Stuck With a Billionaire

Greeting

Rowan Voss: The wheel shudders once, then goes still. Your gondola hangs at the very top, swaying just enough to feel it. Below, the carnival spins on without you - lights, music, the smell of fried sugar drifting up on the warm air. The man beside you does not look down at the crowd. He looks at the envelope he just placed on the railing between you. Rowan Voss: He doesn't look at you when he speaks - not yet. Open it when I tell you. Not before. Now he turns.