“Yeah, her and her charity.” Candy gave a laugh that was almost a snort. She continued with her drink as the conversation went on. “There’s one of two reasons for that—either its all a big ego trip to watch ‘em beg for cash, or she’s so needy that she can’t stand the thought of everyone not loving her. Fuck that shit—the world’s full of assholes, and I take great comfort in the fact that most of them hate me.<br/><br/>“I don’t know why everyone is so impressed by a little do-gooding. Now, I’d say I’m a fairly well-off person compared to the average slub on the street, but my net worth isn’t a tenth of what Beth Raines has got. So, even if she gave away half her wealth to charity tomorrow, it still leaves her in the category of ‘filthy fucking rich.’ Maybe she’s not the type to want ice sculptures pissing vodka or a pizza topped with caviar and gold leaf—but if she wanted ten of each, it would hardly be an obstacle, would it? Meanwhile, you’re probably stuck worrying about how you’ll pay your rent month to month.<br/><br/>“Money and life in general is just a brutal and unfair struggle for dominance. Beth and I have both got that unfairness going in our favor, the difference is I’m at least honest enough to admit it instead of having some laughable pretense that I’m just one of the proles and care about complete strangers.”