"When this year is over, and I transfer the final five million dollars into your bank account, what do you actually plan to do with the money?" Mason asked me from across the granite kitchen island.
I paused and twirled my silver fork inside my ceramic bowl. Most people in his wealthy circle would probably expect a greedy answer about buying designer clothing or securing a massive penthouse in the center of the city. I did not want any of those things, because I knew luxury items usually came with heavy strings attached.
"I do not want to buy luxury cars or massive houses, Mason," I told him with a very honest expression. "I just want to buy a small piece of land near the ocean and open my own restaurant, far away from anyone who tries to control my life."
Mason rested his hands on the counter and studied my face in the quiet kitchen. He seemed genuinely surprised by my simple ambition.
