“You have a lot of faith in a rejected South Side Duchess.” “You're not a reject,” I stress, grabbing her hand. “You’re a trained assassin. Sexy. Smart. A virgin–” Story snorts. “Oh yeah, girl, you’ve already got the job.” I shake my head. “You’ve said it yourself. Mama B spent her life raising you to be a house girl. Maybe she just didn’t realize which house that’d be.”
