
Chapter Thirteen
She made her own luck, then owned what she made. Call it luck anyway. She doesn't mind.
The bitch had excellent timing. People called it luck.
The bitch encouraged the misunderstanding.
Everybody loves a lucky bitch. Particularly when she is winning.
The first deal. The first investment.
The first race. The first apartment.
The first bastard. The first divorce.
Everything seems effortless. Suspiciously so.
The lucky bitch shrugs. What else is she supposed to do?