The Gilded Wastrel
The problem with inheriting a fortune, Tommy Calloway had decided, was that nobody ever asked if you wanted it. He stood in the mirror of his Fifth Avenue apartment and studied the man staring back at him. Twenty-five years old, dark hair that refused to lay flat, eyes that looked older than they had any right to be. The reflection wore a silk dressing gown that had cost more than most...
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