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My eyebrows shoot up Is she finally going to reveal what she does for a living? A tendril of nervousness coils infor money, what could she possibly need my help with? I certainly don’t have the assets she has I barely fill my B cup bra; my ass is shapely but ss I fear she ht ask me to do

“What kind of work stuff?” I ask hesitantly

She cringes, and now I’m scared “The kind where you pretend to be married to someone”

I just sit here, blinking, wondering if I heard her right “You want me to pretend to marry someone …” I test out the words to see if they make sense when I say them out loud versus the way it sounds in my head “… for money”

This is a thing? I’ve never heard of it before and I can’t believe Mandi has kept it from me all this time

Mandi shrugs “Easy, right? And the pay is good”

Just thought of e, pretend or otherwise, fills hteen Divorced by the time I was nineteen It left a bad taste inlike that ever again

“I’m sorry, Mandi, I can’t”

I start to stand, but she grabsI’ve never seen her desperate like this before

“I know it sounds crazy, and I would never ask you to do so so bizarre if I weren’t absolutely desperate”

“This is your job, pretending to marry people?”

“Believe it or not, it’s a high-demand business And ten thousand dollars per week isn’t bad pay”

I choke on nothing There is literally nothing in my mouth and yet it feels like I sed a jawbreaker “Ten thousand a week? That’s what these men pay you?”

All the things I could do with ten grand a week flash through es of Greece cos too, like rent, andon the couch instead job hunting I can stretch 10k long enough to figure out what I’ to do with my life