Jay Gatsby murdered a man and inherited not just his wealth, but a curse of gold.
Surely my sins were catching up with me. I could see the old man's resigned face where I stood. The memory ingrained in my mind. I had cut off the last of his air supplies and pushed him off the hot air balloon. He did not beg me as he clasped his two gloved hands upon my murderous one. I was far stretched beyond the basket, clasping the edge with my other hand so that I did not lose my balance. He had said thank you over the bellows of engines.
I pulled out the glove from my pocket, clutching it in my trembling hands. I had thought I got away with it, but I deserved to be hung at the gallows for Dorthie.
Jay, popularly known as Jay the Entrepreneur must obtain Daisy's love, cover Dorthie's golden death and conceal his curse.
First of all, he needs to get Robert Sharby's attention and then steal his wife, Daisy.
Will Jay's curse gets in the way of his one true love?