"Alright!" Nate grinned. "My car's right outside. Let's go!"

They left the airport and got in Nate's Bentley, and Nate drove him straight to the Ares LLC Manhattan office.

Along the way, Nate sighed remorsefully. "Look, Jimmy—I really regret what I did yesterday. We've been working alongside each other for years, and I truly approve of you. If the Rothschild's butler hadn't pressured me, I wouldn't even think of abandoning you. I hope you understand."

Jimmy didn't answer and instead asked, "You said over the phone that you keep dirt on every partner. What dirt, specifically?"

Nate rubbed his nose in slight embarrassment. "More or less the same stuff as you did. We keep an eye out for easy, high-profile jobs, and then get a proxy who would convince the client to get the partner to work the case in private. It would spare the client some fees, and they'd be keen since it's easy.

"Most partners wouldn't be able to turn down such an offer. So, when they work on the case, I ask those