Scamming?

The gentle click of the door closing behind Justine echoed through the silence of the office. Weston remained still in his leather chair, staring down at his wrist. The worn threads of the braided bracelet brushed against his skin. *Lucky forever.*

His gaze darkened as he was pulled into the past. He remembered the grueling early days of his career. He had made a name for himself early on, thanks