“She runs a fashion magazine. She makes six figures writing about which girl dresses prettier.” Gael was clearly not impressed at her job. “She’s not broke.”
“She is broke. Lives paycheque to paycheque and expenses everything. I dug into her finances. I’m going to ruin her. I’ve already started. I bought the magazine,” Olivier grinned menacingly. “Right out from under her while she’s been in Paris. I’m her new boss. I’ve frozen her corporate cards and the corporate jet no longer is on standby for her. When she makes it back to New York, and she won’t be doing it with her cancelled cards, I’ll be waiting.”
“Oil companies and magazines all in one week,” Gael shook his head. “You don’t have a business model you’re following at all. Just flying by the seat of your pants.”
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