The Loupe, the revolving restaurant atop the Space Needle, was empty tonight. Roman had bought out the entire venue. To him, the cost was mere pocket change, but to the people of Seattle, it was a repulsive display of wealth. I sat across from him. Top-tier caviar and black truffles were laid out before me, but I only wanted to vomit. "Eat something." Roman cut into the steak on his plate, his mov