“But, uh, just to refresh my memory… where do the biggest, baddest souls hang out, anyway? Prisons, right?” I ask shyly. Sondra rolls her eyes. “No, you dummy. The top floors of companies. The billionaires,” she says in a voice that suggests I am as dim as a botfly. “Try a tech company or something.” Then she rolls her eyes again. “You’re acting like you’re new to this.”
