So, as usual I was crooning to this motley crew of suits and garralous people enjoying drinks and dinner, and this one man (simple, dignified type, very forgettably dressed) walks up to me and says he is enjoying the music immensly. I smile and ask him if he wants me to sing something special.
“No, whatever you like,” he says, slipping a crisp note into the palm of my hand, a sign of appreciation. Before he left for the evening, he hands me his business card. Turns out he’s the GM of THE top bank. My eyes popped.
How appearences lie.
Wow, rich woman!