Kylie Bray (Love, Hate and Billions)

The name I have been waiting to hear since I arrived, the reason why I was even here tonight when I had an important paper due in two weeks' time, for a project I was working on for my father.

Last week Michael informed me of a hacker named The Air, a master in software and stealing cents out of millions of people's bank accounts and transferring the money into various poorer peoples' bank accounts. One of those people he stole from was my brother.

Michael's birthday is coming up and my plan is to hand this guy to him on a four-layered triple chocolate mouse cake. A thank you for helping Diamond.

This guy would be the juiciest cherry Michael has eaten and I am going to see to it that he gets exactly that.

I get my ass off the barstool, no bag to take because I don't really need one. My light blue silk strap dress falls flawlessly around my curves, accentuating my bra-less chest.

My six-inch silver heels make me a good inch taller than Vincent. He turns and walks to the back part of the club and I follow taking in his light cream suit as his black shoes make up the distance in a hurry.

I don't rush after him, I take my time following him, enjoying the attention I receive from the men and envious glares of the women.

All in a night's work. These people look at me, they see me as a celebrity, someone untouchable. When I look at them they would never know that sometimes I wish to walk in their shoes for one day.

mean jumping on a plane to another country. Staying here in my own city, and country while being me without people judging, without the designer labels

it, money makes things happen that wouldn't normally happen. It opens an entirely new world, that

dance and I will after I'm done

steel door that

there men. Fancy seeing you all. If I knew it was a party I would have at least carried a camera. " I smirk at the four men sitting on different ends

campus a time or

desk, and lots of glass with a black carpet to

Italians excluding my dark blonde stepbrother finish the

A shaggy-looking New York-er- pale skin, with the long baggy skulls T-shirt, that probably glows in the dark, hunch shoulders and

why the hell is he here in a room with three members of the

Roberto, behind the desk, he has an undeniable smirk as his attention remains focused on my erect nipples. Suppressing the urge to roll my eyes at his ogling blasphemy,

vision finally looks up at me, and I

I got your attention..." I

attention since you walked in