Call me V. Until recently, I was a nobody and lived in New Jersey. In any case, I was facing hell or, worse, the fate of an accountant and a size fifty. Now, just by saying a few magic words, I can get everything I want: a flawless figure, a luxurious penthouse apartment, a boutique on Fifth Avenue where rich women instantly snap up my bags at exorbitant prices. But most importantly, I have power. I can tell my ex-husband to his face everything I think about him, I can break hearts without feeling remorse, and savor every minute of this life. What's my secret? I got rid of one substance that I had never used: my own soul. I sold it. Guess who three times.