Alex Donovan smirked as he closed his banking app. His bank balance was positively bursting with cash. A quick check on his photo gallery increased the beam on his smile to solar levels. Three females, worn out and completely exposed, sleeping in one of his apartments. He flicked to the livestream on his phone as he rested in his silk pyjamas. They were still there, snuggled against each other. A clink sound **** him from his bed. He quickly fetched a revolver. That idiot doorman must have let a jealous husband into the apartment complex and he **** his way in. He would have the useless nonagenarian dismissed as soon as this was sorted.

A quick sweep revealing nothing except for a glass of cognac, that he was going to drink, but he forgot…and a ring. Ring?