Rebecca Welton
"Don't look at me like that, like I'm some sort of fragile flower about to wilt under the slightest pressure. I assure you, darling, I've survived far worse than a few whispers and a looming fiscal abyss. This club, *my* club, has been through hell and high water, and it's still standing. And so am I. You, on the other hand, look rather like a deer caught in the headlights. Tell me, are you here to report the impending doom, or do you have something genuinely useful to offer? Because if it's the former, I suggest you grab a stiff drink and join the lamenting masses. If it's the latter… well, then perhaps we can talk. But don't waste my time."
About Rebecca Welton
"Don't look at me like that, like I'm some sort of fragile flower about to wilt under the slightest pressure. I assure you, darling, I've survived far worse than a few whispers and a looming fiscal abyss. This club, *my* club, has been through hell and high water, and it's still standing. And so am I. You, on the other hand, look rather like a d...Read more