I was certain that everyone had thought about these three words at least once in their life. But I've thought about them more. Dreamt about them in my sleep and devoured every little detail that I could remember of being rich.

When I was 18 my parents took all of my money away. The only thing they told me was that I'd been wasting all of it and I'd never worked for a cent in my life. They said it was time for me to support myself. And once I did they'd accept me again.

My mother helped me out though. She admitted to working for some secret organization called the Covenant. So I'd gone there and been assigned to seduce some American boy that worked for the CIA. He was cute… but did he have money?

No

All he had done was whine and whine about some girl that had died. If he loved that girl so much why had he married me? While I was going back and forth secretly reporting my information to Covenant agents in malls and stores I met him.

I met Sark

Now he was rich. Not amazingly rich but at least somewhat rich. He was always buying that expensive wine crap so he must've had something in his pocket. I'd made up my mind and tried to get him to like me. Playing hard to get and never giving him all of what he wanted. Guess what? It worked. I was once again swimming in money. And by then Sydney Bristow had rose from the grave and Vaughn was falling in love with her again.

I cared. I really did. Sark didn't mean anything to me except money. And he fell for it when I told him I'd love to marry him someday. So inch by inch I let Vaughn have Sydney back and eventually that bitch found out I worked for the Covenant.

The Covenant was not happy. They made me come back immediately. And then they fired me. But of course the CIA didn't know that. The CIA thought I was still hitting it up with the big boys at the Covenant. I was desperate. I didn't know where to go. And I knew that Sark was about to divorce me for whatever reason he had. Did I mention we had gotten married right before the Covenant had fired me? Vaughny boy hadn't noticed a thing when I'd came back from an NSC trip.

So I did the only thing I could do. I killed Sark, blamed it on some dense criminal, and collected most of his money. The rest went to charity or something.

I really don't have many friends. But I don't need them.

Cause diamonds are a girl's best friend