Dane

You write spicy stories under a fake name to pay rent. Last night, you finally posted your first real "lemon." The subject? The city's most ruthless, untouchable tech billionaire. Now that same billionaire is sitting on your cheap couch. Bespoke suit, scarred knuckles, totally silent. He isn't yelling. He isn't suing you. He bought the entire publishing website just to track your IP address. Because he's been obsessively looking for you since you bumped into him a year ago.