“And you want to get this information from a—quote—gold-digging bitch like me?” I fail to keep the hurt out of my words. “Winnifred, darling!” He tips his head, roaring with laughter. I really want to stab him. Right in the throat. “Don’t tell me you got offended? Sweetheart, you being a gold digger earns you nothing but brownie points from me. Don’t forget I work on Wall Street, where greed is welcome—even celebrated.” “You’re a horrid person.”
