I was almost giddy with anticipation as Jana and I prepared the second, smaller office for Winnie. With Patrick's help it was all set up, including the computer equipment connected to our Sinful Threads network.
“I'm excited to meet her in person," Jana said.
My cheeks rose. “Winnie's been with Louisa and me for over three years. She was our third assistant. There was something about the ones before her that didn't really click." I smiled at the memory. “I remember when Winnie walked in. You've seen her on video, but she's like five feet, three inches and one hundred and ten pounds dripping wet of kick-ass woman." I had a flash of Josey Marsh. I used to say my mom was a pit bull in a toy poodle body. Winnie could also fit that description. “She's a straight shooter," I went on, “not af
