Something flickered behind his ribs. Not guilt—he’d cauterized that years ago. Curiosity. Dangerous, expensive curiosity.
Mila wrote the story anyway. But the headline wasn’t “Billionaire Bleeds.” It was: -MoneyTalks- Dylan Daniels- Mila Marx- Indigo V...
Silence. The city hummed below them, indifferent. Something flickered behind his ribs
She smiled. “Let the money talk for once. Not about power. About peace.” He closed the Indigo V. account the next day. Transferred the equivalent amount—every stolen cent—to a community water fund in the Central Valley. No press release. No tax write-off. Dangerous, expensive curiosity
“You don’t need to find her, Dylan. You need to stop funding the story that says you’re only worth what you keep.”
“You’re shorting water futures in the Central Valley,” she said, not sitting down. “People are going thirsty, Dylan. You’re betting on drought.”