How to Get Girls, Get Rich, and Rule the World (Even If You're Ugly)

While Thalia kept chatting, I made my way to the far corner of the tavern. A young guy in an apron was cleaning glasses with more vigor than hygiene.

"That lady over there," I murmured, "caught quite a bit of attention tonight."

He shot me a quick glance. Evaluating.

"Is she rich?"

"Rich in questions."

He laughed. Low.

"Then she’ll end up broke."

I smiled.

Because I knew that’s where the real answers were.

While Thalia charmed the oblivious upper crust, I was listening to the floorboards.

And by the end of the night, the one who’d find the right piece of the puzzle... would still be me.