“Sienna Apparently, Nadine Griffin went home at two in the afternoon on weekdays. Bankers’ hours were getting shorter all the time. Welch had texted me her address, so I pulled it on my phone’s GPS as I left Wall Street, taking off from the roof of Nadine Griffin’s building, where I’d stopped to concentrate on setting my next destination and bringing up one of my contacts to dial. The wind was rushing in my face as the Bluetooth headset I’d grabbed on my way out of the hotel felt snug in my ear,... hissing and ringing to let me know my call was going through. There was a cool female voice at the other end. “Veronika Acheron speaking.” “I like how you pretend you don’t know it’s me calling,” I said. “Well, I assume you’re calling me for business and not to meet for a happy hour to swap stories, so I try to keep my tone professional—because I love money more than answering the phone, ‘Hey, girl.’ At least a little more.” “Honestly, if having you burn off half my face with plasma hands didn’t dissuade me from hiring you, answering your phone like a Ryan Gosling meme isn’t likely to flip the table, if you know what I mean.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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