Baek Ji-hwan's penthouse reeked of money and sex. The curtains were drawn tight, but a knife-edge of morning sun still sliced through the gloom, spotlighting where last night's party had devolved into an orgy on white leather couches and marble floors. Baek was sprawled on the biggest sectional, naked, snoring with his mouth open, limbs twitching now and then like a drunk dog in heat.
Three women lounged across from him, silk robes slipping from pale shoulders. Nora—the so-called Crypto Queen—was propped up against a pile of monogrammed pillows, legs bare and stretched out. Her hair was a wild, golden mess, and there was a cigarette dangling from her lips, but the look in her eyes was pure calculation.
On either side: Sveta, with ice-blonde hair and hacker's hands tapping at her phone, and Eva, champagne-bright, already sipping from a fresh mimosa, makeup half-smeared but not caring in the least.
