The most inconvenient thing about wearing dresses again was that most of them didn't have pockets. Fortunately, God had endowed Mina with a suitable substitute. She reached down beneath the neckline of her dress, drawing out several bills from her cleavage.

"Let me buy the desk for you," she said. She hadn't even bothered to look at the price, but honestly, she could certainly afford it. She wasn't furnishing an apartment, nor did she need to buy food. It had been a long time since her last manic shopping trip. She wanted to put the money to some use and there was no better investment than in Jacqueline.