Lionel Graves
Author: Jericho Chase
last update2025-05-11 23:50:03

Lionel Graves leaned back in his plush chair, the crystal chandelier above glinting off his gold Rolex.

He was having dinner with two business associates at a fancy restaurant called Le Ciel Blanc.

He twirled his wine glass, grinning at his two associates.

"Fellas," he clicked glasses with them, "I swear, this charity gig is the best thing I’ve ever done. Three million this quarter alone. And the best part? The donors keep pouring in, weeping about poor orphaned children. Pathetic."

"You're a genius, Graves," one associate chuckled. "You're raking in money like leafs."

The other associate—a younger man with thinning hair asked cautiously. "What about the kids at BrightStar? Aren't they—"

Graves waved him off. "Living off rice and prayers, just like they should be."

He paused as he took a swig of wine. "Orphans are business, gentlemen. You think I got this watch feeding brats? Listen to me, Kids crying in the rain make for excellent fundraising ads. Fixing that place would ruin the a
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