'What did he do to her?' Claire thought, not for the first time. 'What did he actually do?'
The Four Seasons Garden building was part of it, obviously. You didn't give someone a hundred-million-dollar gift and leave no impression. But Claire had watched Sophie date wealthy men before, or rather, watch them try to date her. Money alone had never moved the needle. Sophie had turned down Ferraris and Patek Philippes and penthouse invitations from men whose net worth dwarfed most of the city. She wasn't a woman who could be bought.
So it wasn't the building. Not entirely.
It was something else, something in the way Stan carried himself, or the way he looked at Sophie, or the way he'd walked into a hostile crowd and asked for her Snapchat like it was the most natural thing in the world. Something Claire couldn't quite name and couldn't quite argue against.
She exhaled slowly and picked up her phone from the counter.
