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Too bad I don’t leave Manhattan Or suck loser dick

And that’s just what he is A fucking loser Because two seconds later he does everything I told you he would He hands me a temporary pass “45th floor, Miss Roman,” he says to me and I nod sweetly Let’s keep the hope alive Without hope, we’re all dead anyways, right hun?

Oh, yeah, okay, fine I’ll even shake my ass a bit side to side as I walk to the security turnstiles Keep his stare for a bit longer

The elevator ride takes seriously just under a et into serves only the first floor, and floors 40 to 50 I guess those investment and private equity bankers can’t wait, huh? They have to get to work at their desks screwing over the country as fast as they can

I walk out of the elevators and enter the lobby of the 45th floor This is the Private Client floor for Carter Jeffries—one depart dozens that operates as a company within a company

The receptionist looks at me and smiles

“Hi Brittney,” she says sweetly

Bitch better be nice toboss

But no, not yet

I smile back “Is he in?” I ask

She nods “I think he’s on a conference call,” she says to me

I shrug and keep walking toward Carl’s door The fact that he’s busy doesn't stopto stop me

I know you’re probably rolling your eyes at ood little girl Good girls don’t act and say the things I’irl

What am I?

Oh, you're in for a treat