Chapter 4I looked out into the audience once again and made eye contact with little Ms. Dress-for-success. I crooked my finger and beckoned her to get her expensive little butt up on stage.
The woman wound her way through the crowd and walked up. She was an inch or two shorter than me and had stylish short black hair with highlights of red when the stage lights hit it. I visually still admired her suit. I was pretty sure it was the same suit I had almost bought. Of course, it looked better on me.
“Thank you for accepting the bid,” she said.
“This better be an authentic bid,” I said, holding myself back from growling.
“It is, Mistress JuliAnn.” She held up a debit card from a well-known national bank. It had the name Montgomery something on it.
“You’d better give that to the cashier so
