"I'm thorough," Victoria corrected. "So, tell me, Jason… why hide the man behind the myth?"
"No," she agreed, pulling out a worn photograph—a younger Jason with a bloody lip, standing protectively in front of a small, boarded-up community center. "But they do have roots. And yours seem to be tangled in this place. The same community center you donated half a million to last year. Anonymously." Victoria Peach- Jason Luv...
The door hissed open.
He was an enigma. A former underground street artist turned philanthropist, Jason had a reputation for vanishing for months, only to reappear with a new gallery opening or a charity gala for underprivileged youth. Rumors swirled about his temper, his charm, and the fortune he’d amassed. "I'm thorough," Victoria corrected
Victoria set down her recorder. The interview was over. The conversation, she realized, was just beginning. And yours seem to be tangled in this place