“I am telling you straight up, because I don’t want to treat you like any other client who comes in here.”
The Stiffy in Myron was just aching to get out. Purgatoria was at war with Paradiso and the devil was going postal on the angel in him.
Bubbie nodded and with Bertie, she took in the surroundings of Myron’s trading floor. It was no Space Shuttle. It was the polar opposite of the profile she had seen in the lobby where everything was chrome and gold and shmancy. The trading room was ...
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