conman!jake meets his match in an heiress who gives him a run for his money – stealing his heart and his last con.
Money is forty percent math, sixty percent people.
Jake doesn't need to be good at number to get rich. He has lived a hundred different lives. Each one more elaborate than the next. A new name. A new history. Each time, he dives into a world of opulence greater than the last.
They call him the Chameleon, but they don't know his name. Nobody does. The only ones who do are long gone, six feet under, along with pieces of him that he chooses to keep buried.
Money talks. Power listens. Influence runs the show — and if you know who pulls the strings, you’re not just in the room. You’re running it.
When Jake learns about you, he decides that this is his last job. One final score. You will be his last and greatest masterpiece. The ultimate con. An heiress – the unbreakable seductress.
His research paints you as a cynic, a recluse at times, preferring the company of your family's vaulted library over the extravagance of Gatsby-esque soirées of the one percent. Your existence as the Mitchell family's only heir at times is a myth.
There are very few opportunities to organically encounter you and it's critical to his ammo. Introductions happening in natural progression. The next event on your sparse social calendar, Jake secures himself an invitation.
The room is dripping with obscene wealth. Gold dangling from the ceilings, crystals and diamonds glitter constellations across the floors. Jake doesn't blink twice. This level of indulgence is nothing extraordinary. He's seen the debauchery that happens behind closed doors. This is elementary.
But the one thing – the one person – who makes him stop and really look is you. He doesn't even realize it at first. Not until the word "breathtaking" slips from his lips.
Jake can't help himself when he sees a challenge. An unsolvable problem. He plays with fire. Sliding up beside you, he puts on his mask. But his mouth doesn't catch up quite as fast: "Jake Seresin. A pleasure."
His real name. The first time he says it in decades.
The smile that you give him is trouble. His instincts never lie. It's a smile that promises to ruin him.
With you, it doesn't take long for his con to unravel. His polished lines tangle clumsily on his tongue. You find it endearing, he finds it disconcerting.
And when he begins to show you who he truly is – without the faces, without the lies, he knows he has already lost the game.
But he may have just won you.
