The Saint of Saturday Night

Synopsis

I clean the 41st floor after midnight, and the cold CEO who owns it has never once seen my face. Theo Kaddress thinks I am part of the carpet. He is hunting a ghost he calls the Saint, the anonymous buyer strangling his takeover in the dark every Saturday night, the one mind in the City sharp enough to beat him. He has decided he will either out-buy the Saint or marry the Saint. He doesn't know she is the woman emptying his bin. He doesn't know she is the quant whose model his people are stealing. He doesn't know she is buying back the firm his kind destroyed, the firm her father built and died believing he had failed. She never begged him for anything. She let him court a woman he despised and despise a woman he was courting, and she let him find out, far too late, that the help, the Saint, and the only honest person in his glass tower were the same woman. He paid in cold. I banked it warm. By the time he learned my name, I was already gone.