07-20-2018, 04:31 PM
Cruz’s description was full of imagery. Jensen knew exactly what he meant. The same tycoons of industry populated Old Preston Hollow. From former presidents to celebrities, football players to hospital owners they fought over the right to purchase the rare properties that came up for sale. Jensen would know. He lived there.
His income, he was ashamed to say it now, was enormous back then. The path to hell was paved with minor stepping stones. At the time, no one thing seemed wrong. A book deal here. A cable channel there. Advertising rights. Speaking engagements. Even his regular salary was all supported by legal means. They lived the life that reflected their hard work. What was wrong with a nice pool for the boys to have fun in summer? The dining table that sat 16 made for wonderful parties in fellowship with friends. Their kitchen hosted Thanksgiving dinner for loved ones. Jensen had an extensive wardrobe and needed the proper closets to store all those suits. It was important to appear smartly dressed on camera. He had an office filled with the best technologies to communicate with staff. A BMW wasn’t that much more expensive than a Ford. The garage needed to be big enough for the two personal cars, their family vehicle, and Jensen’s bikes. Rent paid the cost for docking the boat at the marina.
Their expenses were justified. They lived the life to prove it.
Scion was no different than his neighbors and friends. Men like Scion lived all around the world. They just had different names.
He was pulled from the depths of his own self-inflicted perdition by Cruz’s question.
“Actually. You can. I can probably show that to you if you can find a willing volunteer.”
His income, he was ashamed to say it now, was enormous back then. The path to hell was paved with minor stepping stones. At the time, no one thing seemed wrong. A book deal here. A cable channel there. Advertising rights. Speaking engagements. Even his regular salary was all supported by legal means. They lived the life that reflected their hard work. What was wrong with a nice pool for the boys to have fun in summer? The dining table that sat 16 made for wonderful parties in fellowship with friends. Their kitchen hosted Thanksgiving dinner for loved ones. Jensen had an extensive wardrobe and needed the proper closets to store all those suits. It was important to appear smartly dressed on camera. He had an office filled with the best technologies to communicate with staff. A BMW wasn’t that much more expensive than a Ford. The garage needed to be big enough for the two personal cars, their family vehicle, and Jensen’s bikes. Rent paid the cost for docking the boat at the marina.
Their expenses were justified. They lived the life to prove it.
Scion was no different than his neighbors and friends. Men like Scion lived all around the world. They just had different names.
He was pulled from the depths of his own self-inflicted perdition by Cruz’s question.
“Actually. You can. I can probably show that to you if you can find a willing volunteer.”