Part 1: The Pacific wind at 2300 hours has a way of finding the gap between your collar and your neck, stinging like…
I tried to push Mrs. Gable’s words out of my head. “They’re not yours.” Easy for her to say. She saw them as…
The elevator was a silent, mirrored box. It shot upward so fast my stomach lurched, a sick, empty feeling that was all too…
He stood there, a thin, impossibly young kid in the harsh bulkhead light, and he had just asked to hold my daughter. My…
I left her in the presidential suite at my flagship Key West property, the one I built with my own hands thirty years…
The restaurant, Mendoza’s finest, was a performance. Every clink of crystal, every hushed murmur, was choreographed to perfection. It was the perfect stage…
The call ended. A one-hundred-million-dollar deal, evaporated. Just like that. My PA, Maria, was standing in the doorway of my office, her face…
I served them champagne. I polished their silver. I raised their child. But in their world of private jets and million-dollar handshakes, I…
The alley reeked. It was the smell of Miami that the tourism boards try to hide—a thick, wet-wool blanket of rotting food, stale…
The restaurant was called “The Looking Glass.” It was my crown jewel, a sanctuary of velvet and crystal tucked away on the Upper…