““Nick recognized the woman instantly. Not because he knew her personally, but because everyone in Chicago—and probably half the country in light of certain recent events—would recognize her. “Jordan Rhodes?” he asked incredulously. “She’s the richest woman in Chicago.” Huxley brushed this aside with a wave. “Not quite. There’s Oprah, of course. Nobody tops Oprah.” Davis pointed, throwing in his two cents from the head of the table. “And don’t forget the Pritzkers.” “Good call. I think I’d put Jordan Rhodes more around fourth richest,” Huxley mused. Nick leveled them both with a stare. “Fine, let’s just say top five, whatever.””
