That moment when you show million-dollar apartments for a living—and quietly start sleeping in them because your place is the size of a shoebox…

I’ve been getting away with it for two years. No complaints, no close calls, nothing.

Until one afternoon, a billionaire CEO walks in and finds me in his shower.

As much as I want to play it off, I’m completely naked and completely screwed.

This man’s heated stare is bad enough.
His name is worse.

He’s the mogul behind Hudson International, which means he owns almost every building in this city, my job, and—at this point—my immediate future.

Within seconds, he’s threatening charges, termination, and making sure I never work in this city again.

So I do the only thing I can.

I run like hell and hope to never see him again.

He knows where to find me, but to my surprise, he’s not interested in turning me in.

He has an offer instead.

A terrible, “you better not sign this” deal, but I have no choice.

If I make it out of this without ruining my life, I swear I’m done breaking the rules.

…At least intentionally.