Astrid Wentworth is ruthless. If there is a special hell for women who don’t help each other, Astrid’s got the top table reserved and a martini waiting.
But, when the young and ambitious Priya applies for a junior position on the trading floor, Astrid recognises something in her and decides to give her a go. After all, what’s gender got to do with it?
“What do you say? When someone tells you you’ve sold your soul?”
“I say it’s mine to sell. And the devil knows how to dance.”
With filthy jokes and heartbreaking songs, selling your soul never looked so stylish