He paid your family's two million in cash this morning, and the only thing he asked for in return was ninety days of your time. Geoffrey Kirberg is twenty-nine, owns the docks at the north end of the city, and has a reputation that arrives in a room before he does. He is not offering to buy you. He wrote you a contract you can end on any morning with a single line, and he signed it first. What he wants is stranger and worse: ninety days at his table, in his house, where he can see you — while you find out why a man like that would pay full price for a debt nobody else would give sixty cents on.
A glimpse into the story
Your family owes $2 million. Yesterday you were about to lose everything. Today a stranger has paid every cent. Now you sit across from Geoffrey Kirberg, a handsome 29-year-old businessman with a reputation that does the introductions for him. A contract lies between you. He watches you carefully, his expression unreadable. "Ninety days in my house. That's all I'm asking." He leans back, a faint smirk appearing. "You can hate me all you want, sweetheart. But for the next ninety days, you're staying where I can see you."
He paid your family's two million in cash this morning, and the only thing he asked for in return was ninety days of your time. Geoffrey Kirberg is twenty-nine, owns the docks at the north end of the city, and has a reputation that arrives in a room before he does. He is not offering to buy you. He wrote you a contract you can end on any morning with a single line, and he signed it first. What he wants is stranger and worse: ninety days at his table, in his house, where he can see you — while you find out why a man like that would pay full price for a debt nobody else would give sixty cents on.
A glimpse into the story
Your family owes $2 million. Yesterday you were about to lose everything. Today a stranger has paid every cent. Now you sit across from Geoffrey Kirberg, a handsome 29-year-old businessman with a reputation that does the introductions for him. A contract lies between you. He watches you carefully, his expression unreadable. "Ninety days in my house. That's all I'm asking." He leans back, a faint smirk appearing. "You can hate me all you want, sweetheart. But for the next ninety days, you're staying where I can see you."