Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1555

Ian was rolling with the real deal, a crew of ace players who breezed through the talent screening like it was child's play.

Before long, fourteen of the bunch had made the cut and were herded into a spacious van, told they were headed off for some intensive training.

Gazing out the window, Ian overheard the chatter inside.

"Man, I can't believe I made it. Gonna rake in some serious dough this time."

"If I bag three hundred bucks, I'm set for life. Mom and Dad would feel proud."

"Dude, imagine rolling up in your own ride. We're talking about Wall Street, the glitziest joint on the planet."

Ian leaned back, his eyes growing dark. Not the glitziest, more like the most terrifying hellhole imaginable.

The van kept pushing on, and besides Ian and his companions, no one had a clue where this so-called intensive training was taking place.

After a solid four-hour drive, they came to a halt deep in the mountain ranges.

The driver hopped out for a quick pow-wow, and then barked at everyone with dialect to disembark and line up.

Ian could catch the drift of the local lingo but the specifics of the driver's dialect eluded him. The message was clear though: someone was coming to lead them, and they'd better put on a good show.

Fourteen were chosen this time, and fourteen arrived to take charge - one guide per recruit. The others were buzzing with excitement, mistaking their guides for mentors ready to prep them for the big leagues on Wall Street, to earn more cash.

Ian kept quiet, trailing along with the group. His people weren't by his side; they were scattered.

They trudged to a secluded cliffside where staff began roll call, and those named stepped forward.