There are a couple of things you need to know about me.
First, my dad is a judge. That means he thinks he can control everyone. In my mother and my perfect sister’s case, that works. Newsflash: it doesn’t work on me. I went against my father’s wishes and got a union job instead of attending college.
Second, even though I have yellow or purple or blue hair and skimpy clothes, I hate sex. Every guy I’ve ever done it with has made it suck. I’m so over hooking up.
Stop it. Don’t feel sorry for me. I’m living my life as the artist I’ve always wanted to be. So you see I’ve got plenty of time for this puppy I rescued from traffic on the freeway. But I don’t have a single second to spare for the hot lawyer who helped me.
My mom cleaned the bathrooms of rich doctors and lawyers in Beverly Hills. Now she’s retired without so much as a pension. I put on a suit, go to my top floor office, and work twelve hours every day just to support her.
After watching my mother being ordered around all day, I don’t like rich girls. I especially don’t like rich girls who go up against me at work. So why is this poor little rich girl and her new dog getting under my skin?