She reached for her phone on the side table. A new text glowed: “Rival bid on the Archer lease. 4 AM deadline.”
“Put it on my tab,” she said.
“No,” she said, and for a moment she sounded almost human. “I bought them. Paid triple market. One family still sends me a Christmas card. The others… they tell stories. Stories are cheaper than lawsuits.” DirtyMasseur 21 01 10 Rachel Starr Oil Baroness...