab

en on everyone' s lips. It' s an honor to finally meet you." Then she glanced at David. "Mr. Chen, isn' t it? I read an article abo

y uncomfortable with t

is ego, bruised because something he owned had dared to leave him? I suspected

t be ridiculous. He' s the CEO of Chen Tech. He' s about to close the big

' s arm again, puf

forward. He pulled out his checkbook, the

' s stop this. Name your price. How much will it tak

holding it out to me. He thought he could buy me back