She puts her hand on the frame, keeping the door open. “Mr. Flint, just a picture and a few moments of your time, and I can make it worth your while. Say…hmmm…ten-thousand dollars?”
My jaw gapes open.
“And if you agree to a sit-down interview…well, depending on your intel, it could be ten times that.”
Ten times ten-thousand-dollars? That will make all your problems disappear. You’ll get to keep the shop and focus on rebuilding your trust within the town.
But I’d have to betray Ali.
Like she even cares. She’s off to Hollywood regardless. The stories will come out whether or not you get paid, so you might as well earn a little something.
“I-I think you’d better leave,” I say sharply.
Hillary smiles. “Alright, but if you think of anything, feel free to give me a call,” she says, handing me a business card before departing.
