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Ayoka Greenlee owns the steel this harbor runs on. Three hundred and sixty chassis at Money Point, sixty trucking companies at her counter, and a vote three weeks out that would make her pool the standard for the whole Port of Virginia. Her mother cleaned the terminal offices on Hampton Boulevard for nineteen years and not one of those men ever learned her name.Then a container comes off a chassis on Hampton Boulevard in the rain and a twenty-four year old driver opens his arm to the bone.The paperwork on that unit is perfect. Six years of it. Her own signature on every page.What she finds underneath is nine hundred and twelve pieces of equipment that drowned in the 2018 storm, were paid out as total losses, and went back under her decals anyway.And the man who has been in her bed for two years, the one who put up the money that started her company, is married into the family that owns the other side of it.A crime erotic thriller.