I Heard the Gold Digger’s Thoughts

I had just sat down in the VIP lounge of the club when the door was violently thrown open.

A woman in a red dress stumbled in, crashing into the fifty-thousand-dollar crystal antique ornament I'd just acquired.

She grabbed my arm, her eyes reddening as she put on a pitiful act:

"Mr. Reed, save me! Bad people are chasing me outside. Please let me hide here!"

Before I could respond, her thoughts suddenly exploded in my mind:

[This innocent no-makeup look didn't go to waste---men really do fall for this act!]